tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37048191573417303922024-03-13T21:39:32.558-07:003500wordsperpoundLady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-19682062988284394552021-01-14T13:02:00.000-08:002021-01-14T13:02:12.997-08:00Thoughts on Bean DadA little late, but I'm exporing doing more to get my content out there, and I. Have Thoughts.
In this little clip, I talk about what it would be like if I, as an educator, took the same approach to learning. Not long.
This is also intendend as a voice/podcast example if you've been directed to this page. I'm keeping a few things separate until I can have my studio set up, which won't be for a few months as I'm in transition right now.
If you get through <a href="https://youtu.be/S4uaGNa9Rw0">the whole thing</a>, I thank you.
Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-78257145959822583332021-01-07T08:21:00.002-08:002021-01-07T08:21:29.976-08:00I Read Over 260 Books In 2020 And I Don't Feel AnythingI was excited to start this challenge around this time last year, in the before times. Before COVID, before 2020 brought a dumpster fire of a series of more than unfortunate events. I was stoked. I was going to be this great super-reader. I always was predisposed to reading, it was always a strength, one that led, perhaps prematurely, to teachers and parents thinking that I was perhaps more gifted than I actually was.
I started when I read somewhere on a reading thread a while ago about a reader who had consumed around 5 books a week. Instead of thinking this was maybe a little pretentious (and it kinda is) I thought that for sure I'd feel some kind of an accomplishment. I went and scrolled back through a years worth of some really terrific books. I read more horror, participated in online book clubs, listened to amazing narrators who kept me company through this disaster of a year--at the store when I had to venture out, on long drives, through a divorce, sometimes during work when I was able to do that as I punched library codes into the computer. I read so many new comics, somewith my favorite old characters: (Buffy, Xena, Labyrinth, Blade Runner) and new (Faith, Sex Criminals, Grindhouse) to name just a few--there were many many many more. I saw art work that took my breath away when I read it and storylines that helped me with my own writing. It was a good experience. I'm glad I did it.
So how come I can't feel any joy over it? Maybe its because I don't have a huge following, and that's fine, I write for myself. But this is a big accomplishment. I earned those bragging rights. Now I don't feel like bragging. Who am I going to brag to? And does anyone really care? Maybe it's the isolation. I was experiencing a round of disassociation befoe I ended up living with mom for a month to clear my head. Maybe its like previous accomplishments, like earning a master's degree. Milestones like this, and I do feel its a milestone of some kind, should be celebrated. Bu what if tehre's no one to celebrate with, even online? 2020 took a lot from me. Maybe its depression, anxiety, all the mixed feeling and anger that come from losing a long relationship, among other things. Maybe the terrible just outweighs the bad no matter how much I want it to be otherwise.
A part me wanted to prove something to myself, but I've lost sight of what that originally was. So you're good at reading. No one ever disputed that.
This year I'm going to just take it at my own pace instead of racing to get a certain book goal done. Now that I've gotten into the habit of working towards word count goals everyday in a system that works wonderfully for me, I'm still valuing word count goals. But I'm going to take it easy on the book count goals. It gives more time to savor an author, a narrator, the art of an illustrator. If you want to follow along: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2376434-arcade-annie">Goodreads</a>
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Alice Is Missing, a silent role-playing game that takes place over text message, is the great way to play a social game as we do so many things lately--remotely.
Alice Is Missing launched on Kickstarter back in June of this year, where it was fully funded in just three hours.
It was designed to be played live, in-person like so many other games but the text-based nature of the game makes it perfect for social distancing. The game casts its players as high schoolers in the small fictional Northern California town of Silent Falls, where their mutual friend Alice has been missing for three days. Via a series of prompts, it’s up to you to find out what happened while also exploring some complex interpersonal relationships.
Players are provided with just the barest structure from the start, allowing for a lot of freedom in creating their characters. The game has been compared to Life Is Strange, Gone Home, Oxenfree, and Firewatch, and that’s high praise. If you like teen mysteries and soundtracks, this is going to be your jam. Like some of the other games mentioned, it takes the player through the prompts while also tackling dark and sensitive subject matter.
