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not_funnot much has changed with my dad. now its bronchitis and pneumonia, stable in hospital, needs to see a pulmonologist. im trying not to obsess over it. i dont like being far away and i dont like impending mortality of loved ones. who does i guess
so instead i guess ill write about how inexplicably (or possibly, explicably) i've been thinking a lot about the judy garland wizard of oz movie lately. it was such an iconic piece of americana but then the reality of judy's life was so dark, so was her daughter carrie's growing up?? but also like, what do you think a girl growing up alone on a farm in tornado alley dustbowl kansas wouldve had to look forward to when home from oz? i guess being surrounded by the hot men she saw analogies of in oz, at least in the movie version. in the books she just went back to oz. but especially the movie, who could just be happy in kansas after they'd seen oz? i think that's kind of what lead to the queer culture connecting with it. wouldn't you want to go back to oz, even with all its dangers, just for the mystery and the beauty? and maybe no place like home feels like an ironic joke to you anyway.
maybe this is just because the way i have cinne dressed in final fantasy keeps reminding me of the scarecrow, but also its been a while since i watched the movie so maybe my soul is just telling me it's due time again.
we went to the east coats gem & mineral show today. no rocks or objects really leapt out as must-take-home, but orbs are making a comeback. as it should always be, imo. lots of really cool really good fossils, a few skulls with crystals grown on em and the odd bug under glass. every year there seems to be a Thing that damn near every shop is selling and this year it was like an overpriced variable wave flourescent light to look at your flourescy rocks under. granted, those are pretty cool, i don't really think i'd want to build a whole setup just to look at them. for now.
some museum or club found huge boxes of ancient (1930s-1960s) paper trade magazines for rock enthusiasts. they were all musty and smelled of basement and they were just giving htem away for free so i grabbed a few. the 60s ones are just that, magazines of trade. lots of machinery for jewelry and rock trades and rock sales etc. but there's some editorial pieces, and sometimes people sent in rocks to be identified and the newsletter wrote back what they were. there were also some really racist stock art cartoon headers thank you america 1960s
the 1930s one was much more dry, strictly a scientific publication on how they were playing with heat and light sources and shooting them through various crystals and recording the results and writing how, mathmatically, this was happening. mostly completely incomprehensible, but the idea is i guess that you could replicate such experiements yourself and see what cool stuff rocks did when subjected to a lot of heat and light. the issue i grabbed is almost talking about how laser etching today works. almost
overall the books feel like a kind of very niche almost mad science vibe.
audrey still refusing to eat her food that has medicine in it. how she knows, i don't understand. but i guess just keep trying to do it this way. so far no pee, but shes also still very moody/upset abt the ear goop attempts so who is to say. she EVENTUALLY gets MOST of at least ONE dose a day but aauugughhh child please i just need u not to pee on the couch and the bed and any piece of clothing or rug or towel on the floor that you think you can crumple up who TAUGHT YOU THIS
animals
beasts
stressing as i am, i am no better. what can i do. try my best i guess
i was reading a comic that was done in the homestuck online-only-narrative-style abt these dog aliens breaking into an ancient mall and gun-skateboarding around shooting ghosts or whatever but then i closed the browser to see what the hell was making the internet go slow and lost the link. something-sync. sync-something? good luck fucker
[edit: its https://zerio.io/synodiclink/ ]
its always been so much easier to be mad than sad or stressed out, but its really just not a good default big emotion. i cant say 'fall asleep forever' is a huge improvement but it is -an- improvement over 'lash out' like in my bygone youths.
just tired, just wish things were better sooner.
monday awaits. just another day, after all.
maybe i'll finally get around to taking sticker club promo photos for the last few months >.>
i dunno. i feel like if i could hop into a pocket dimension for a week to reorient myself it would be good. perhaps thats why it is not allowed. i would simply become too powerful.
so instead i guess ill write about how inexplicably (or possibly, explicably) i've been thinking a lot about the judy garland wizard of oz movie lately. it was such an iconic piece of americana but then the reality of judy's life was so dark, so was her daughter carrie's growing up?? but also like, what do you think a girl growing up alone on a farm in tornado alley dustbowl kansas wouldve had to look forward to when home from oz? i guess being surrounded by the hot men she saw analogies of in oz, at least in the movie version. in the books she just went back to oz. but especially the movie, who could just be happy in kansas after they'd seen oz? i think that's kind of what lead to the queer culture connecting with it. wouldn't you want to go back to oz, even with all its dangers, just for the mystery and the beauty? and maybe no place like home feels like an ironic joke to you anyway.
maybe this is just because the way i have cinne dressed in final fantasy keeps reminding me of the scarecrow, but also its been a while since i watched the movie so maybe my soul is just telling me it's due time again.
we went to the east coats gem & mineral show today. no rocks or objects really leapt out as must-take-home, but orbs are making a comeback. as it should always be, imo. lots of really cool really good fossils, a few skulls with crystals grown on em and the odd bug under glass. every year there seems to be a Thing that damn near every shop is selling and this year it was like an overpriced variable wave flourescent light to look at your flourescy rocks under. granted, those are pretty cool, i don't really think i'd want to build a whole setup just to look at them. for now.
some museum or club found huge boxes of ancient (1930s-1960s) paper trade magazines for rock enthusiasts. they were all musty and smelled of basement and they were just giving htem away for free so i grabbed a few. the 60s ones are just that, magazines of trade. lots of machinery for jewelry and rock trades and rock sales etc. but there's some editorial pieces, and sometimes people sent in rocks to be identified and the newsletter wrote back what they were. there were also some really racist stock art cartoon headers thank you america 1960s
the 1930s one was much more dry, strictly a scientific publication on how they were playing with heat and light sources and shooting them through various crystals and recording the results and writing how, mathmatically, this was happening. mostly completely incomprehensible, but the idea is i guess that you could replicate such experiements yourself and see what cool stuff rocks did when subjected to a lot of heat and light. the issue i grabbed is almost talking about how laser etching today works. almost
overall the books feel like a kind of very niche almost mad science vibe.
audrey still refusing to eat her food that has medicine in it. how she knows, i don't understand. but i guess just keep trying to do it this way. so far no pee, but shes also still very moody/upset abt the ear goop attempts so who is to say. she EVENTUALLY gets MOST of at least ONE dose a day but aauugughhh child please i just need u not to pee on the couch and the bed and any piece of clothing or rug or towel on the floor that you think you can crumple up who TAUGHT YOU THIS
animals
beasts
stressing as i am, i am no better. what can i do. try my best i guess
i was reading a comic that was done in the homestuck online-only-narrative-style abt these dog aliens breaking into an ancient mall and gun-skateboarding around shooting ghosts or whatever but then i closed the browser to see what the hell was making the internet go slow and lost the link. something-sync. sync-something? good luck fucker
[edit: its https://zerio.io/synodiclink/ ]
its always been so much easier to be mad than sad or stressed out, but its really just not a good default big emotion. i cant say 'fall asleep forever' is a huge improvement but it is -an- improvement over 'lash out' like in my bygone youths.
just tired, just wish things were better sooner.
monday awaits. just another day, after all.
maybe i'll finally get around to taking sticker club promo photos for the last few months >.>
i dunno. i feel like if i could hop into a pocket dimension for a week to reorient myself it would be good. perhaps thats why it is not allowed. i would simply become too powerful.
