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Guess my mood, win nothing
I have no right to be grumpy today. But I am. Actually, grumpy isn't the right word. Vaguely dissatisfied.
I'm not wearing earrings today. My ears are not doing as well as they should. They're not painful, but since they still bleed a little, I think I should probably be wearing earrings with hypoallergenic posts, which means I have to go buy some. Also, when I soaked one of the cabochons I wore all weekend in alcohol, because I wanted to make sure it wasn't all covered in earcruft before I stuck it in my ear, the cabochon came off the post and now I'll have to glue it back together again somehow. Stone to metal - that should call for an interesting adhesive. I see a cyanoacrylate in my future.
Lucy has started a ring of journals that talk about their gardens regularly. Urgh. It's not so much that I dislike gardens, but it's one of the topics guaranteed to make my brain shut down - like sports. But the subject of "good topics" and "bad topics" is a complex one. Several of my friends have given me hell since the last time I wrote about boring things and not-boring things, and I'll probably write about it again one day soon, but all I can say is that when I'm queen of the universe, I'm banning all sports and garden talk. And car talk (except for the Magliozzis, who are actually comedians in disguise). And infant talk. And job talk.
Don't take the above seriously, it's my warped sense of humor kicking in.
I walked out of the house on Friday and felt this sensation in the back of my throat, like I'd swallowed a gnat, except it didn't go away. Then I looked at the parked cars I was passing and I realized they were all green, covered in yellow-green dust from the happy maple trees. I'm not normally allergic to pollen, but considering it's so thick this year that I can practically see the stuff circulating in the air, and can feel it in the back of my throat ... well, it's no wonder I keep waking up with a clogged nose.
Another idea - like the garden journals - which makes me crankier than I should be is Imagine Radio, which Kymm and others have been talking about. OK, first off, this isn't a new idea. Second, I think it annoys me because here I am trying to find new projects for impudence.com, and I'm always asking for suggestions, but does anyone give me any? No! They just go play with this silly-ass ranking system.
Which I didn't come up with first.
Actually my idea for impudence was elaborate enough that I don't think anyone would play. It involved stating a question, trying to anticipate the way people's opinions on that question would fall, and then discussing the outcome. Not going to do it now. Too much work for too little anticipated return.
Speaking of that, I have some comments about short stories, but that's a separate entry.
I do oppose the idea that there are not as many new ideas going around. Several times in the past couple of days - why this conjunction of ideas, I do not know - I have encountered the meme that It Was Easier To Think Up Stories In The Old Days. The most recent place I saw this was in Karen's new journal, which is coming along excellently. But, as much as I like Karen, I have to say:
Balderdash.
And Karen, you who are about to go off to the land of Clarion, it is doubly important that you know how much poppycock that is, because you're at a time where you cannot afford to let that concept cripple you. Trust me. Ideas - new ideas - are just as easy to get as they always were, because neither society nor technology is stagnant. Yes, it's harder to write original variations on the old themes now, but what about finding some new ones?
Sorry. Like I said, I'm grumpy today. The only thing not making me grumpy is one of the few things which should be: My CGI isn't working right. The 'scherzi' and 'sospiri' columns of entries on the front page are getting out of step with each other; it's not putting the breaks in correctly. I should be annoyed over this, but actually I'm kinda fascinated. Since I don't know what it's doing wrong, it's fun to see what it will look like every time I add a new entry.
I suppose that's my silver lining for the day. Slim, but one takes what one can get.
© Columbine
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