monday. no, it's not monday.
Jan. 2nd, 2019 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I was sure it was Thursday, and then I thought it was Monday, and in short, I don't really know how time works.
A number of assorted packages are in transit to my house, and some are arriving tomorrow and some Friday, and my phone is set to arrive Friday. So. Like. Ughh I want to have it already, and yet. It's going to be a pain in the ass to switch over. And I only realized after I'd decided on it that there is no headphone jack. For fucking real!!! It's not just the iPhone that's doing this. I'm so furious.
But that's how the market is going.
Ugh, fine. I bought a set of bluetooth headphones because honestly I do get the headphone wire wrapped around my neck a disturbing amount. Fine. i'll try it. I bought them with the money I saved by buying the phone off a listing that didn't specify whether it was unlocked or not. (I asked the seller. The seller responded with a little educational essay about what "unlocked" means in this instance. That was not my question, sir, but I am going to assume that you were implying this one is unlocked, because otherwise this answer makes absolutely no sense instead of just almost no sense.)
I am delighted by the response to the Mammoths Novel Thing, and I'm going to answer all those comments a bit later, and probably I'll adopt a schedule where I post weekly on either Sundays or Mondays, most likely, so there'll be a faster second update and then the interval will be normal. So that's the plan. And I've already worked past a plot point because of a question someone didn't ask, but that I was explaining anyway, so it's working; I'd been hung up on a scene that was dragging and I couldn't seem to cut to the next scene and that's because I didn't know what the other characters, to whom I would cut, were doing. So now I do, so there's that.
My back is killing me. I think it's cramp-related, because it's definitely muscles, but I don't really know for sure. I would like to lie in bed with a heating pad and not think too hard, for a bit, but nobody's making me any offers like that currently, so the current plan is to suck it up and deal.
I think my order of art supplies has been delivered, so when I get home I'm going to try to look at them instead of napping.
But I might nap. I make no promises. I'm sore as hell, guys. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Except maybe some past sins. Fine. Whatever.
And oh I made Dude watch some Buzzfeed Unsolved thanks to this goddamn fantastic introductory article by Siria, and it is... I mean, it's so stupid, nothing ever happens and it's so stupid, but it's so entertaining. It's really entertaining. So there's that, I'm a fan now, though I will probably not become a completist. It fits beautifully into a very specific niche, for me, which is that I am fascinated, as many people are, by creepy paranormal things and also true crimes, and yet I am an entire wimp and a dweeb and cannot handle even the slightest creepy thing because I spend so much of my life alone in a little canvas shack in the woods without even a working door handle and so even just a phrase like "many-limbed horror of the woods" is enough to keep me up all night, thanks, and so if they ever plausibly saw one genuinely creepy thing I would probably expire at some point in the near future.
All y'all who sleep in an actual building with doors and walls and solidly-closed screen windows every single night are really unaware of how great that is, you know? I mean, I love my tiny canvas shack in the woods, it's super cool, but literally, an overzealous cat could murder me in there, let alone a many-limbed horror of the woods or whatever.
(One night I was out there and my car was parked a few feet away, with the keys in it, and at one point, for no reason whatsoever, I rolled over and looked at my car and thought what if I heard the unlock beep go off and then I was up for hours vividly imagining what would happen if I heard that noise way out here in the middle of nowhere, and what I would do. I am a twit.)
(Also when the wind blows, the corner of the roof hits against the wall in a way that sounds almost exactly like something trying to claw its way inside, so that's real restful guys. Yeah no I only watch not-creepy things about creepy things that aren't very creepy.)
A number of assorted packages are in transit to my house, and some are arriving tomorrow and some Friday, and my phone is set to arrive Friday. So. Like. Ughh I want to have it already, and yet. It's going to be a pain in the ass to switch over. And I only realized after I'd decided on it that there is no headphone jack. For fucking real!!! It's not just the iPhone that's doing this. I'm so furious.
But that's how the market is going.
Ugh, fine. I bought a set of bluetooth headphones because honestly I do get the headphone wire wrapped around my neck a disturbing amount. Fine. i'll try it. I bought them with the money I saved by buying the phone off a listing that didn't specify whether it was unlocked or not. (I asked the seller. The seller responded with a little educational essay about what "unlocked" means in this instance. That was not my question, sir, but I am going to assume that you were implying this one is unlocked, because otherwise this answer makes absolutely no sense instead of just almost no sense.)
I am delighted by the response to the Mammoths Novel Thing, and I'm going to answer all those comments a bit later, and probably I'll adopt a schedule where I post weekly on either Sundays or Mondays, most likely, so there'll be a faster second update and then the interval will be normal. So that's the plan. And I've already worked past a plot point because of a question someone didn't ask, but that I was explaining anyway, so it's working; I'd been hung up on a scene that was dragging and I couldn't seem to cut to the next scene and that's because I didn't know what the other characters, to whom I would cut, were doing. So now I do, so there's that.