The game guide gives content warnings with suggestions on how to alter gameplay if needed, based on individual players’ needs. It also recommends right from the start that players steer away from things like sexual non-consent and what-was-she-wearing–tired, damaging writing that you’d unfortunately still encounter from time to time in a story about a missing teen girl.
Alice Is Missing technically runs without a game master but there’s some guidance needed during the 90-minute gameplay experience. It’s not really recommended for solo play, so if you have no one on your list you can play this non-verbal communication game, your options might be limited.
There’s also quite a bit of frontloading and exposition before the game starts, which is necessary to understanding some of the plot points, but f you don’t mind a short story to get started, you’ll be fine. The game uses the Roll20 platform, which is free but requires an account, and is highly recommended that you familiarize yourself with that platform beforehand.
Alice Is Missing is a game about choices, and that’s one of the reasons it sticks with you after you’re done--that’s the quality of the immersion. In the end, it’s a game about how the choices me make affect other people, a little bit like Thirteen Reasons Why, but not as accusatory. It’s a game that lingers in your head, which makes it fun to play because each time you play yields a different ending, and I love unpredictability. It also changes on our group dynamic and the choices of other people, so like any well crafted game it’s got layers of meaning and metaphor and you end up learning something about yourself and the people you play with.
Alice Is Missing was developed by Hunters Entertainment and published & distributed by Renegade Game Studios. You can find out more and get a copy for yourself here.
Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-69366206891782482662020-12-31T11:14:00.002-08:002020-12-31T11:21:16.702-08:00DC’s Starfire has a Goth, Queer and Plus Size Teen Daughter and Honestly Could I Ask For Anything More?DC’s Starfire has a Goth, Queer and Plus Size Teen Daughter and Honestly Could I Ask For Anything More?
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No teen I can think of has an aspiration to grow up to be like their parents.
Such is the case with the upcoming graphic novel I Am Not Starfire by New York Times bestselling author, Mariko Tamaki (Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me, Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass), and artist Yoshi Yoshitani (Beneath the Moon, Zatanna and the House of Secrets) whose art portfolio is way beyond praiseworthy and definitely droolworthy.
Let’s let the author herself describe Mandy in an article from Bleeding Cool:
“Seventeen-year-old Mandy Koriand’r is not her mother. Daughter of Starfire and high school outcast, Mandy is constantly trying to get out from under the shadow of her bright, bubbly, scantily clad, and famous mother. Dyeing her bright orange hair black and sticking close to her best friend, Lincoln, Mandy spends her days at school avoiding Teen Titans superfans and trying to hide her feelings for the gorgeous, popular, and perfect Claire. And while Mandy usually avoids spending too much time with her alien mother, she’s been particularly quiet as she’s keeping one major secret from her: Mandy walked out of her S.A.T….I Am Not Starfire is a story about mother-daughter relationships, embracing where you come from while finding your own identity, and learning to be unafraid of failing, if it was even failing in the first place.”
Mandy is seriously everything I wanted to be in the early 90’s even as the mall goths were gradually being replaced with grunge and kindercore pastel babydoll dresses. She does all the things that I wanted to do, so hopefully she’ll be a new and very welcome addition to the world of comics and hopefully cosplay.
Also as an unrepentant member of the alphabet mafia, more queer identified characters, also plus size, is a huge for visibility and representation.
Times are becoming a lot more inclusive than in the past, and we’re begnning to a see a new generation of queer, plus size and even disabled characters in comcs (althought not as many as I’d like to see-yet).
Something about a kid trying their damndest to not only differentiate themselves from their parents, but from the stardom their parents bring, speaks to me.
Not because I have superstar parents, but trying to create an identity that isn’t heavily influenced by your parents and their forceful guidance is something I think almost everyone can identify with, whether you’re a teen or older. It’s an almost universal experience.
Mandy has to deal with her mother’s popularity, which has nothing to do with her but would absolutely interfere with her day.
Mandy’s goth look seems to serve multiple purposes: combating that bright orange hair she was born with in order to distance herself from her mother, while also distancing herself from the Teen Titan fandom her mother generates. I’d probably rebel, too, and go as dark Goth as possible.
