WonkyLemur's mental randomness.

Elizabeth 3.1?

I'm trying to sew some slippers today, for The Pink Slipper Project, because working on the house has kept me from it for too long.  I've been getting frustrated, because I just don't have the table space to comfortably work with fabric.  One of my tables currently has a large hedgehog enclosure on it, true, but the rest is just...crap.

I've dreamed for years of being able to empty my storage unit and have all of my possessions actually within my possession, but now that I have them none of them seem to be relevant any longer.  Things that I was keeping for an apartment/home that I never got to have.  Things that I've just plain outgrown, because they were packed away when I was in my early 20s and I'm now in my mid-30s.  I spent my 20s either homeless or in a single room, so all of these things were put away with dreams of Someday.  Now, Someday is here--sort of--but none of this is of any use to me.

I've been spending the last couple of weeks drudging through the original Dragonlance: Chronicles books.  I still tear up about Sturm and Flint (even though I've read the series several times), but in general I didn't actually enjoy them.  I had to work to get through them.  I'm reading the Legends trilogy now, and...I kinda hate it.  The writing is bad and the character portrayals are juvenile and naive.  I love the Lost Chronicles, the War of Souls, the Dark Disciple.  Love them.  But the early stuff?  The stuff not even written by Weis and Hickman?  I'm tempted to use it for bedding for my rat.

The thing is, I have a lot of Dragonlance books.  Forgotten Realms (mostly Drizzt, which I've already stated I think are crap).  Conan.  Star Trek novelizations, both the original series and TNG.  Dozens of others.  Dozens and dozens of books all told--so many I don't even know the number--and now I wonder how many of them I actually want to keep?  All of these things that I've been paying to store for years, that were cherished in memory, now just taking up space, gathering dust and cat hair because I've outgrown them.

Also all of these art supplies.  All the paints and pastels and canvases and paper and sketchbooks.  The writing materials--the notes and manuscripts and piles of paper and drawers of pens.  I haven't used any of this in any serious way in at least four years.

Do I just pack all of this up again?  Throw it away?  I've always thought these things were involved with who I am.  Now it seems like it was all an important part of who I was but not who I am.  If I jettison all of this, will I be able to let go of the "was" and figure out the "am" and the "will be"?

Beth had a lot of potential, but she was incredibly, tremendously, fatally flawed.  Liz burned away the dross, discovered and tempered the steel.  If Elizabeth no longer needs the things from her past, then the compassion, wisdom, and gratitude she's discovered are more than fair compensation.

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Well that was pretty convoluted.  Welcome to my brain, folks.

Holy crap, a new blog entry.

Been busy doing house things, and getting my studio in fighting trim.  Working on some shirt design ideas for the BMX track where my husband and his brother race, and also plotting some designs for craftsy things to sell.  I'm not expecting some sort of Martha Stewart-like empire to arise from my efforts, but hopefully someone will want to buy some of my happy crappy.

Also, just finished reading The Orc King, and it was just as tiresome as I'd thought it was going to be.  It must be boring to live in a place where everyone is fantastically awesome beyond mortal ken.  Next up will be continuing my re-reading of the Wheel of Time series.  I'm getting it in paperback this time, so if I hate it as passionately as I did before I won't have wasted as much money.  When I went through Eye of the World again, I was cool with it.  That chick with the braid didn't annoy me nearly as much this time; I remember wanting her to just diediedie that last time I read the series, and there wasn't any of that.  Don't get me wrong--I have a great deal of respect for an author who can create such an epic, and keep everything consistent.  I can't imagine the filing cabinets of notes Robert Jordan must have left behind.  However, as much as I enjoyed his Conan novels, I just could not enjoy Wheel of Time.  It seemed like there were pages and pages and pages of absolutely nothing at all, all of the female characters were batshit insane, and none of the characters had any ability to have any sort of insight whatsoever into another being.  There were some things that I enjoyed, but mostly I had wanted that time back, and to slap the cute bookstore boy who'd suggested the series to me.  Maybe it will go down easier this time?  After all, I used to love Salvatore and Piers Anthony and now I can't stand them--maybe something I used to hate won't be so bad to me now.

Witty commentary powers, activate!

Still no heat, though the heating guy should be coming back this afternoon with the part we need to fix things.  Also, my husband removed about a 3-month-old kitten's worth of hair from inside my machine, and things seem to be working.  For now.  I'm still not convinced that the new components aren't responsible for my wacky WarCraft connection issues.  My intarwebz seem to be working fine otherwise.  Well, I should probably be cutting down on my gaming, anyway.

Finished reading A Kiss of Shadows last night, and can honestly say that I enjoyed the book.  I have a few of the series that I ordered when I was still a fan of the Anita Blake books, but didn't read them after the Anita Blake books degenerated into a whole lot of nothing.  I was quite frankly afraid to waste more of my time.  But someone mentioned that the books, while still some good smut, weren't full of the angsty bullshit that the Blake novels were filling up with so I thought I'd give them a try.  If I can find where the other installments are in my storage unit, I'll gladly continue the series.  The Merry Gentry series seems like good fun so far.

Last night the husband and I watched the latest Mummy movie, Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.  Oh.  Em.  Gee.  We had to open the windows and light some candles, that movie stank so bad.  The first movie, in my opinion, was pretty friggin' cool.  The second, not so much--but I forgave it because Oded Fehr is the definition of smokin' hot, I liked the design of the Anubis army, and the pygmy mummies were amusing.  TotDE, though...holy shit.  There were some amusing moments, and of course the effects were good, but I'm pretty sure the only way to really enjoy this movie is to be falling-down drunk.  What happened to make the O'Connells fall apart as a family?  I'm pretty sure the events of the second movie should have been a damned good family bonding experience.  What the hell happened to Alex's British accent?  Did he leave it in his other pants?  The one good thing I can say is that the actress plaing Evie did an excellent job of having the same vocal inflections as Rachel Weisz's portayal, keeping something consistent with the character.  Oh, and I did like the costuming for the immortal ladies.  But mainly I just want to scrub my brain with soap and a stiff brush to get this turd out of my head.