My back is killing me. I think it's cramp-related, because it's definitely muscles, but I don't really know for sure. I would like to lie in bed with a heating pad and not think too hard, for a bit, but nobody's making me any offers like that currently, so the current plan is to suck it up and deal.
I think my order of art supplies has been delivered, so when I get home I'm going to try to look at them instead of napping.
But I might nap. I make no promises. I'm sore as hell, guys. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Except maybe some past sins. Fine. Whatever.
And oh I made Dude watch some Buzzfeed Unsolved thanks to this goddamn fantastic introductory article by Siria, and it is... I mean, it's so stupid, nothing ever happens and it's so stupid, but it's so entertaining. It's really entertaining. So there's that, I'm a fan now, though I will probably not become a completist. It fits beautifully into a very specific niche, for me, which is that I am fascinated, as many people are, by creepy paranormal things and also true crimes, and yet I am an entire wimp and a dweeb and cannot handle even the slightest creepy thing because I spend so much of my life alone in a little canvas shack in the woods without even a working door handle and so even just a phrase like "many-limbed horror of the woods" is enough to keep me up all night, thanks, and so if they ever plausibly saw one genuinely creepy thing I would probably expire at some point in the near future.
All y'all who sleep in an actual building with doors and walls and solidly-closed screen windows every single night are really unaware of how great that is, you know? I mean, I love my tiny canvas shack in the woods, it's super cool, but literally, an overzealous cat could murder me in there, let alone a many-limbed horror of the woods or whatever.
(One night I was out there and my car was parked a few feet away, with the keys in it, and at one point, for no reason whatsoever, I rolled over and looked at my car and thought what if I heard the unlock beep go off and then I was up for hours vividly imagining what would happen if I heard that noise way out here in the middle of nowhere, and what I would do. I am a twit.)
(Also when the wind blows, the corner of the roof hits against the wall in a way that sounds almost exactly like something trying to claw its way inside, so that's real restful guys. Yeah no I only watch not-creepy things about creepy things that aren't very creepy.)
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Date: 2019-01-02 09:59 pm (UTC)I hadn't realized that deep woods sounds are far, far different than woods/fields on farms sounds.
So anyway. Maybe I won't watch it because I just read that primer and it might be too much for my imagination oh well. The gifs on tumblr always looked funny.
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Date: 2019-01-03 05:02 pm (UTC)I just watched one where they went to "The most haunted nightclub in America" and went down to the creepy basement, looked at a bullet-ridden door, and went into a room that had a well in it that was reputedly where occultists would deposit dead animal sacrifices etc., right? including possibly the head of a murdered woman in like 1894, right?
And it was just...
it was funny. Not disrespectful-funny, but. So Ryan is really A Believer, right? Terrified the whole time, jumping at shadows. Shane startles him badly at one point when in the midst of sitting quietly in a dark room listening for ghosts, he notices and shines a flashlight at a disco ball in the ceiling.
But Ryan perseveres, and declares they're going to each spend two minutes in this dark room, right? the "demon hole" or whatever.
And he ties a rope to himself and asks Shane to pull him out if he screams for help or anything. So Shane stands there, looking goofy, patiently holding a skein of rope under his arm, and at one point gently asks, "Ryan, are you okay?" and when Ryan doesn't answer, genuinely looks concerned.
And it made me realize... this is the thing, they make fun of each other, and Shane really really doesn't believe in any of it and is free with his comments, but he is kind about it. He is kind to Ryan. He understands that it's real for Ryan, and while he mocks him, and occasionally startles him, he really doesn't do it very much, doesn't mess with him beyond an occasional instant, and doesn't ever, ever make fun of him for being easily-startled or constantly terrified. It's such an important line for me.
And all the pictures of the monsters are these charming weird little illustrations. There's nothing graphic at all. It manages to be funny without being disrespectful, you know? Like, mocking the concept, not mocking the people who believe.
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Date: 2019-01-03 05:06 pm (UTC)i like that my yurt is near the highway. i hear highway noises all the time. i know the world is continuing as normal. i hear horns honk and car doors shut sometimes, and i know they're not near me. i hear animals but they're mostly passing by. (Deer freak me out. They have long legs. They walk like big things. Don't like that, no.) I much prefer when I hear the hogs, because they make horrible sci-fi monster noises all night when they're annoyed, and yet, I know what they are and know they're a big deterrent for anything else coming by.
out by the cabin you don't get any of that. i haven't spent a lot of time out there. i think you can hear the little side road, but it's not used much.