I’m curious to see how Starfire handles this. There’s no word (yet) on who Mandy’s father is, or if that will turn out to be a plot point later. I’m expecting that, no matter who the father is, Starfire’s gonna have some stuff to handle, and perhaps some self reflection as she navigates a life without it being all about her, and her daughter choosing a path so different than her own.
Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-80073932473883981812020-12-31T11:12:00.003-08:002020-12-31T11:20:44.477-08:00KFC Gaming Console--Someone Had To Do ItKFC Gaming Console: Someone Had To Do It
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KFC has proclaimed that the “console wars are over.” Emphasis theirs. I’m not quite sure who is in charge of marketing and PR over at the chicken franchise but its clear that something is happening and I’m not really sure how to feel about it. First, there’s the KFC Sims and the official KFC Twitter account which can get a little spicy sometimes. There’s even a KFC inspired Lifetime rom-com starring Mario Lopez, available in all it’s glory on Lifetime, but if you’re cable deprived you can watch all 16 minutes of it on YouTube. (I was blissfully unaware until a few days ago of a chicken fried romance entitled “A Recipe for Seduction.” But if I have to see it so do you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0e7Bj_7T3k
Obviously this console can’t be sold as anything but a novelty, appealing to hangry gamers who can’t bear to pause or leave the game for a few minutes to nuke some pizza rolls. We already have mini fridges in there to keep our drinks and snacks cool, so why not?
Despite its obvious easy bake oven gimmick, what exactly does it do? Well, in theory it’s actually not a terrible concept: it’s supposed to harness the heat that the internal processor puts off and converts it into a food warmer for, what else, chicken. Just to be clear, this doesn’t actually cook your food, it just keeps it warm.
Here’s what it comes with:
The KFC Console is being built with PC maker Cooler Master. Because of that, it’s more like a custom PC than an actual console. It will have the capability of running games at 4K/240fps. It comes with an Intel Core i9-9980HK Processor and a hot swappable GPU meaning you can upgrade later (in keeping more with PCs and less like regular consoles). The storage is a pair of PCIe NVMe Seagate BarraCuda 1TBSSDs which is twice the storage you’ll find on XBox Series X and three times that of PS5. Not bad. It also supports ray-tracing, also cool.
As of yet, not a lot of information about price and availability, as its most likely (if the be-all-you-can-be commercial about it is to be believed) a limited promo from KFC and that’s probably a good thing.
Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-30698716274199830472020-11-01T13:17:00.002-08:002020-11-02T12:40:57.502-08:00Curating Tik Tok: Politics Election Edition for 11/01/20 (Sunday)Two days before the election.
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<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@legionofdoon/video/6889852396789402885" data-video-id="6889852396789402885" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@legionofdoon" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@legionofdoon">@legionofdoon</a> <p>Hey guys, maybe we shouldn't harm members of our community? Just a thought tho <a title="election" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/election">##election</a> <a title="civilwar" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/civilwar">##civilwar</a> <a title="democrat" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/democrat">##democrat</a> <a title="republican" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/republican">##republican</a> <a title="fyp" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fyp">##fyp</a> <a title="foryourpage" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/foryourpage">##foryourpage</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ 432 Hz - SUNRAE 🌞" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/432-Hz-6820238050967177989">♬ 432 Hz - SUNRAE 🌞</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
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<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@chasingoz/video/6885754543326481669" data-video-id="6885754543326481669" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@chasingoz" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@chasingoz">@chasingoz</a> <p>Sooo the <a title="fbi" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fbi">##FBI</a> just called me about <a title="votersuppression" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/votersuppression">##votersuppression</a> taking place in my town. <a title="fyp" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fyp">##fyp</a> <a title="foryou" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/foryou">##foryou</a> <a title="foryoupage" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/foryoupage">##foryoupage</a> <a title="vote" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/vote">##vote</a> <a title="election" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/election">##election</a> <a title="election2020" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/election2020">##election2020</a> <a title="florida" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/florida">##florida</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Chasing Oz" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6885754506458516230">♬ original sound - Chasing Oz</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@cariller1/video/6886618733410864389" data-video-id="6886618733410864389" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@cariller1" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@cariller1">@cariller1</a> <p><a title="duet" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/duet">##duet</a> with @lyds840 hey sis! <a