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I believe I may have some sort of airborne allergy, that peaks in the spring and is particularly prevalent round about the area of this library. I get random terrible sinus headaches and feel On-the-Edge-of-Ill-But-Not-Really.
That opening paragraph was mostly just to have an opening paragraph that is more interesting than this paragraph is going to be, which goes something like: "Hello, I thought I would post something about how I don't know what to post about, because I used up all the Interesting Topics I was going to post about and haven't come up with anything new and exciting. But it's been awhile since I posted so I thought I ought to drop in and say hello, so maybe I'll just ramble for awhile."
See, if any of my dear friends and relations saw THAT as the first teaser bit of paragraph that shows up on their Facebook feed, they'd NEVER pop over and actually read what I have to say. I like to think that my dear friends and relations actually DO find my writing interesting, and are popping over here to read it, and perhaps me having allergic sinus headaches will invoke sympathy and make them say, "Oh, my poor Amy has a headache! I must read more so as to send my healing thoughts in her direction with my virtual support!"
In the mornings I have been frequently writing to prompts, as I mentioned a couple posts ago, many of which may in fact make decent blog entries. Although my morning writing tends to ramble and contain many silly in-jokes with myself. I might share some of it. I wrote some pretty awful poems the other day in honor of National Poetry Month, and I could share some of the less-awful ones (there's actually one verse I like quite a lot. One, mind you) (and it's actually a very ironic verse to be the one I share, but that makes it all the better! But no, I can't remember how it goes off the top of my head and I don't have it with me, so you'll just have to wait anxiously until then).
Another thing I ought to do is somehow take advantage of the Free Trial Paid Account I'm on these two weeks, but I'm really not sure HOW. What's the point of adding more userpics if they'll just disappear in a few days? The statistics are fairly interesting, though I still find the "My Guests" feature to be the most interesting part, since it actually tells you WHO has been there. I did learn that there was a large sudden spike in non-livejournal-users viewing my livejournal last Saturday for some odd reason. Nearest I can figure it was people following the link to my Diana Wynne Jones tribute from Book Aunt, when they had probably found THAT link in this massive round-up of DWJ tributes, which I am NOT apparently cool enough to be included in, but the timing works out right so that's what I FIGURE it was. And I never would have known without these fantastic paid account statistic features! (That was a bit facetious. Because I still don't know what difference it makes. I mean, none of those people left me any nice COMMENTS or anything).
Anyhow, though, my blog posts may be all chatty and lovely and all, and perhaps my friends and relations and a few nice perfect strangers enjoy reading them, but I decided this morning that I'm going to resurrect the Fine Art of Real Letter Writing and unleash it on a few of my best friends whom I miss. Blogging is very like letter-writing, just less personal. Probably most people don't realize that my blogs in fact ARE nice letters written for a whole bunch of people, just because they don't happen to be the person it's directly ADDRESSED to. So what I will do is write nice rambly blog entries on pretty stationery, toss in some random clippings and photographs (my grandpap was famous for sending this sort of letter. In later years he was famous for sending you a photograph and then ASKING YOU TO SEND IT BACK. Whatever got people writing back, I suppose), slap on a 44-cent stamp and off they go. Wouldn't it be awesome to get a real personal handwritten letter in the mail? I am going on this assumption! The deejay on the radio the other day mentioned something about Facebook-induced depression, how people can feel actually LESS connected by the "artificial" connectivity of social networking sites, and he mentioned it in an offhand "isn't that funny? Do you believe that?" sort of way, and I thought, "Why yes, I've felt it myself a few times," mostly back when my aforementioned grandpap died and nobody said a word to me, while meanwhile I was bombarded by college classmates posting about the death of a college chorus director at the same time-- I felt pretty bitter and lonely then. But on the flip and sort of ironic side, 32 people posted to my Facebook wall to wish me a happy birthday last week, including friendly acquaintances from high school I haven't seen in 15 years-- and yet I still felt mildly disappointed that I only had four actual paper cards to hang on our Card String in the dining room, and only two of those came in the mail. So yes, the added personalization of an Actual Handwritten Letter will be SUCH a cool thing to unleash upon the world.
