So a Stormtrooper and a Sith Lord walk into a bar.
Anyone got a next line?
Anyone?
Comments are appreciated and answered.
So a Stormtrooper and a Sith Lord walk into a bar.
Anyone got a next line?
Anyone?
If someone could figure out how to give The Notorious RBG the immortal kiss, it would make me very happy.
Can you mix FCTRY action figures with other action figures?
Current Photo Friday theme: Motion
This record on 45. There are some songs that define an entire time for you. “Tighter, Tighter” came out in May of 1970 and reached its highest point on the chart in August. Never mind how old I was that summer–I’m 135 now, so you do the math. But I can tell you that it was one of the most amazing times of my life. Music, TV, friends, books–everything I did that summer and everywhere I went was fun and magical, and I seem always to be hearing this song in my memory. Naturally in the great scheme of things, there are more significant songs than this one-hit wonder that Tommy James delivered to and produced for the band Alive And Kicking. And the 1960s and Summer of Love are part of the soundtrack of my life, too, but…
But 1970 marked not only the start of a new decade, it was the growing into a new me. I still hold those people and summer days and nights in my heart and will always. Some of them are still around and know who they are. Some are gone, but they are never really gone.
Some of my best times have involved decks of cards. October 17 is Playing Card Collection Day. I know I just saw my Beatles deck somewhere, but who knows where in this collection of boxes home from storage I don’t have time to unpack. Meanwhile, here are a few unopened decks and one devoted to my favorite thing: reading!
From the 3 of Clubs in the Hooked On Books deck: The three novels with documented sales of more than 30 million were all penned by American women. Can you name one?
The books are (in order of release) Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann.
I try not to give too much real estate here to idiots, so I’ve deleted the name of the original (celebrity) poster who took Daniel Craig to task for carrying his baby in a papoose. But I LOVED this response which explains some rules for how we treat the tiny people in our lives:
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And they’re always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name
Darla, Lexington, Ellie, Orion, Mocha, and Jack treated the photo table like it was the bar in “Cheers.” So to them, I provide an appropriate bit of dialogue from the TV show:
Cliff: The Hindus believe that what you come back as depends upon your behavior in this life. If you led a good life, you come back in an elevated state.
Coach: Like Colorado?
Wishing you your best lives in an elevated state. You all deserve it!
They were safe during the flood, stashed in old shoeboxes on the upper shelf of a closet. Out of sight, out of mind saved them.
My old 45 records. When the bin came home from storage that they’d been put in as we cleared the house, I decided they needed a really solid and classy case of some kind, befitting vintage survivors of the storm. I found these online–mostly used by deejays and musicians and collectors of rarities, I suspect, but my records are just as special to me. There are a LOT of good memories etched into that vinyl along with the music.
Their new home to be.
Ready for sorting.
When it comes to band names, the alphabet is hard.
Little Eva Destruction (that’s what Tim calls her, so it’s her new DJ name) our foster dog says, “What can I spin for you?”
Wouldn’t it be funny if you asked and I had it. No, Marika, I DON’T have that. Not on 45, anyway.
Though it may sound like a lie, I basically haven’t had a day off from my job since 2014. Even on the vacations I’ve taken, my computer is with me. I already work from home, so it doesn’t matter where home is. Have Internet, can work–seven days a week. Recently we hired another person to work with me in records, so there are three of us now. It’s a huge help in taking pressure off of me, and in time, I know I’ll have real days off. For now, we call Wednesdays and Thursdays my days off (even though Thursdays I’m up before dawn getting ready to shoot photos at our transports–but that’s the volunteer part of my work, so I still count it as a day off). ANYWAY, I usually end up working at least part of those days, so what I have right now are blocks of hours off on more days of the week, and that helps!
As a result, I’m beginning to see progress in my to-do list for getting our home back in order. There is light at the end of the tunnel with the recovery, and it’s possible by the end of October, that will be complete, my office and craft room will be fully functional, and life will have some normalcy again. I’m not sure what normalcy is, honestly. But I know that one of the reasons my energy remains depleted, despite the fact that my workload is slowly being divided among three of us, that my home is slowly emerging, and that I fiercely protect my right to sleep undisturbed, is that I have so little creative time. My brain is always teeming with ideas, and I just need periods of uninterrupted time when I’m not exhausted to make those ideas reality.
Last night Tim sent me a link to an old interview with Aerosmith’s guitarist Joe Perry, which I watched first thing this morning, and something he said in that interview was like a sign that I’m on the right track with one of the projects in my brain. The nice thing about this point in my life as a writer is that I genuinely want to write only for my own pleasure. I’ve taken away the pressure of “would this sell,” “would people read this,” “would my editor want this,” and what I want to work on is only for my own satisfaction. So before I fall asleep at night, I give myself time to think of the novel I want to write, working out scenes and exploring my characters’ psyches. Over the past few months, I’ve struggled with how to make one of my weaker characters one who I’m better satisfied with, and an idea has played at the edges of my brain, and the Joe Perry interview gave me a “yes, you are on the right track” moment. Affirmation can come from anywhere, but it’s not surprising that Tim was its catalyst, because even when he doesn’t realize it, he’s always a source of inspiration.
I left the house this morning with a list of errands, one of those being to buy Joe Perry’s memoir, which is a few years old. I was lucky enough to find it, along with Keith Richards’s, which my brother recommended that I read when it came out ten years ago, and now finally I will. Along with those, I bought some art supplies and other things I needed to take care of a couple of dear friends’ birthdays. So though I ended up spending the rest of my “day off” working, I’m set up for more creative activities here at home during my Becky time.
Guess who came home from storage to make my day?
This guy, that’s who!
I recounted losing three copies of this in the flood in a post last September.
Now one has come home to me thanks to Timothy J. Lambert. THANK YOU, Tim. My world just got a little bit righter.