title="allyship" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/allyship">##allyship</a> <a title="blm" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/blm">##BLM</a> <a title="alliesforequality" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/alliesforequality">##alliesforequality</a> <a title="sis" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/sis">##sis</a> <a title="okaykaren" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/okaykaren">##okaykaren</a> get this lady a paper plate <a title="cookoutworthy" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/cookoutworthy">##cookoutworthy</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Lydia" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6883130842659539717">♬ original sound - Lydia</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@_victoriagentile/video/6888436129679330566" data-video-id="6888436129679330566" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@_victoriagentile" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@_victoriagentile">@_victoriagentile</a> <p>thinking of this queen and this queen only this election season ❤️ EVERYONE VOTE PLS <a title="fyp" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fyp">##fyp</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Victoria 🔮🦋" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6888436176005434118">♬ original sound - Victoria 🔮🦋</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@gagewebster6/video/6880993042321427718" data-video-id="6880993042321427718" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@gagewebster6" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@gagewebster6">@gagewebster6</a> <p>Thanks @chazcardigan for this heat. T.A. says bars. <a title="fascistpolicestate" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/fascistpolicestate">##fascistpolicestate</a> <a title="acab" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/acab">##acab</a> <a title="pleasevote" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/pleasevote">##pleasevote</a> <a title="music" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/music">##music</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Chaz Cardigan" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6872700155691289349">♬ original sound - Chaz Cardigan</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@vaushvidya/video/6889077056752094470" data-video-id="6889077056752094470" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@vaushvidya" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@vaushvidya">@vaushvidya</a> <p><a title="vaush" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/vaush">##Vaush</a> <a title="criticaltheory" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/criticaltheory">##criticaltheory</a> <a title="criticalracetheory" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/criticalracetheory">##criticalracetheory</a> <a title="timpool" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/timpool">##timpool</a> <a title="blm" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/blm">##blm</a> <a title="blmmovement" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/blmmovement">##blmmovement</a> <a title="blacklivesmatter" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/blacklivesmatter">##blacklivesmatter</a> <a title="racism" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/racism">##racism</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Vaush" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6889077094345755398">♬ original sound - Vaush</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>
<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@justlydeserved/video/6888323843753086214" data-video-id="6888323843753086214" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@justlydeserved" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@justlydeserved">@justlydeserved</a> <p>Social programs are not socialism. <a title="voteblue" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/voteblue">##voteblue</a> <a title="trump2020" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/trump2020">##trump2020</a> <a title="biden2020" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/biden2020">##biden2020</a> <a title="votehimout" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/votehimout">##votehimout</a> <a title="politics" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/politics">##politics</a></p> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - david" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-6888323951563475717">♬ original sound - david</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-493317154432914112020-07-22T08:56:00.001-07:002020-07-22T08:56:18.608-07:00Just a test<a href="https://vm.tiktok.com/JFmHfjd/">https://vm.tiktok.com/JFmHfjd/</a> Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-1185867558749821562020-02-20T09:19:00.002-08:002020-02-20T09:19:26.353-08:00So coldI have never been this cold before, inside and out. It's hard to think, it's hard to process a thought. There's no physical heat in the house. We have a woodstove, but without a fan to push the hot air out, it's basically useless.
My job is killing me from the inside out. First, it's freezing there, too, but more than that, I just can't take the disrespect from the kids anymore. I. Cannot. Do. It.
When I went into teaching, I never once imagined this. This is not what I wanted from my life. My best strength is in content knowledge, and I don't even get to a even a fraction's worth of what I'm supposed to do. Think of it this way: if I'm supposed to teach a chapter, the most I can get to in a day is a sentence. That's how much I can accomplish. I get glared out, eye balls rolling out of their head, dirty disrespectful little mouths and sometimes it even gets physical. I've been kicked and and even had a chair thrown into my bad leg and all of this for what No one ever takes responsibility, and no one ever ONCE says sorry.
