Usually when I think of Steampunk makers, I envision people building things like ornate keyboards, or corsets with light–up buttons, or possibly mechanical claws that dispense exact change. I don't see a lot of people doing things on an automotive scale, which always surprised me, considering the car culture that pervades much of the United States. Oh, sure, there are a few things, like the Golden Mean (http://formandreform.com/wordpress/?page_id=388) the glorious Snail Art Car, and certainly, one can make an argument that after the Neverwas Haul (http://www.obtainiumworks.net/neverwas-haul/), anything else would be second best.
Ah, December. That lovely time of year when you’re already getting tired of Christmas music because they started playing it in stores a full month ago.
Well, you’re not going to escape it here. I love Christmas!
But, you will be getting some of the odder music,
let’s face it,
I’m not normal.
Nuttin’ For Christmas:
Leroy the Redneck Reindeer:
Alright, now that you’ve suffered through my Mirth and Music Monday offerings, hop on over to ReGi McClain’s blog to see what she put together this week.
Today’s activities came to a screeching halt before they had even gotten started.
We got out of bed this morning to find that six inches of snow had fallen over night.
We were ready for, like, two inches.
Then the snow plow thing came by, and gave us a very nice two foot wall of snow at the end of our driveway. So thoughtful. That’s exactly what we wanted. How did you know?
So a couple of phone calls were made, and a snow day was in effect.
Those are great when you have things clearly lined up for a day stuck home. Today however my mind had been all ready for running around and getting half a dozen things done.
To compensate, however, I got to spend a ton of time reading another book in this absorbing series. A lot of fun, but hardly what I would call an accomplishment. Oh, well.
What a voice. :D
In the midst of the day, I also came across an interesting video about how long it takes to become competent at a new thing. Turns out that ten thousand hour thing has been twisted out of it’s original context over the last several years.
Watch this if you have the time. If not, I’ll understand… sort of. ;)
Seriously, it is just about twenty minutes long, so don’t feel bad if you don’t have the time right now.
If you’re worried about it being boring, don’t be. He’s pretty entertaining.
If you could learn something in forty-five minutes a day
for about a month, what would you try?
If I had the resources: Tango, piano, Italian, belly dancing, Tongsu Do, how to chop veggies up really, really fast!
Here are the more notable parts of my last several days.
Wednesday: Spent time with family, changed the cat litter at my parents’ house. (Eew. Thankfully mom has a gas mask. :D )
Thursday: Met with our protege, toured the third potential office, I helped the parents with a project, had a teleconference Encourage Meant Group meeting, spent some time editing my huaband’s first 90 pages (double spaced).
Friday: We ran some errands, I took my youngest sister and her two little ones to the museum to see Santa, and grandma; spent more time editing Lonnie’s first 90 pages.
Now I know that I have accomplished more than this in a similar time period in the past. So why does it feel so exhausting?
Perhaps it’s because the wind has been strange lately and smoke has been going the wrong way in the chimney several times a day. My throat and lungs are a little tired, and my eyes are just so sleepy.
Maybe it’s because I’m reading a type of book that’s really not my normal fare (genre). The story is also very engrossing, and the plot just rips along. Some of this tiredness might just be in sympathy for the main character.
It could be the hours we have been keeping. All this paperwork and research can be done at almost any hour of the day. We have been pushing later and later into the night. Not getting to bed until I can barely navigate through the house without walking into a wall. Not good.
Then there’s the fact that I have been changing my diet. Getting rid of a lot of my sugar intake, and cutting back on simple carbohydrates. It’s going to take a couple weeks to start feeling better, and to get over these sugar cravings. (cookies!!!)
Whatever it is, I plan on sticking with my diet, finishing reading the series, and getting more sleep.
Wish me luck!
And now for something that always makes me feel calm and strangely invigorated.
I have always been a fan of outstanding web series, mostly because I'm amazed at what can be accomplished on an independent budget with no film or television restrictions, like Mortal Kombat: Legacy 2.
Just yesterday, I stumbled across The Sky High City of SteamPuff from Steelehouse and am thoroughly impressed with this steampunk-inspired animated web series. Judging by the amount of views this video has amassed in the past three weeks, this web series need a lot more attention, so please help them get the word out!
I think that life, this week, has been a little too serious for me. So I’m going to have a little fun before all the meetings and phone calls lined up for the rest of today.
I hope you have as much fun watching and listening to this as I did.
I love the music from all the Charlie Brown movies and specials. :)
The Charlie Brown theme song is actually on my list of songs to learn to play when I can afford lessons.
