Length Of Visible Light: 10h 30m
Length of Day 9h 31m
Tomorrow will be 2s shorter.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Paid in Full
This is a wonderful website! It will keep you entertained for years, possibly.
This little short film means something to me in several different ways. First, I love the black and grey gloom of the mise en scene, and the constant surround of negative people. (Life here in Laconia, with our sour, dour farmer folk.) Secondly, I like the reminders of the real austerity and rationing that went on in great Britain after World War II, long after life here in the US rebounded almost immediately. Thirdly, though, it makes me sad that we Americans are mostly not touched one little bit by the two wars we waging, unless one has someone in the military serving over there.
I despise the orgy of Christmas. Sorry, but I do. Not the idea of the holiday, if that is your thing, but the crass consumerism of it all. It makes me sad.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Recycle
First, Sweetie gave me asthma. Then psoriasis. And now, his Whereinhellisit syndrome. You know, the one where you are looking straight at something, yet cannot see it?
This happens all the time here at Chez Fur. Car keys, wallets, important papers, cars in parking lots, that thing I just had a minute ago, ear plugs, and now, eye glasses. I have been the triumphant Finder of Lost Things for our entire relationship. I mocked him unmercifully.
But now? I have this disease and I can't find anything, either. Oh, I can still find his things, I just can't find my things.
I mean, I know the drill with his lost stuff. It's either in the bathroom, in his last worn pants or coat, on the kitchen table under something, or near that big RV.
So far, still lost is a dress. A whole dress. This morning? A bottle of medicine for the bunnies. Look, seek, look on top of, search, straighten up, look behind, look under, think. And repeat.
I don't have a Finder Goddess of my own, so I'm fucked.
Guess I'll play solitaire.
This happens all the time here at Chez Fur. Car keys, wallets, important papers, cars in parking lots, that thing I just had a minute ago, ear plugs, and now, eye glasses. I have been the triumphant Finder of Lost Things for our entire relationship. I mocked him unmercifully.
But now? I have this disease and I can't find anything, either. Oh, I can still find his things, I just can't find my things.
I mean, I know the drill with his lost stuff. It's either in the bathroom, in his last worn pants or coat, on the kitchen table under something, or near that big RV.
So far, still lost is a dress. A whole dress. This morning? A bottle of medicine for the bunnies. Look, seek, look on top of, search, straighten up, look behind, look under, think. And repeat.
I don't have a Finder Goddess of my own, so I'm fucked.
Guess I'll play solitaire.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Invalid Password
Lady Euphoria, I am sorry to not play vacation, but that is something beyond me right now.
Right now? I am playing hand after hand of solitaire online, the Klondike version, in order to make the time just pass.
I used to do this with a real pack of cards when I was a kid, and I must have played ten thousand hands. To pass the time.
I tried to ecksplain depression yesterday so someone who does not suffer from it. It's hard. It's hard when one's disease is internal and not based upon one's status or belongings or needs. I have everything I want and need. Yet, I still... I am so tired of life. It is so hard to merely get up from the couch. If I didn't have my creatures, and my spinning dates, I just might not ever get up.
It's been difficult. But it is a disease, just as real as diabetes or asthma or cancer.
But I'm hangin' in there, passing time.
Today, I washed dishes, did three loads of laundry, went to the bank and recycled. For me? An accomplishment! I'll make chili tonight and play solitaire until seven thirty, when I can go to bed.
Tomorrow?
Solitaire.
Right now? I am playing hand after hand of solitaire online, the Klondike version, in order to make the time just pass.
I used to do this with a real pack of cards when I was a kid, and I must have played ten thousand hands. To pass the time.
I tried to ecksplain depression yesterday so someone who does not suffer from it. It's hard. It's hard when one's disease is internal and not based upon one's status or belongings or needs. I have everything I want and need. Yet, I still... I am so tired of life. It is so hard to merely get up from the couch. If I didn't have my creatures, and my spinning dates, I just might not ever get up.
It's been difficult. But it is a disease, just as real as diabetes or asthma or cancer.
But I'm hangin' in there, passing time.
Today, I washed dishes, did three loads of laundry, went to the bank and recycled. For me? An accomplishment! I'll make chili tonight and play solitaire until seven thirty, when I can go to bed.
Tomorrow?
Solitaire.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Stay in Lane
I got nuthin'.
It has been cold, below freezing, and gray. Today? It's cold, above freezing, and gray. Plus drizzling.
There are no dead animals to report. Chickens, rabbits, cats, and dog are all alive.
There is no Christmas news, as I don't celebrate that holiday. I do need to bring something green into the house, though.
I've posted some photos over at Back Roads Harrison County.
I'm depressed and weary.
You know, all the usual December stuff.
These are photos of the front moving through last Wednesday, bringing in the freezing temperatures.
This field is just south of us. The house in the distance belongs to Danny Boone. Yes, he is a descendent of that Daniel Boone. Our town was platted by Dan'l's brother, Squire Boone in 1816 and I live in Boone Township.
(An interesting tidbit of history. The town was originally divided into four parcels, [intersecting where the 4-way stop is now,] and each lot was owned by a William Something.)
Soon, there will be another Habitat for Humanity house built neckts door, in that field.
I am imagining that my view from the kitchen window will change.
It has been cold, below freezing, and gray. Today? It's cold, above freezing, and gray. Plus drizzling.
There are no dead animals to report. Chickens, rabbits, cats, and dog are all alive.
There is no Christmas news, as I don't celebrate that holiday. I do need to bring something green into the house, though.
I've posted some photos over at Back Roads Harrison County.
I'm depressed and weary.
You know, all the usual December stuff.
These are photos of the front moving through last Wednesday, bringing in the freezing temperatures.
This field is just south of us. The house in the distance belongs to Danny Boone. Yes, he is a descendent of that Daniel Boone. Our town was platted by Dan'l's brother, Squire Boone in 1816 and I live in Boone Township.
(An interesting tidbit of history. The town was originally divided into four parcels, [intersecting where the 4-way stop is now,] and each lot was owned by a William Something.)
Soon, there will be another Habitat for Humanity house built neckts door, in that field.
I am imagining that my view from the kitchen window will change.
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