Random thoughts

Weird dream of the day: I was at a college overrun by body-snatching aliens (who somehow looked identical to their "hosts" even before the inhabiting), and an alien in the body of my older brother sedated me so the aliens could get me. They cut into my back to get inside me, but for whatever reason couldn't completely take me over. At lunchtime everyone was eating hot dogs that I'm pretty sure were made of human flesh, and I had to act like one of the aliens to avoid suspicion.

I managed to escape and get to my home (which was actually a trailer on the college grounds), while narrowly avoiding being caught by Gollum. An alien got into the trailer (probably with Gollum's help) while I was looking for a way to reverse the body-snatching, which was hidden in a certain Goosebumps book I had; but the book turned out to be the wrong one, and the alien was about to attack me when I woke up.

 

I don't keep a dream journal. The only thing I remember eating or drinking before bed was strawberry lemonade with real strawberries. I always tend to have the weirdest dreams in the morning right before I wake up.

 

Store prices are so unbelievably ridiculous. On an innocent search for choc chips (to make oatmeal cookies with yum!):

-house brand choc chips in milk choc, white chip & semi-sweet $2.59
-Nestle choc chips in the good flavors like butterscotch, milk chocolate, peppermint, etc....$6.59.

Are you serious? So I settled on the semi-sweet because there's no way I'm freaking paying 7 bucks for a tiny stupid bag of chocolate chips. BOO thumbs down!

 

Warning,

Updating to Windows 10 causes serious issues with Hotmail.

I'm dealing with 2 years of lost emails, Junk mail mixed in with normal mail.

It's a nightmare.

 

Just had a dream that I was writing a scene and I imagined said scene with perfect clarity. My MC was starting to kill a bad guy with a pure wood bow and arrow with a stone arrow head. Something went wrong and my MC had to run from the Master of Magnetism himself, Magneto. But then my dream shifted and I was the MC. So I went home, grabbed my kid, and his him in a foster home so Magneto couldn't catch him while I went to go kill magneto and the original target. That was a fun dream.

 

That odd moment when you realize your MC's comparison of her situation to Disney's "Beauty and the Beast" is more accurate than you ever intended. Ariel is Belle (pretty, bookish, genre-savvy heroine), and Fiachra is a cross between Gaston (dark-haired, blue-eyed, narcissistic antagonist obsessed with marrying the heroine) and the Beast (brutish prince who keeps the heroine captive in his castle), which is acknowledged early on. But today I realized also that Vincent is Maurice (heroine's father, considered insane by his peers and for whom time in an insane asylum [rather, the modern equivalent, a psych ward] is a legitimate fear). Wonder if I should hang a lampshade on that too, given how Ariel is such a Disney fan that it actually impacts the plot...

 

That was intentional. Her parents are (or were, in the case of her deceased mother) both singers, and they had hope that she'd share their interest. Also doubles as a reference to Shakespeare's "The Tempest".

 

I love this.

 

Caught a crow today. First noticed him this morning- some other crows knocked him out of the sky. I went to check after work if he was still around, and he was. Poor guy has a broke wing. I wanted to take him to the wild life sanctuary right away but they are only open from 8am-4pm everyday. So by the time I caught him it was too late to take him.

I'm calling him Fury. In the morning I'm bringing him to the sanctuary. He's super cute, I wonder if they'd let me house him till his wing is healed. For now I put him in this shelving unit my dad built so we could grow lettuces in the backyard and keep the raccoon's and groundhogs out of the sprouts.







I think he must have broken Crow law or something. The other crows were being super vicious.

 

Awwww, poor crow! Good thing you were there to take him in! <3

 

Update,



Took a picture of this little guy this morning before I took him to the sanctuary. The people that were working there are really nice and turns out they are looking for volunteers. Picked up a sheet so I could sign up. I'd love to help birbs (Yes birbs). They along with bats are my favorite animals.

 

Now, I am something of a 'real live dead dinosaur' when it comes to 21st century technology. Among other things, I still have a landline, prefer paper books to a screen, don't have a smartphone, and use a PC for writing.

But I did take a tiny, hesitant step into the new tech era last week. Daughter gave me one of these 'Kindle Fire' things over the holidaze, and upon spotting a novella last week that was 'kindle only,' I fired up the contraption to download it. Main gripe is having to jab the screen so dang hard with the fake pen deal to accomplish much.

Novella wasn't bad: 'Isosceles Moon,' a sort of urban fantasy/horror.

 

I just learned Brandon Sanderson has written around 1000 words per day since Elantris came out 11 years ago totaling nearly 4 million words.

 

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work...
Need I say more...

 

Wow, that is less than I'd have thought, given that most of his books are big enough to accidentally kill small children with.

 

One of the teachers at my school had a baby on Saturday. She emailed me some pictures, so I put them on the projector to share with my class (she's the music teacher, so they all know and love her.)

One of my little ones raises his hand: "When is the baby's birthday?"
Me: "He was born on Saturday, June 4th."
One of my other little ones frowns and tilts her head to the side: "But that was when he was born, when is his birthday?"
I, and most of the rest of the class, just sit in stunned silence for a moment, trying to reconcile her words with reality. I am about to explain, when her eyes suddenly grow wide and she lets out a long "Ohhhhhhhh, your birthday is the same day you are born. I get it now."

This is the same kid who (until recently) identified 22 as twotey-two and (still) insists butterflies go through metaporpoise.

I'm trying my best here people.

 

Our calico is a sadistic murderer.

During breakfast this morning, she jumped through the window with a field mouse in her teeth. My husband finds the cats's killing ways to be rather endearing. So he handed her a handful of treats while mousey thrashed around in his final moments of suffering. She'd ripped open his side and well, I nearly lost my appetite.

Husband throws mouse in the bushes and comes back to finish his meal.

Cat goes back outside. She comes in less than 5 mins with another mouse.

NO. The same mouse! She freaking tracked him down and brought him back to the house and he was still alive. So my husband gave her another handful of treats and made sure mousey was put out of his misery. So much for breakfast, eh? Geesh. I don't know why all our cats turn out to be killers who like to bring their victims inside the house. I'm the only person in this house that doesn't find that amusing. Even my son giggles when I ask him to toss them out for me.

No more cats after these ones die. Dogs from now on.