I'm freezing and sick and in pain through it all, and I just don't know how much more I can take.
Then I come home to a home that isn't a home--physically because it's torn apart and emotionally it's also cold.
I don't know when I've ever felt so defeated in my life. I'm at one of the lowest points of my life--and I've actually been homeless before. I'm only one step away from that right now because I get treated like crap at work and then I come to this place where my stuff is (home?) where at best I'm ignored (on a good day) and at worst it's just screaming fights.
Like right now, I just tried to say something to him and he walked away from me without even looking at me or anything else. I was talking to the back of his head.
How much more of this am I supposed to take? I'm just a fallible human being, trying my best to survive, but every single day its about survival. I can't live.
Maybe I don't want to anymore.
I thought about it, seriously. I have some bennies. I rented a hotel room which was so gratefully deliciously warm. I ran a warm bath (oh god just thinking about it now makes me want to cry). I thought about taking the entire bottle and just sinking down into the heat.
I can't stop coughing. I will never be warm. What do I even have left? The cold is consuming me, my muscles ache. I can't take it. I just can't.
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Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-23444275837934496792020-02-09T12:30:00.000-08:002020-02-09T12:30:30.230-08:00Remodeling The remodeling and tearing out of the wires continues and it could very well lend itself to a giant metaphor of what this relationship is right now--torn apart, debris everywhere, empty rooms. Both of us relegated to our own little spaces, and only talking as neccessary. Walking on pins and needles according to his mood. Careful, don't upset him, there's no where to go. Literaly, the walls are see through right now.
His shadow is blown up by the work lamps and it looms over everything, and I can't think of a better way to put things right now. So for perhaps the first time ever I'm grateful for Monday morning. I went early today (there's heat, hooray) and I might stay late except there are my animals there and I need to take care of and preserve them.
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Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-59998709087922384962020-02-09T12:27:00.002-08:002020-02-09T12:27:43.394-08:00Just Driving Around <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWX4qbPw0C4uWnQJfFEZBJH9pvmv_34fR2KFKqzOT3umOGwMkD5z_DXVgJ41Inyxk6z_0lwXp_Z5HjmW5IDhDI819eNek8KTUmthhSDLF93Of7N-5OHn7_gvex28vKWTwmwcEjktzCqGB/s1600/Car.mp4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWX4qbPw0C4uWnQJfFEZBJH9pvmv_34fR2KFKqzOT3umOGwMkD5z_DXVgJ41Inyxk6z_0lwXp_Z5HjmW5IDhDI819eNek8KTUmthhSDLF93Of7N-5OHn7_gvex28vKWTwmwcEjktzCqGB/s320/Car.mp4" width="320" height="240" data-original-width="320" data-original-height="240" /></a></div>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-84349010042299926562020-02-07T14:54:00.000-08:002020-02-08T19:46:59.454-08:00Cemetery ThoughtsI was driving around today and just recording some of my random thoughts about what I'm going to do. Because I'm just lost. It was a peaceful place to think. <img id="id_60f4_2eae_7ab5_36c5" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/ajCKk7qVaRlp0z8BFv9-nbmTkfGU5TXi3foeVPtD_0y9c--XdWJTNOb6nKPoGl0" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e535_a2fd_9af_be10" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/96DwR5cUq5KfuTCEj9ETp5TA_L9J8ZL4U8W5qB1WUXWIl09uVfgTzIJcV3gYN9M" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e9f_dcf2_3501_2db4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/nQenL9FupJsfSV37nrPU29StXfvGlWz0G1KmEITja48eCNfUaUXu9Cs1fewvbBU" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-86713364767970642102020-02-07T02:05:00.000-08:002020-02-07T02:05:02.587-08:00 2 am postRealizing I’m in an abusive relationship is hard and makes me feel completely a hundred things at once. How could I have been so blind? Why did I make these choices? What’s wrong with me? <div>It’s 1:13 am and he just got finished screaming his hatred at me. </div><div>I’m wondering where I’m supposed to go. I can’t be here anymore, but I have animals and no money. </div><div>I can’t stop crying. I want a day without screaming and crying. </div><div>I’m shaking. It’s not even the lack of love, the loneliness, the isolation, the everyday pain. It’s the directed anger, the feelings of being helpless, broke, powerless. The fact that I thought, I prided myself on being a strong and independent woman, how did I end up here? I’ll try and get to a motel this weekend, and try to figure something out. I guess I committed to my job until the end of May but after that I don’t know. </div><div>It wasn’t supposed to be like this. </div><img id="id_2161_fbb2_9291_53d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/BAyC-wYleM1_BzJp4phhMBEFl_KGZ8dDU8FjBClo48Ah5fNrtoryiwlEyb_-Ijc" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-86257346078608539092020-01-08T17:50:00.001-08:002020-01-08T17:50:50.932-08:00On Loneliness, Pt. 2He stops short of the entryway, and his shadow falls long over the carpet.
