Normally, I think of making resolutions for New Year’s. Tradition, y’know? But then, I figured, why wait? It’s just another form of procrastination, and my little resolution of writing everyday isn’t exactly a bother.
Obviously, I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing anything. The only related activity would be a semi-reg grocery list. Sad, right?
So. Let me tell you about our new Christmas tree.
For a long while now, we hardly decorated. A few festive-themed items would make their way up on the bookshelves (bought on a whim that year) and somehow Adam would hang up those giant Christmas stockings, but that’s it. We aren’t grinches about the holiday, but we don’t seem to swing into the spirit either.
The last time we put up a tree was… 2013. That poor tree was packed into a box and it followed along to our new place in Abbotsford. Where it stayed until this year. I’m rather glad fake trees aren’t sentient, because it would have been so very aggravated with us.
The new tree, unadorned
We went out and bought a new tree yesterday. Took about an hour or so to pick out the tree in the store, despite doing our research online first. The options we had picked out were decent; however, the prices were not true to the website. The tree we had been angling for was now a hundred bucks more than anticipated. Predictably, we were a little flustered by this and began questioning all our choices regarding this endeavor.
Which meant… we looked at other options. Continue reading
Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t like the most recent editor for WP. You know, the light blue version? WP has always tucked its various options and toggles away, but this version seems to pack the menus away and archive them. It takes me that long to dig them back up. And I like the dark-grey mouse-over menus and the small fonts. It feels more professional and less like I’m looking at a digital ordering menu from McDonald’s. I suppose it’s meant for a touch screen: big round buttons, friendly fonts, fewer options cluttering the view… or maybe it’s because computer monitors are coming in higher resolutions and this things need to use more pixels to even show up at a decent size in reality.
Meh. I like my WP-Admin editor. The other one is… flaky (how come it doesn’t always edit the post I want when I hit the Edit button?)(or when I click the Edit link at the bottom of a post, it doesn’t do anything?).
I haven’t “attended” for years and the only times I have, I wrote with my best friend Ariel. Going at it alone is a little daunting, but I think it’s something I need to do. I’ve got a few story ideas in my head, none at all fleshed out, but I think NaNo will be good for textual regurgitation. At least it’s out, right? As gross as that bit of imagery is, getting the story, in all its dis-coordinated mess, out on digital paper is better than keeping it in an amorphous mess in my head. I don’t plan on inflicting this said mess on anyone, so it won’t be going up in posts, but I probably will whine and grump here.
So… heads up? 😀
For those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo is a yearly event for writers to enter in a challenge to write a story 50k long in a month. There’s no one who judges or reads the story and the count is done digitally through an online text box.
As much as Bucky is known for being the Winter Soldier… the fish version will not survive the cold. Thus, the heater. And because I couldn’t help but add to the sudden changes, I’ve added a filter as well.
I don’t know why, but whenever Adam comes up with a name, it tends to stick. I’ve given up trying to defy it.
“Because he’s replacing Steve.”
Ouch. And yet. What can I say? He is a little frosty.
The store called this guy a fire tail. *shrugs* He’s got a very frilly tail, I’ll give them that. Haven’t named him yet, waiting to see if he’ll survive the week first.
For now, he’s in a cheap fish bowl that’s about 3 gallons in capacity, much larger than his cup, but still not as big as I’d like. Eventually, I’d like to get a 5 gallon tank with nice clear sides. It’s hard enough taking pictures of fish via phone without dealing with textured glass! Continue reading
At least, I feel like her. If anyone twigged on that reference, I’m talking about the start of the movie, The Incredibles, when Helen unpacks the last box from the last house move. Which happened three years ago.
I just unpacked the last of my books. Granted, I had to rebox some textbooks because I don’t have enough space, but the physical opening of boxes had happened. Which is not to say that all of our belongings have been unboxed and assembled. Somewhere, in one of the boxes, are a pair of ulaks. *shrugs*
I suppose, I could treat this as my subconsciousness settling down. The move into Abbotsford always had a temporary feel to it. Not because I wanted to move again; rather, I had to adjust to constant change. There was the new job (that brought me to Hicksville), then there was the next job (when that high-risk career-move fell through), then the job after that (since I needed a better income), and finally another job where I am currently (because goddamnit I want something decent not just desperate). I moved here in March 2014 and I have changed jobs three times since then; it’s been… trying these past few years (to put it nicely).
So, here I am. Settling. Three years, five months, and some weeks later.