Okay, so this post needs context. I've been reading haikujaguar's awesome web serial, Black Blossom.* And the last couple of chapters had some friendly bantering between the characters, mostly about how one of them wears black all the time. And this amused me, because all I could hear was my mother's reason for not letting me wear black, ever-"But you look so pretty in colors!"
Then I had a dream that the author and I were trying to get the main characters to go to the beach with us. So I made fan-art, in stick figures. It is worth noting at this point that everything I know about surfing, I learned from Gidget. ( Collapse )
*Okay, yes, I started reading her stuff just because they looked like catboys. But that was a shallow reason, and I'm mostly over that now. I'm in it for the alien culture now, and she also wrote a series about xenopsychiatrists, and how often am I going to find that?
Ick. Accidentally bought tuna in oil instead of water. Not acceptable.
Also, I had a dream last night that I was playing a game on facebook, got to like level 28, and decided I was bored and needed to quit. I may need help. (Also in the dream was Mom revealing that there's a pukka in the rental house, and me and Tabatha Coffey criticizing a hotel, but the facebook thing, that had to be a sign, right?)
(Yah, I'm copying from my facebook status. I wanted to make an lj post, darn it.)
New material: OMG I have so many papers to grade. And my head hurts. The semester is over and I have so much to do by Wednesday and all I want to do is take a nap, but I slept in today so I really don't need it.
So, Mom asks me if I want to watch Hugo when I come home. Of course I do. Apparently Dad bought the dvd-which is bizarre because I don't think he's ever watched a dvd ever. And then Mom tells me they went ahead and watched it without me. Very disappointing, but at least now I know he can work the dvd player.
When I was but I wee lass, I had this Atari game that I loved. It was by Fisher Price, of all people-I think it was called "Dance fantasy" because that's what google comes up with. It wasn't really a 'game'-you had about 10 dance moves, and you could program a girl and boy dancer to go through the moves. I still remember the song.
I think I've just discovered the 25-years-later, Japan-does-it-better version of the program. Sadly, that means it's a bazillion times more complex and I don't have the free time I had when I was pre-schooler, but if I can figure out how to use it/how to get it/if it really is what I think it is I might still play with it.
I realize I'm probably the only person in the world geeking out to this program out of preschool nostalgia, but still. The yays.
Christmas, and New Year's eve. My family's Christian, and Christmas is an American secular holiday anyway, so we do that. I realize that sounds cynical, but my church has given Christmas over to Easter sermons-you know, mentioning that baby Jesus will be tortured and killed soon, so we don't go to church anymore. It kind of ruins the "joyous miracle" feel of the season. That, and if they sang "Christmas Shoes" in service one more time Mom threatened to start screaming and run out of the sanctuary-I don't think she would, but... I have a similar threat regarding "Jesus take the wheel" which also got sung in service once. What ever happened to "I heard the bells" and "Joy to the World"?
Plus Santa still comes, and I certainly am not going to give up that part of the celebration as long as Santa's still showing up. And New Year's eve, although we don't usually do anything for it-one year Mom and I stayed up watching Airplane,and then realized we'd missed midnight. I think that would do for a lovely tradition, but she disagrees.
Well, my least favorite is Christmas Shoes, and I'm not keen on Baby it's cold outside, either.
I like the traditional carols best, I guess? Like, I like some of the novelty songs, but I'll listen to "Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel" or "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" over and over again. And "Riu Riu Chiu" and "Betelehemu" are two of my favorite carols that I can't actually sing along with.
I did. I had Jenny and Tommy, who moved away to Pensacola, Florida at some point. Never even got a postcard from them after that. Which I find terribly ungrateful, considering I once beat a girl up for sitting on Jenny in preschool.
(Well, they were invisible friends. I assume the prompt has a typo.)