I just Googled a videogame soundtrack remix I got on OCRemix fourteen (Edit - not 14, actually it’s over 20) years ago. I was seeing if anything had ‘happened’ with it, since my recollection is that whenever I’ve checked, I’ve observed it to be broadly disliked (say, 50% negative comments). I was lucky OCR took it in the first place because I recall I didn’t even read their submission instructions at the time, having come from VGRemix which accepted everything.
So today I found I find a Youtube video of it with 2.5k views and a positive comment from a decade ago. In conclusion, ten-year-old comments on your music that you didn’t know about can be awesome.
@ [Behringer, I hate necklaces with clasps, especially those that require threading a hook through the eye of a needle. As far as I’m concern, any necklace that doesn’t fit over my head is too damn short… granted, with a 20" neck circumfrence, a lot of necklaces are just straight up strangulation hazards(A fish to the face to whoever made 18" chains and cords one of the most common lengths for necklaces.
Also, I would love to own a set of fluffy pajamas… and to live somewhere I could actually wear them a decent part of the year… also KITTIES! and speaking of which, I’d love the fluffy pajamas to be a violet and magenta tiger stripe pattern with the top having a hood with cat ears in homage to a certain Wonderland resident.
Anyways, enjoyed a small breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausage today with no idea when the last time I had any of those, and got to add cheese and chicken nuggets to my bowl of rotini and beans for lunch… plus, the rotini was season with lemon pepper, whcih I’ve been out of for the last week or so until I made my big grocery order yesterday.
Necklaces with clasps are so annoying. The trendier toggle and clasp style seems to be more convenient to wear than more traditional clasps, but I’d be too afraid of the bar portion falling out of the quite large circle while jogging around, and they don’t really feel as secure to me, even if it’s probably worrying over nothing.
I usually wear vintage pieces, so the clasps can be especially fiddly. I did enjoy the adjustable nylon cord that my chunk of Canadian rhodonite sourced from a family owned mine (primarily a pale pink stone, mine had a swathe of clear/greyish patch running through like a snowy river) came with, but unfortunately that tends to be more so a feature of similarly rustic/boho style pieces.
That Cheshire cat set idea sounds super adorable. My favourite season is winter, so I’m glad to live somewhere where we get the full range of the seasons, even if winter is especially brutal and prolonged. I could do without the sweltering summers, though, I don’t do well with the heat…
Your meals sound great. Hope you’re having a good Thanksgiving!
A friend of mine, Sarah, sent a picture of her orange and white, seriously fluffy, cat. He’s not all that bright, but he’s a real snugglebug, and an admirer of art, since he loves to stare at some paintings she puts up on the wall and rotates out for him occasionally. He was draped so dramatically over a chair, with a mournful, contemplative look on his little round face, probably opining over the fact they won’t let him eat all of Thanksgiving dinner on his own. It’s hilarious. He’s a huge cat, so he takes up the whole chair! Sarah’s busy with family this year, but said that she knew she absolutely had to share it with me because she knew I’d love the picture, and she was right, haha.
I was re-reading some of my old writing from a few years ago, and I was surprised that I actually still quite liked it. I mean, it was a lot better than I fuzzily recalled it being, even a scene that I had felt was kind of cringe in hindsight- but really, it wasn’t all that bad at all. I can see a little of where my writing style has matured, but there’s largely the same blueprint of my style- ‘decadent’ as one commenter had mentioned, heavily character driven, the setting treated as a character- and it’s so strange, realizing how much it sounds like me, and the places where it diverges. I was shocked that it wasn’t actually as horrible as I had thought it was. Kind of a pleasant surprise.
Had a nice family Thanksgiving in which I didn’t eat much (even though I LOVE Thanksgiving dinner) because I’m still babying my GI tract after The Disaster. But it was nice to sit with the family and talk and push potatoes around on my plate. A really great thing that happened today was that Tom gave me a Chateau Picard T-shirt. It’s nice when someone knows what you like.
The Canada Post strike is still going on, and people are getting increasingly agitated about it as the holidays trundle closer. Feeling very appreciative of the fact that I got my photo ID and new credit card mailed prior to the strike… People’s documents are in limbo right now.
I was looking forward to breaking 30% of the draft when I noticed I’d crawled up to 29%, but actually wound up overshooting it with my most recent update to my tracker. Yippee!!
Above is a small weekly grid labelled Activity, in which days with the highest word count are in the brightest shades of blue. Off to the side are boxes labelled Streaks, which shows my longest streak of writing days has been 10. At the bottom is a progress bar tracking a 50,000 word count goal for Cuspid, which has a total of 15,487 words (31%), 894 of which were added in my current writing session today.
On necklaces, a trick I learned from relatives & girlfriends is locking backwards (that is, with the lock forward, literally under the eyes) then put the necklace in its proper position with a nifty 180° rotation around the neck.
(of course, trick optional for an Italian girlfiend case, asking the bf to lock the necklace is part and parcel of the arsenal of feminine wiles, at least in this country )
While I was on the train this morning, as I was slowly drifting towards a sleepy-yet-somewhat-vigilant kind of state, the playlist I had put on suddenly played “Blade Runner Blues” by Vangelis, one of my favorite tracks of all times.
I totally forgot I had added it to that massive playlist, and listening to it so unexpectedly brightened my day.
I posted my brother and sister-in-law’s Christmas parcel to Toronto on Wednesday. Literally one day later, UK post offices stopped accepting post to Canada because there’s already too much of a backlog. At least it’s in the system… but I have absolutely no idea when they’ll get it. Really hope it all gets sorted out for you guys soon!
To be honest, no one really knows at this rate! Union strikes do have a tendency to drag along, (like the infamous stinky garbage Toronto strikes over at the richer end of the city, down by the beaches) though there’s been huge umbrage about the fact they didn’t do a rotating shift sort of strike. It’s resulted in parcels, including people’s eye wateringly expensive and temperature sensitive biologic medications, as well as time sensitive documents like driver’s licenses, disability cheques, passports, photo IDs, etc to be lost in limbo, alongside all the holiday clutter.
If the package is able to make it an actual post office location, your brother and sister in law may be able to go there and pick it up in person if they won’t deliver it to their community mailbox or their house, but it sounds as if it might be lost in mailing limbo in the interim. I know some urban centers are making use of other mailing services, like Chit Chats or Amazon, but for rural areas where the only option is Canada Post (since third parties don’t find it financially viable to offer services in remote locations), they’re kinda outta luck.
Toronto is like, the biggest city, so if they want to mail you something, they should be able to still make use of those options (and whatever other options smaller business have turned to, I’ve just heard the most chatter about Chit Chats) heading out of Canada.
The snow is continuing, in a light dusting, and it’s so beautiful. It’s weirdly calming, to feel as if I’m trapped inside of a snowglobe, and the paper white skies are all bright from the snowfall.
case, asking the bf to lock the necklace is part and parcel of the arsenal of feminine wiles, at least in this country