Over the past two weeks, I’ve gotten over a hundred visits to a post I wrote a couple of years ago about how the 25th Anniversary My Little Pony Convention was happening in Rhode Island that week. Having not heard about the ponies since I was about seven years old, I was amused by this. Now I’m even more amused that something is causing an influx of people googling “my little pony” and somehow getting to my site? I just can’t figure out how or why!
So I was dismayed to learn that a fort building contest happened at this nifty collaborative arts website called Booooooom, and I missed it. And a fort-building contest inspired by and in junction with Where the Wild Things Are, no less. However, my disappointment really can’t settle for long after looking at all the pictures which are truly, deeply, delightful. There are eight (count them!) EIGHT pages of entries.
I feel giddy now. I f’n LOVE forts.
This is the winner of the contest, which is amazing:
His name is Eric Rice and I wish to be his friend now.
This next one was my personal favorite though. I have to admit, I’m a sucker for the indoors-bedsheets fort variety and the pretty lights definitely don’t hurt:
These folks are named Donnel, Paulo, Francis, Tim and Lou and I salute them!
Lily is a terribly boring character. You have given me no compelling reason to care about her past, present or future. I am very annoyed that next week’s episode will depart from the serious lack of storyline this season, in order to flashback and plug your new spinoff. The secret life of Dirota would make a more compelling series for f*ck’s sake. Utter and disappointing fail.
2. Note to Myself.
Remind me why you waste time watching this sh*t? I shouldn’t have to give you reasons why this isn’t a good idea, but here’s one… it has you talking to yourself in written form, in public. If you need some psycho-New York-rich people fluff then go watch The Real Housewives of New York City like everyone else.
ps. Go to sleep for f*ck’s sake. Insomnia makes you comtemplate worthless things and write them down… in public.
I have a lot of blogging to catch up on. I nearly disappeared for all of December. I have been dreaming of blogging, but only succeding at squirreling notes away in the brain file to post as soon as possible… they will make it up here. You will know them, because they will be the ones that start with phrases like “Last tuesday I meant to….” and “In the past couple of weeks…”.
I’ve had a chaotic couple of weeks filled with the usual holiday stuff, plus having our car towed and flights canceled and delayed and sibling drama and some deep-thinking about work and my current employment situation. I’ve emerged, not too depressed or overwhelmed, but certainly a little sadder and ready for some challenges.
However, at this moment, I’ve just spent three hours huddled on my couch in my favorite favorite brown blanket, watching the snow slowing down out my window and catching up with a week’s worth of tweets and reader blog feeds. So in keeping with the theme of the list of now – right now- on New Years Eve 2008, here is a blog-around list of posts, tweets and randomness that made me smile:
3191: A year of evenings Two photographers share one photo each, every evening of the past year. I got hypnotized and found that flipping back the days took on a strange, meditative vibe for me looking at the photos. Simple. Lovely. Brilliant.
Surveying the Comic Craze A CBC archives video from 1979. My favorite part was the anchorman’s recaplet moment at the end of the piece where he says “There are a lot of reasons why people collect comic books. For some it’s the money. For others, it’s a chance to recapture lost youth and a fascination with strange fictional worlds.” Lost youth? Nope. I’m fairly in touch with the best parts of my youth still. But a fascination with strange fictional worlds? Bingo. (h/t to BoingBoing for the link)
Really, this is a New Year’s poem? Lucy googles poetic for her blog’s New Year’s wishes and comes up with, what I think, is a gem. The line “I fake an optimism” might be one of my new favorite lines ever.
Reflections on the year of the poop-eating puppy. Heather B. Armstrong at dooce gives a handy list of her favorite posts from this past year. This is one of those blogs that I found this year and couldn’t believe I had missed out on until now. I don’t know what to say that doesn’t sound gushy, but I actually have the same feeling from reading her blog as I did when I discovered some of my favorite novelists. She is a truthteller, capturing hilarity with no pretension or showiness and reporting on daily life with abandon, tenderness and honest reflection. At the end of her list there is a really lovely slideshow of pictures, set to Bon Iver’s Blindsided. Watch that too.
That’s it for now. More (hopefully from me, and not just linkyness, later).
I love my strange friends. I really do. I have no idea who is responsible for this one…
Several months ago, Darcy and I let our subscription to Time Out NY run out. (We no longer live in NY and didn’t feel it was necessary to continue paying for it). Last week, we received two copies in the mail. One addressed to “Alvarez (mylastname)” and another addressed to “Alma (Darcy’slastname)”.
Odd to begin with, but I know that sometimes when you sign up for a subscription, there is an option to send a free copy to a friend. So I assumed someone we knew sent their free copies to us, with funny names as a joke.
Then, this week we also each got a copy. So I went online to check the accounts on their website. We each have accounts. No balance due. 98 issues left – a two year subscription!
This is hilarious and strange. Why? Who? … Why?
(and listen up, Magazine Fairy with a Strange Sense of Humor - our Wired and Domino subscriptions, along with my comic book subs are about to expire… just sayin’.)