"Come out and say how-do," I say jokingly. It was a fun thing that we used to day, and laugh. We don't really sa fun things to laugh anymore. There aren't fun inside jokes. When we talk, it's mostly to the pets.
He doesn't, for the record, in case you couldn't guess. In case the tension of wondering was too much.
He did look at me in passing, then continued on down the hallway, leaving me in the living room. It wasn't so much a slight as that I wasn't there.
there was a time when he cared if he hurt my feelings, or made me cry. It used to bother him and it doesn't anymore. He can keep on going with his day.
We are so long past saying thank you for good and simple things like thank you for getting a dinner or keeping the house warm or feeding the pets.
It is well beyond time to go. Maybe there are people who can just pack a bag and go, ut it's not just that easy, especially when there's no money. Everything is so strained and cold. I can't do this for another year and a half while I apply to the PhD program I want.
So, what's a broke girl to do, live under her mom's kitchen table with her pets? Is that better than an emotionally abusive relationship. I mean the obvious solution is to go, to leave, I know this, anyone can see this even though it hurts so badly, but I don't have a practical solution at the moment.
I wish I had better answers. I wish I had a guide. Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-54352330351410180572020-01-06T17:48:00.000-08:002020-01-08T17:50:50.791-08:00On the Nature of Uncertainty and LonelinessI think this might be something. A something. I promised I wouldn't watch or wait, but I'm watching, and waiting I know I am, and this is a truth I know but don't want to accept about myself.
I see red tail lights, and white headlights, and because it's dark I can't tell the make or model of the car, and the lights sweep left instead of right and I know they're not mine, not the lights I'm looking for.
I have to stop waiting because I know the person behind those lights would never wait for me, and my skin prickles and shrinks at the dirtiness of it all because I just feel used.
Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-86294021081775075332019-04-26T15:38:00.002-07:002019-08-03T17:02:06.399-07:00A to Z Challenge--X--X FilesX is for X files in this portion of our A-Z Challenge and that means we get X-plore (yes I did, I'm so sorry) Agent Mulder, the cutest and geekiest TV FBI agent in the history of TV FBI. Holy moly.
I started watching X-Files for the aliens, I stayed for Mulder, and his convictions. Because I want to believe. That he will appear in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a smile. And I do live in prime UFO territory, so it could happen.
Okay, all crushes aside, one of the things I loved about this series, besides the obvious, is that it opened up a world of mythology that hadn't been done in this way before. Since this challenge is about 90's nostalgia remember, this was pretty groundbreaking at the time. Creator Chris Carter was onto something. When you heard that trademark theme whistle at the beginning of the show, it was, I imagine, like the generation before you hearing the Twilight Zone theme.
It was a feeling. It was a sense of communion. It sent chills down your back and opened your mind to possibilities.
Other shows had tried and had fallen short, and X Files was a pioneer in the realm of urban fantasy and a trailblazer in the genre of dark fantasy. I am saving some of the newer revival stuff for the summer because school and, yes, I am a snob about revivals, but I am willing to give it a chance. I am also really really loving some of the <i>Cold Case Files</i> on Audible, in which Mulder and Scully revive some, you guessed it, cold case files from their previously unsolved plot lines. Definitely worth a listen, and they are in bite-size installments at a only a few hours each. <i>Tre Magnifique.