Alright, time to go out and conquer this day!
Please take me away
Away from here
I’ve been thinking too hard
To the point of tears
It’s all so exciting
And overwhelming and scary
I wonder if I can do it
To pull it off
Make it work
The road is not clear
The path is not set
No sheet of instructions
No list of to do’s
When I am not elated
I feel like I’m drowning
In over my head
So eager to fly
But wanting a net
These feelings are so contrary
They are opposites
Yet merry bedfellows
The one is rarely without the other
Excitement and fear
Today was fear
Tomorrow, who knows?
There is a conspiracy out there, I tell ya. A cabal of ruthless, black-minded villains put in overtime this week to keep me from writing. They're cagey, these evil-doers. At every turn, they construct a barrier, obstacle, or canyon, so deep and wide that I have no choice, but to retreat and do their bidding.
I know it is a conspiracy because only an organized effort could appear so innocent.
Here it is another Monday. Full of appointments, phone calls, and a schedule to keep.
But before we get too busy running around, let’s have a little fun, shall we?
First we have the mirth:
Then we have the music:
If you want to see more Mirth and Music Monday, or if you would like to play along with us, hop on over to ReGi McClain’s blog. She has a bug-eyed blue froggy at the top right of her page. Click on that happy linky to be taken to the list of bloggers participating this week.
“Brad, what’s gotten into you? I haven’t seen you order so much food since your 8th grade girlfriend turned out to be your second cousin.”
“Man, you would not believe the week I’ve had.”
“Alright, I got a parking ticket on Monday.”
“I believe it. You’re terrible at remembering to put money in the meter.”
“Well, Tuesday my mother called and seemed to think I had come down with some sort of horrible disease. It took me an hour to convince her I wasn’t on my deathbed.”
“She always over-reacts, and you don’t call her enough.”
“You may shrug at that, but then on Wednesday my landlord came over and handed me a twenty-four hour notice of inspection. I had to hire someone to come in and clean the place that evening just so I wouldn’t get evicted.”
“Your place is a pig stye.”
“Ha. Not any more. What really stank was finding a contractor who would agree to work silently that night to fix the holes in the wall from when Becky moved out.”
“That one was your own fault. It’s one thing to break up with someone. It’s another to tell her in the very same breath that you’re already involved with her best friend.”
“We weren’t that involved.”
“She moved in the next week.”
“That’s not cool, man.”
“Uh-huh. What happened Thursday?”
“Oh. Thursday my boss calls me in and tells me he’s putting me on administrative leave ‘pending a review of my discretionary spending practices’.”
“Ouch. How long is that going to take?”
“He told me it might be in my best interest if I started brushing up my resume.”
“That’s harsh. Is there any way to appeal that?”
“Oh, it gets better. Friday morning I get a letter that says the city has begun garnishing my wages for all the parking tickets I have piled up. Then, oh yes, there’s more, then that afternoon my boss called to tell me they received a notice about the garnishment and they had decided that it’s not worth the hassle. I had to drive down that same day and pick up the box of my stuff.”
“They decided that awfully fast. What are you going to do?”
“What can I do? I’ve got to find another job A.S.A.P. or I’ll be out on the streets by the end of next month.”
“That’s all the savings you have?”
“I’ve always been more of a live in the moment kind of guy.”
“Hey, it’s worked so far.”
“Dude, you really have had a horrible week.”
“That’s not all of it.”
“That’s not…? Wow.”
“Nope. Friday night my girlfriend came home all kinds of angry because she’d found out about Dizzy.”
“Dizzy? You mean my sister? That Dizzy?”
“Calm down, man, it wasn’t anything serious.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong.”
“It’s not that important. Just a one time thing.”
“Oh. One time. As long as we’re talking about one time things, let’s talk about the one time I flagged down a meter maid on Monday. Or about the one time I called you mom on your phone and told her you had pneumonia. Then there was the one time I slipped an envelope under your landlord’s door with photos of your place and the only note was your apartment number scrawled on the back of every single one of them. Of course, you should know about the one time I emailed your company thanking them for the lobster dinner you paid for with the company credit card last month. And I may or may not have one time texted a couple of photos from your phone to your girlfriend.
But those were just one time things.
The rest of it was just your own bad karma catching up with you.”
“I. I have a heartbroken little sister, have had it up to here with your frat boy routine, am done helping you clean up your messes, and am moving across the country in the morning. Have fun paying for your half of the dinner check.”