My actual birthday-- well, my actual birthday was completely uneventful because I had work in the evening; but as my parents already come out and babysit on fridays, they stayed on in the evening that NEXT day and my inlaws came over and everyone brought me pizza and angelfood cake with strawberries and ice cream. My mother and MIL both independently decided that I needed another Wardrobe Update, the former buying me clothes (including, in fact, the sweater I am wearing right now: isn't it lovely?) and the latter giving me a check and a large stack of coupons to department stores. Apparently my mother has not yet figured out that I never wear the OTHER suit jackets she had bought me in the past because I ended up with MORE (and a full suit! I have no idea when I will ever wear a full suit. Jason enthusiastically pointed out that "it's a SCULLY SUIT!" though, and it TOTALLY IS, so maybe I'll wear it to a SF convention someday or something). This is of course what I get for relying on other people to dress me. If I actually paid the slightest attention to updating my own wardrobe, I'd look like a cleaned-up hippie most of the time. Or someone who wears a lot of librarian-joke T-shirts. But anyhoo. My inlaws also got me an extra shelf for my Ikea bookcase, because I actually asked for this a few days before, because I ended up moving my CD collection to said bookcase, which allowed the DVD collection to take over the CDs' old shelves instead of BLOBBING ALL OVER THE PLACE IN PILES OR GETTING DESTROYED BY SMALL CHILDREN (and someone please tell me how said small children have managed to destroy THREE Muppet disks and yet they have not destroyed a single Thomas or Baby Einstein DVD? HOW? WHY? WHAT?). Jason got me two DVDs to add to those shelves (though without knowing about the New Shelves): Half-Blood Prince, which completes our Harry Potter collection until the last two come out (and WILL they come out in a two-part set? That would be kind of handy and cool. Though they probably won't tell you they will until you've already bought both parts separately); and the first season of BBC's Sherlock, which I've been devouring the special features of during naptime so as to indulge my complete pathetic Martin Freeman infatuation fully (my actual response to Jason was "Oh, you got me Martin Freeman! How generous of you!" which he seemed perfectly cheerful about, though I'm not sure he realized why this was so generous of him). And my brother got me a book of Nursery Rhymes in piano music form, inspired probably by my dad mourning for the past year and a half (since I got my piano) that he couldn't find HIS old nursery rhymes piano book, but ironically he finally found it and brought it over, well, last friday. When my brother gave me my own. It was kind of funny.
ANYWAY I'm reading back on that and realizing that I appear to be whiny and ungrateful, like DANGIT WHY DON'T PEOPLE EVER GIVE ME PAPER CARDS AND HIPPIE CLOTHES, they with their friendly facebook greetings and generous gifts, HAH! But I swear I really am grateful, honest. I just tend to notice weird little ironic things, and they tend to come out of my fingers snarky. Because I am a shy sweet angelic sort of girl and I have to let my snark out somewhere.
So in conclusion, I will say something else whiny and complainy: Maddie's latest hobby is dumping out entire cannisters of oatmeal on the kitchen floor. And aside from that, I can't think of anything else new and exciting and it is time to go, so, now that I've said hello, goodbye again!
That opening paragraph was mostly just to have an opening paragraph that is more interesting than this paragraph is going to be, which goes something like: "Hello, I thought I would post something about how I don't know what to post about, because I used up all the Interesting Topics I was going to post about and haven't come up with anything new and exciting. But it's been awhile since I posted so I thought I ought to drop in and say hello, so maybe I'll just ramble for awhile."
See, if any of my dear friends and relations saw THAT as the first teaser bit of paragraph that shows up on their Facebook feed, they'd NEVER pop over and actually read what I have to say. I like to think that my dear friends and relations actually DO find my writing interesting, and are popping over here to read it, and perhaps me having allergic sinus headaches will invoke sympathy and make them say, "Oh, my poor Amy has a headache! I must read more so as to send my healing thoughts in her direction with my virtual support!"
In the mornings I have been frequently writing to prompts, as I mentioned a couple posts ago, many of which may in fact make decent blog entries. Although my morning writing tends to ramble and contain many silly in-jokes with myself. I might share some of it. I wrote some pretty awful poems the other day in honor of National Poetry Month, and I could share some of the less-awful ones (there's actually one verse I like quite a lot. One, mind you) (and it's actually a very ironic verse to be the one I share, but that makes it all the better! But no, I can't remember how it goes off the top of my head and I don't have it with me, so you'll just have to wait anxiously until then).
Another thing I ought to do is somehow take advantage of the Free Trial Paid Account I'm on these two weeks, but I'm really not sure HOW. What's the point of adding more userpics if they'll just disappear in a few days? The statistics are fairly interesting, though I still find the "My Guests" feature to be the most interesting part, since it actually tells you WHO has been there. I did learn that there was a large sudden spike in non-livejournal-users viewing my livejournal last Saturday for some odd reason. Nearest I can figure it was people following the link to my Diana Wynne Jones tribute from Book Aunt, when they had probably found THAT link in this massive round-up of DWJ tributes, which I am NOT apparently cool enough to be included in, but the timing works out right so that's what I FIGURE it was. And I never would have known without these fantastic paid account statistic features! (That was a bit facetious. Because I still don't know what difference it makes. I mean, none of those people left me any nice COMMENTS or anything).