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What is also cool, and waiting for me in TBR pile, is the origin stories of our leading detective couple--basically Mulder and Scully as teenagers and I am addicted to YA and also to the author, <a href="https://kamigarcia.com/books/the-x-files-origins-agent-of-chaos/">Kami Garcia</a>, tasked to this <a href="https://www.amazon.com/X-Files-Origins-Agent-Chaos/dp/1250119561">teenage reimagining</a>, so I am looking forward to this as a summer read. We have junior Mulder and Scully <a href="https://www.amazon.com/X-Files-Origins-X-Files/dp/1631408453/ref=asc_df_1631408453/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=312186710579&hvpos=1o1&hvnetw=g&hvrand=978613771773144395&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9030838&hvtargid=pla-417565844396&psc=1&tag=&ref=&adgrpid=62860525140&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvadid=312186710579&hvpos=1o1&hvnetw=g&hvrand=978613771773144395&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9030838&hvtargid=pla-417565844396">in graphic novel form</a>, YA novel form, audio form--there's something out there for everyone. Hover the links to check them out, and leave a comment or hit me up on twitter to let me know what you think!
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Then midnight happened on the other side of the world and absolutely nothing happened.
Then midnight on our side of the world happened and absolutely nothing remarkable happened except we all got a little older and the 1900’s went away forever and that was a little exciting to be on the brand new side of the new millenium but...no planes fell out of the sky. No computers crashed and we still had electricity and phones and the world kept on turning just like it always did. There was even a theory going around that somehow the nuclear codes were going to somehow reset themselves (I never quite understood how this would happen) and whole world go boom.
People really felt like we were going to die, though. I think we all knew someone who knew someone who was absolutely convinced (there’s always that one guy. Or girl) who buys into it.People were terrified. They swept the shelves, they hid in their basement. And lets not forget our dear religious folk. Signs everywhere: The End Is Near. Repent Your Sins, etc. Sightings of Jesus and Mary and Elvis.
I couldn’t explain it, but, I was so unconcerned with it all, it just didn’t seem logical to me that the whole world would come to an end because of New Years Eve. You know? I thought we, collective humanity in general, would have some safeguards in place and that the mere passage of time wouldn’t break us. It didn’t.
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Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-17102732458257031222019-04-26T13:56:00.000-07:002019-04-26T13:56:15.832-07:00A to Z Challenge--W--WonderwallWonderwall I love this song, I do. It makes me want to roll down the windows and drive around and sing it on top of my lungs when I get to the chorus.
The word "wonderwall" means "the person you constantly find yourself thinking about". This song is simply about the feelings, human beings get when they experience the initial stages of love and infatuation (limerence). It describes the volleying between euphoria and agony that a crush can make you feel.
I did some research on this song, I did. My inner music nerd has been combing through my 90’s favorites for these blog posts this month so I’ve been combing through interviews and playlists, and found out some interesting tidbits. For example, from a 1995 interview that asks the question “What exactly is a Wonderwall?” (citation follows):
“It’s that vulnerability, evident in his tenderly chosen words and in Liam’s piercing vocals that really make this one such a legendary song. Anybody can say “I love you”; try telling the one who means the most to you, “You’re my wonderwall” instead. It may not make much sense, but it somehow says it all.” https://americansongwriter.com/2015/08/behind-song-oasis-wonderwall/
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I find it interesting that the lexicon is still in our vocabulary--we say we’re going to “tape” something (at least I do. I’ve heard other people say that too, although I’ve had a few kids question me on what that means. Because I am old, I guess.)
VHS stands for Video Home System, and why yes, I *do* remember getting a VCR for the first time, although I was very young. Then, in the way that kids do, it became about taping everything of interest off the TV, and playing it back when nothing of interest was on, and this technique became perfected in the 90’s when a particularly great special or show came on (Keep Circulating the Tapes!) But there are few cool apps now that are fun to play with that old crinkly sound and vaporwave feel to it, I wouldn’t go back to the clunkiness, I like the space.
