I’m real tired because my neighbor had friends over and they were chain smoking, and with the building all closed up for winter, it was seeping into our apartment and kept Caitlin and I up all night, but I still had a really full great day, leaving me very tired at its end… So pardon me if this is written kind of dry, I feel like it is…
Nefarious and I read eighty pages of Goblet of Fire today. The first chapter was great, but the rest of the lead-up (the Quidditch tournament) has been a little dry so I’m looking forward for whatever happens with Voldemort in this one to regain focus. Apparently I am neither a sports fan in real life nor in the literary world of Harry Potter. My brother and I being read to as kids is one of my favorite memories, and it launched me into being a voracious reader, something that has continued until today. If I walk away from the book, Nefarious often picks it up and takes over the reading, and I know it won’t be long before she prefers to curl up somewhere on her own with a book, so I’m enjoying it while it lasts.
I dug up my projector this afternoon and took Nefarious’s drawing of the chipmunk and blew it up to a full size board, and Nefarious wanted to try it out as well, so she drew a picture of some dragons, had me shrink it down on the computer so it fit under the projector, and then used the projector to transfer it onto a sheet of plywood. Yes, it could have just been drawn right onto the wood, but where would have been the fun in that? Tomorrow morning we’re going to paint them together…
BTW, I’ve been seeing lots of Saab Sonett stories lately…
Someone posted a really wonderful comment here lately that they never wanted kids, but that my blog was the first thing that made them reconsider that. I was really happy to hear that, because communicating what an amazing and beautiful experience it continues to be. I’ve never done anything more rewarding and I’ve never done anything that makes me happier, and I’ve never done something more interesting or more challenging. It’s kind of neat to think that this profound experience is so common — I don’t think that I have any special insight, and I don’t think I do anything that any loving parent couldn’t do. I’ve mentioned before that when my divorce started one of the officials involved said that one of us would likely get BME and the other would be paid a settlement and become the primary parent. Not that I became single minded, but I completely prioritized not losing Nefarious, and have never regretted that decision (and I suppose I can take strangely twisted solace that my ex who “won” the BME half of my life is at least working hard to follow in my footsteps and maintain my legacy, and in my name no less, at least for now — not something I could have done… I think I’m far too selfish to dedicating my life to standing in the shadow of my ex, living every day surrounded by their essence, no matter what the financial or ego rewards). Anyway, I’m tired and rambling. Getting back to the main point, I’m really happy the joy is coming across.
That said, I do miss programming from time to time, so I’ve been doing a fair amount of that lately… Most recently I’ve been fiddling with a movie/media manager tool. Its main goal is to automatically download data from IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes, because I can never remember what movies are about from their titles, and also to have the ability to search by various properties. I’m becoming quite good at building full GUI applications that do a lot of harvesting of online data.
Speaking of movies, I recently rewatched the Wild Palms cyberpunk mini-series from the early 90s and it’s just as relevant — and enjoyable — as it was when it first aired. Check it out if you come across it. I’ve also been reading over Nintendo DS homebrew tutorials and think I might give that a whirl. I haven’t written in C for ages, but I feel fairly confident that it wouldn’t be hard, and the basics of the DS look pretty easy to work on.
Aaaaanyway… Not much to say… I’ve been somewhat neglecting the online portion of my life, but is online really life? Maybe it’s best that I keep that trend going. Tomorrow we’ll be painting and reading, and I promised Nefarious that we could take a model airplane that a friend gave us to the park tomorrow. She was flying it around the studio today fairly successfully, so I’m not too worried about it getting lost.
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This was so completely not what I was expecting, the title being projection. I’m envisioning a nasty psychological scene or one that involves vomit. Too much time on the internet, maybe.
I read to all three children, both together and singularly and none of the three share my love of reading but 2 out of three are consumed with creating and listening to music and the last is all over the place. I remain the sole reader in the family. Not to say that Chris never reads, but the difference beign that I must and he occasionaly does.
On BME, no I cannot personally see immersing myself so utterly into something that will always be thought of as being someone elses. Unless it were personal. >:)
i enjoy remembering reading to you as you remember being read to
and so it goes
“but the difference being that I must”
sorry god daughter but you ans your riddle or rather your children learnt exactly what you and chris taught them
they learnt that reading is a duty not a joy and why would they want to read
shannon grew up in a castlehom that was not just filled with books but magazines without number
and adults who loved themselves to read not just read to others
if you ever end up on Sailing Survivor – you are the designated reader – I have lots of books and magazines you can read to us that’s me, mason and dixie
and when you need a rest i can tell you tales till you’re sleeping and dreaming
Ah, you misunderstand, Richard. I dont mean to imply that some outside force impells me to read, only that it’s a compulsion.
Your boat is cold right now!
Elizabeth – either the compulsion is inside or outside and from your viewpoint your compulsion is within.
Be careful AND take an online test for https://psychcentral.com/quizzes/schizophrenia.htm
essentially in an “us or them”
either you are crazy or they are.
the trick is to not know who it is as belief you are or they are is not the ideal
the ideal as always is the
“golden mean”
I said it was cold and the cats are too small to be effective bed warmers and they can’t read me a story.
Any time but now is good. It is after all 73 degrees in St. Thomas so there less the need.
I so know right now how the dinasours felt when the BIG FREEZE arrived without notice.
You scored a total of 4
You have answered this schizophrenia screening in such a way as to suggest that you are not likely currently suffering from schizophrenia or a schizophrenia-related disorder.
Nope, as suspected I am absolutely aware. My senses sound. Clarity is mine. No outside forces control, or really even influence me. I hear no sounds and see no things that others do not and my magical abilities are nothing more than could be developed by anyone.
It’s a three dog week.
There are two kinds of people in the world – crazie and sane -
you have declared yourself sane -
it’s all good but me I am crazie
remember shannon’s bio
son of a repressed aristocrat and an insane oil baron
I was raised by and around crazy. It made me very much appreciate having a strong sense of reality.
I love crazy, am not.
I love reading the comments on your page Shannon, because you never know what direction they’re going to go in!
I too was read to when I was a child, and am now a voracious reader. My only problem (if you could call it that) is I have a tendency to read the same books over and over. I do pick up new ones every few months, but I like re-reading favourites.
ALLAHKAT
Just wait till you start doing that with movies
Blade Runner
Mother Night
Triumph of the Will
Olympia
Gone with the Wind
As God is my witness, I will never go hungry again!
Funny that you mention the point about having kids. I was talking to my girlfriend about two weeks ago and said that one of the things that made me want to have kids was your blog. Then, it made me realize I’ve been reading your blog for… ten years? I’m not sure, I feel as if I remember when it started long ago, though with its many shifts on the web, I have no idea at what point I began.
Thanks for the years of inspiration.
Thanks 778, that means a lot to me.
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