Anyhow, though, my blog posts may be all chatty and lovely and all, and perhaps my friends and relations and a few nice perfect strangers enjoy reading them, but I decided this morning that I'm going to resurrect the Fine Art of Real Letter Writing and unleash it on a few of my best friends whom I miss. Blogging is very like letter-writing, just less personal. Probably most people don't realize that my blogs in fact ARE nice letters written for a whole bunch of people, just because they don't happen to be the person it's directly ADDRESSED to. So what I will do is write nice rambly blog entries on pretty stationery, toss in some random clippings and photographs (my grandpap was famous for sending this sort of letter. In later years he was famous for sending you a photograph and then ASKING YOU TO SEND IT BACK. Whatever got people writing back, I suppose), slap on a 44-cent stamp and off they go. Wouldn't it be awesome to get a real personal handwritten letter in the mail? I am going on this assumption! The deejay on the radio the other day mentioned something about Facebook-induced depression, how people can feel actually LESS connected by the "artificial" connectivity of social networking sites, and he mentioned it in an offhand "isn't that funny? Do you believe that?" sort of way, and I thought, "Why yes, I've felt it myself a few times," mostly back when my aforementioned grandpap died and nobody said a word to me, while meanwhile I was bombarded by college classmates posting about the death of a college chorus director at the same time-- I felt pretty bitter and lonely then. But on the flip and sort of ironic side, 32 people posted to my Facebook wall to wish me a happy birthday last week, including friendly acquaintances from high school I haven't seen in 15 years-- and yet I still felt mildly disappointed that I only had four actual paper cards to hang on our Card String in the dining room, and only two of those came in the mail. So yes, the added personalization of an Actual Handwritten Letter will be SUCH a cool thing to unleash upon the world.
My actual birthday-- well, my actual birthday was completely uneventful because I had work in the evening; but as my parents already come out and babysit on fridays, they stayed on in the evening that NEXT day and my inlaws came over and everyone brought me pizza and angelfood cake with strawberries and ice cream. My mother and MIL both independently decided that I needed another Wardrobe Update, the former buying me clothes (including, in fact, the sweater I am wearing right now: isn't it lovely?) and the latter giving me a check and a large stack of coupons to department stores. Apparently my mother has not yet figured out that I never wear the OTHER suit jackets she had bought me in the past because I ended up with MORE (and a full suit! I have no idea when I will ever wear a full suit. Jason enthusiastically pointed out that "it's a SCULLY SUIT!" though, and it TOTALLY IS, so maybe I'll wear it to a SF convention someday or something). This is of course what I get for relying on other people to dress me. If I actually paid the slightest attention to updating my own wardrobe, I'd look like a cleaned-up hippie most of the time. Or someone who wears a lot of librarian-joke T-shirts. But anyhoo. My inlaws also got me an extra shelf for my Ikea bookcase, because I actually asked for this a few days before, because I ended up moving my CD collection to said bookcase, which allowed the DVD collection to take over the CDs' old shelves instead of BLOBBING ALL OVER THE PLACE IN PILES OR GETTING DESTROYED BY SMALL CHILDREN (and someone please tell me how said small children have managed to destroy THREE Muppet disks and yet they have not destroyed a single Thomas or Baby Einstein DVD? HOW? WHY? WHAT?). Jason got me two DVDs to add to those shelves (though without knowing about the New Shelves): Half-Blood Prince, which completes our Harry Potter collection until the last two come out (and WILL they come out in a two-part set? That would be kind of handy and cool. Though they probably won't tell you they will until you've already bought both parts separately); and the first season of BBC's Sherlock, which I've been devouring the special features of during naptime so as to indulge my complete pathetic Martin Freeman infatuation fully (my actual response to Jason was "Oh, you got me Martin Freeman! How generous of you!" which he seemed perfectly cheerful about, though I'm not sure he realized why this was so generous of him). And my brother got me a book of Nursery Rhymes in piano music form, inspired probably by my dad mourning for the past year and a half (since I got my piano) that he couldn't find HIS old nursery rhymes piano book, but ironically he finally found it and brought it over, well, last friday. When my brother gave me my own. It was kind of funny.
ANYWAY I'm reading back on that and realizing that I appear to be whiny and ungrateful, like DANGIT WHY DON'T PEOPLE EVER GIVE ME PAPER CARDS AND HIPPIE CLOTHES, they with their friendly facebook greetings and generous gifts, HAH! But I swear I really am grateful, honest. I just tend to notice weird little ironic things, and they tend to come out of my fingers snarky. Because I am a shy sweet angelic sort of girl and I have to let my snark out somewhere.
So in conclusion, I will say something else whiny and complainy: Maddie's latest hobby is dumping out entire cannisters of oatmeal on the kitchen floor. And aside from that, I can't think of anything else new and exciting and it is time to go, so, now that I've said hello, goodbye again!
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Date: 2011-04-07 10:07 pm (UTC)From:But I do kind of wonder if I'll ever have a good excuse to dress up as Scully.
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Date: 2011-04-07 12:10 pm (UTC)From:And while I always am thrilled to receive a real letter, I find myself puzzled with what to do with them afterward - it seems callous to throw them out, but do I keep storing them for years and years, just letting them take up room? I suppose my future biographers might appreciate that, but right now they just become clutter.
Sigh. So many difficulties!
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Date: 2011-04-07 10:11 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for the well-wishes!
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