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Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-39547056773603476582019-04-21T14:14:00.002-07:002019-04-21T14:14:20.829-07:00A to Z Challenge---Day 20--T--Trapper KeeperThe most I have to contribute about the almighty Trapper Keeper right now is that a vintage Lisa Frank one goes for about $60-80 on eBay, so I wish I would have kept mine. In any case, I can only guess why these things were the height of ultimate coolness and popularity. I think it was a popularity thing. It had to be that because of brand affiliation, it was a way to show off your personality. See, I like sports, or Care Bears, or Star Wars, or unicorns or something. That's the only thing I can think of. Or maybe you could pretend you were organized? I honestly don't know. It was about the image, mostly, because anything popular is always about appearances. I remember I had one that had a palm tree and beach on the cover with realistic (not cartoonish) waves and water droplets on the cover that I would stare at in class and tune out with and pretend that I was there, make up vacation stories about. I wonder whatever happened to it, I loved that thing.
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<a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/52726/history-trapper-keeper">Interesting Link</a>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-36702033593946729582019-04-21T14:14:00.001-07:002019-04-21T14:14:10.868-07:00A to Z Challenge--Day 19--S---Seventeen Vs. Sassy
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So on the complete opposite other side of Riot Grrrl we have Seventeen vs. Sassy magazine. I think Sassy was better, because it articles that featured testimonials and confessionals that felt like an older sister was talking ot you about How Things Really Were and was letting you in on the Big Secret of How Adulting Things Were Done. I think that’s why people objected to it and why it eventually went under, people (read:parents) thought it was too adult for young impressionable minds. I didn’t think it was bad. Seventeen was okay, and it told you the necessary things about How to Be A Girl and How to Do Your Hair and Make Up and Which Colors Go With That. My sister bought Seventeen on occasion and I leafed though them when I was bored. Girl magazines barely held my attention, I just didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t understand them except they told you how to do make up in steps and how to do your hair in steps and by step two it was already too complicated for me. <insert shrug emoji>
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However, lists of the truly terrible and the laughably bad movies exist floating all over the place.
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5RZ4GZneQo">Rhonda Shear Best Of</a>
<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/movies/comments/7fcxcu/usa_up_all_night/">Reddit USA List
</a>Lady Bluestockinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07382807439554823038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704819157341730392.post-28462135461465041942019-04-21T13:14:00.000-07:002019-04-21T13:14:21.525-07:00A to Z Challenge--Day 16--P--Pulp Fiction/Pre-DigitalRight before and right after this movie came it was everywhere all the time and so were the quotes. Uma Thurman especially with almost every scene she was in, completely iconic. Cocaine sniffing scene, iconic. Amos and Andy, iconic. Watusi, iconic. Needle through the chest, iconic. It was noir, and it wasn’t. It was noir and it was Tarantino. It was a movie where almost every line was quotable.
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The other part of the 90's that was interesting, and worth study, was that it was a transitional decade. At the beginning, it was analog, at the end it was digital. It was a time of becoming, and to be a teenager and a young adult during this era, to grow up as the Internet was growing up was, and is, something only Gen Xers get to lay claim to. That doesn't take away from the experiences of other generations, who get to claim Google and smartphones and lots of other cool stuff, and previous generations who get to claim radio and TV (and who knows where we'd be without that technology), but this one is ours, at least the 90's incarnation (I know the prototypes began long before). I think deep diving into the unique memories of the pre-digital world and the world that came after and its comparisons is worthwhile--look at its popularity in its current revival in pop culture. It's not a black and white world we live in, things are often not as cut and dry--the pre-digital world wasn't perfect, it was simpler, sure, but I find as I grow older I long for things and times that are simpler. But I also enjoy the technology that allows me to do the things that I do, write, play almost infinite music playlists, research almost anywhere, play games, and on and on. I find my memories slipping a little but some things remain the same--there's still radio and TV, after all, and while they've changed some, I can still lay on my bed and read an actual book made out of actual paper with the window open and the breeze coming in while listening to music and it's still one of my favorite things to do. I can do that in any time.
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See, marketing people, people like new things. And they don’t like new things. Get it?They like their new things to be somewhat familiar. But not too scary. Obitz was too scary and tasted like clear sludge. With bits in it.
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