sam's making me listen to a swing orchestral version of the bond theme, this doesn't bode well

[foxtongue]

Does anyone know if the Livejournal Feed for We Make Money Not Art?

I feel lit by the fall-out from my computer screen even when I'm on the bus. It's how I haven't been writing. The result is a litany in my head of things to write, moments to mention; the man in front of me with the fleshy ears and the Orson Wells voice who, when I looked back from the doors to see what he looked like, had lips flecked with foam, or the person at the party whose business partner had bitten out his girlfriend's eye or how the mail delivery woman has, unsolicited, lent me her favourite novel. I've simply been too busy, though in a vague sort of way. I haven't set aside any time for self-care. My room is a clutter of other people's DVD's, other people's clothes, other people's books. My laundry is threatening to implode, to cede from the country, to sprout new tendrils of species, to metamorph from silk and lace into sweat-pants and ugly knit sweaters made of reconstituted newspaper clippings of uninteresting murders. I even have dirty dishes. Only a few cups and possibly one crusty fork, but an obscenely slacker sort of thing for someone who never manages to cook a meal when single.

Watch this.

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[jason0x21.livejournal.com]

wmmna_feed

knew it had to exist

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Number of readers: 8?? What a crime!

Re: knew it had to exist

[jason0x21.livejournal.com]

Now it's one more. If LJ didn't make these things damn hard to search for, it'd be much more fun to browse them.

Re: knew it had to exist

[jason0x21.livejournal.com]

Oh, and thanks for the Bulding Link, parts of me go in those, too.

[zenostortoise.livejournal.com]

I once calculated how long it would take me to lose enough weight to fit into my kid brother's clothing just to avoid doing laundry. He has an entire wardrobe of 33 inch pants...if I could just hold off for another few weeks, I wouldn't have to do laundry for a month!

Once things get gross, they only get grosser. Kipple, as PKD would call it, has an event horizon and once you reach it, there's no hope. I can keep things clean for a while, but once they git dirty...well, it's all downhill from there.

Last week I drank seven cups of coffee and cleaned my room from top to bottom. It doesn't seem like it should be a big deal, but after doing that, it seems like everything in my life got a little lighter.

Obviously, my advice is to write things. Take a notebook everywhere. Writing on the computer is...different. It usually comes out better, sure, but it doesn't give the same satisfaction and sense of release. Almost everything I write is first written in a spiral-bound notebook, then revised in the process of being typed up. The bonus of notebooks is that you can write on buses, in traffic, in fast food restaurants, in secret ninja dens, in alternate universes, in movie theaters, in state aquariums...wherever you want.

I think everyone should write all the time. Of course, I'm a bit biased on that front.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Tonight after dinner with my friend David, I'm going home and attacking the bed-station. It truly needs a going over, not having to shove piles of books out of the way to go to sleep will be nice. Having clothes to choose from to match the weather will be extra-nice, as the rain has come back again, and the city is slithering in a thick heap of cold rain and warm humidity that defeats layers and freezes t-shirts.

AH sigh. I do carry books with me. one for reading and one for writing at all times. It's just that I've found that typing works so much better. I'm realizing that I actually do need to set aside Time At My Own Computer every couple of days, to process pictures and all the links piling up. I'm glad you write. It makes me happy.

8, 8, I forget what 8 was for.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

I liked the 'we make money not art' feed. That invisible maze is awesome. And yes, I know what you mean about not writing for a little while and having it all back up in a phone of experiences to write down in your head. Experiencing cool things and not sharing them is what everyone on the planet does every day. It's what makes us special and what makes every single death a tragedy. Like Roy Batty said in the end of Blade Runner, "All these moments will be lost. Like tears....in rain." I can feel myself getting obsessive sometimes with the need to share. The jury's still out on whether or not that's a bad thing. Some stuff is good to keep for yourself. But you know that.

Re: 8, 8, I forget what 8 was for.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

I believe I may be a little on the drunk side. A 'phone of experiences'? What the hell what did I mean by that?

Re: 8, 8, I forget what 8 was for.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

I used to love the idea of having more arms. Those parents will probably cut the child's arm off. As mine would have if I were born with more arms than normal. As I probably would if my child had more arms than normal. But still. Wouldn't it be awesome?

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I can't help but think of painting the child wild colours and relaesing him onto the world as an indian diety.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Totally. Shiva had a child with a mortal.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

are your "weapons" going to get across the border?

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

My 'weapons' are maybe going to make across the border. They will let me know in the next five to six weeks.
Bloody governments. I understand what they're saying and they probably have a huge workload but I mean I'm here for them, y'know what I mean? I'll file the spikes down. I just want to see them! I just want to try them on once and take some pictures. Ah well. We'll see. They definitely won't be here in time for the masque. Boooooo.

[kindelingboy.livejournal.com]

How did the duck go?

[(Anonymous)]

Quack!

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Duck always goes well.

It's practically a rule.

[silver-notebook.livejournal.com]

wmmna and the building blog seem both full of all sorts of tasty things: thank you. Also, you could ask for all your laundry to be done for you as a birthday present from friends who care but have more time than money.
By the way, belated Happy Birthday.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

It's not that I don't have the quaters all lined up and ready to slot into the machine. in fact, that's possibly the only money iI have right now the way my work's been scrambling my pay, but it's that I have been persistantly not home for long enough periods of time.

[silver-notebook.livejournal.com]

I realised it was a time not money issue: that's why I thought that anyone who was wondering what Jhayne wants for her birthday and has no idea, 'JHAYNE WANTS ALL HER WASHING DONE - she even has a little stash of quarters waiting to go in the machine.'
pity this is at the end of an older post, otherwise you might have had a little queue of local LJ people outside your flat when you got home, all competing to be the one to give you such a beautiful birthday present.

How terrifying.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I can imagine perhaps a small group of boys who I may or may not have ever heard of, who would have nicknames like 'wart' and I would not under any circumstances be glad they had my address. *grins*

Aaagh.

[silver-notebook.livejournal.com]

Doesn't bare thinking about. If you wore knickers they'd be stuffing them up their sleeves as they sneaked out of the room.
Laundry can only be trusted to those you either know and trust terrible well or have little contact with at all.

& then there's the fact tht boys frequently shrink girlclothes in the dryer

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

As if, because of the luandry situation, I wasn't in danger of running out of them already!