Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Calling All Whovians

image from: http://www.bbc.co.uk/

So, then.  Whovians, I call to you for aid.  I've seen a lot of rumble over the past year about Doctor Who.  I thought, what is this show about eh? (I'm Canadian now, it's official.  Only we don't actually say eh here in Quebec.  It'd be something more like, maudit).  Anyways, I've been interested in checking it out so I watched a Christmas special I found on Netflix.  That was cool.  I'd definitely like to see more.  But when I researched (i.e. Googled and checked in Wikipedia) I found a hell of a lot of information and a list of the different doctors - it seems there are 11 so far.  But what I couldn't figure out, is how to watch it from beginning to end.  The DVD's offered by the BBC are in series and then there are a lot of other DVD's with show titles but it's very difficult to figure out how to go about watching from the first doctor and seeing the shows in the right sequence.  Now, maybe I'm looking at it all wrong.  Maybe if I just watch series 1 through 7 it covers all 11 doctors?  You tell me.  Is it worth it to go back all the way to the first doctor and watch them sequentially or should I just watch the newer ones?  I'm looking for a little guidance.  Give a newbie some of your deep Whovian wisdom.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Pins for the Week

I have not been able to finish the poem for last week.  In fact, it's barely started.  But, I have hope it will get there.  I will post a video up whenever that happens.  In the meantime, I have some more geeky Pins from this last week for you:


What do you Unicorns believe in? Chewbacca's first day of school,  a song sung in Klingon, Vader is afraid of spiders, HP Lovecraft inspired chandeliere, and more

Tomorrow, I'll be ruminating about being one of the last remaining geeks who hasn't seen Doctor Who.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Dust on my Floor


I'm having one of those times when reading the news and the internet buzz is bringing me down.  Way down.  Sometimes I begin to think I'd rather not belong to the human race.  Or more realistically, I'd like to go some place and hide from it all.  But then none of that is truly realistic.

I'm a rather susceptible person.  I easily engage in stories, movies, plays.  When the real world closes in on me, my emotions feel like a poison spreading through every nerve.  It doesn't take much when the things I'm reading about or watching have actually happened.  I am astounded at the capacity of humans for so much base cruelty and violence.  I'm equally disturbed by the retributive attitude that often waves through a society after some violent act.  It's a vicious cycle.

I'm not one to judge anyone.  I'm just one.  That's it.  But I can't help feeling that any gleefully hateful attitude is wrong, whether it feels justified or not.  Do I think that perpetrators of violent acts should be forgiven easily or simply loved and everything will be better?  Of course not.  But when a nation in grief stands up and cheers because the perpetrator has been killed, I'm sickened.  I think the whole of it is sad.  The beginning, the hate and killing, and the end.

On top of all that, there is talk of how we engage in fervor about an event, when our patriotism or our awareness hones in on the event and then it wanes easily.  People cast judgement on those that 'move on' too quickly.  Frankly, we have to move on at some point.  Does it mean we forget?  No.  Does it mean we don't care?  No.  But if we live wallowing in the aftermath of terrorism, terrorism wins.  What is a proper amount of time before we go back to life?  That's a question only each individual can answer because grief and shock affect each person differently.

Instead of celebrating the death of someone, or judging people for moving forward, or judging people for not moving forward, or whatever other negative, judgemental action we could take, I wish we could try to understand.  That's all.  Try to understand why someone would or could do something so awful.  Try to understand why we react in our different ways.  Try to understand where to go from here and how to hold on to our beliefs, our freedoms and our sense of community without shutting out any sector of that community.

The 24 hour news coverage, the network's attempts at deep philosophical analysis, the easily flying accusations, the fear of a segment of our society, all these things feel like an anvil pushing me deeper into muddy ground that I cannot escape.  I'm sick of politics, I'm sick of hate.  I'm tired.  I'm tired of feeling that my roots are poison because I come from a nation that many other nations hate.  I'm tired of feeling that I have to stand on the right or the left and that if I do, I'm required to hate anyone standing on the opposite side as me.  I'm tired of being hated for standing anywhere.

It doesn't matter who I voted for or who you voted for.  It doesn't matter in the end because I'm still just like you no matter what I believe.  I'm a person, I need to work, support my family, raise my children, live in a neighborhood, go to school, buy groceries, eat, sleep, defecate, wake up, wear clothes, make love to my lover, meet up with my family, uphold a support system for my friends and family knowing that they do the same for me, rake the leaves from my yard, sweep the dust from my floor.  It comes down to that really.  The dust on my floor has no idea whether I'm liberal or conservative or somewhere in between, it sits there all the same until I clean it up.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Giant Monkeys Agree: Batman Misbehaved and Spring was Drunk

What?

Well, yeah.  Check it out.  Click on the picture below and you'll be whisked away to a magical land called Pinterest board, Week of April 15, 2013:


In other news, there's stuff happening all over the world.

And on Friday, rumor has it, there may be a poem here containing the word:  STICK.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Poetry Friday - Boots

I have a poem!  I have a poem!





Songs Rarely Known

She was born with her rainboots on
and wandered out from the womb
never glancing back.
She tromped through the milestones
and splashed the delight of her mother
with brown and oozing mud.
She collected forest trinkets to line her
seasons with.
But every now and then
she staid her feet to lay in breezes
and play stare with time.
She always won.
She sang, but never to the birds
and never with the sweetest voice that grew
from an acorn to an oak.
She sang off-key the songs rarely known
leaving the creatures in her wake
but she didn't mind,
she sang to the stars as
they leaned in closer and strained to catch
the call of this wild thing crowned in matted hair,
laced with fallen leaves.



If you've made something for Poetry Friday this week, feel free to leave a link in the comments!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

How Long?

I must have at least three or four weeks worth of pins.  I've been absent from this place during my immersion in editing.  I can see now why authors say they get sick of their book.  I have edited so much that I am waning in love for the tale.  However, this tedium, the fixing and refixing, is necessary.  In any case, that leads me to these pins I've been collecting.  I'd like to share them with you.

for the Week of April 8th
(Come on in and see a Death Star firepit, a sassy grandfather clock, a flying spaghetti monster ornament, Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra - if you get this I love you, and instructions for dancing Thriller.)


for the Week of April 1st

(Here you will find a LEGO Bob Ross - oh yes!, a steampunk bird, Alfred Hitchcock and some rather menacing birds, Firefly art, a Boba Fett KitchenAid and even some beachy coastal art.)


for the Week of March 26th
(Whose life would be complete without seeing Star Wars yoga, a frozen bubble, or Stormtrooper love? No, then how about a kitten, everyone loves kittens.)



for the Week of March 18th

(LEGO gangsters, pencil art, The Dude t-shirt, a firefly tattoo and a crime scene beach towel, to name a few goodies in this one.)


for the Week of March 11th
(Here you will find a little LEGO naughtiness, an anatomically correct heart necklace, a black unicorn and the comfiest couch you've ever seen.)

I was wrong.  It was five weeks worth.  Huh.

While I've got you here, would you like a word for Poetry Friday?  Ok.  How about BOOTS?
See you there!

Monday, April 15, 2013

I Cringed, I Enjoyed, I Empathized in a Weird Way and Mostly I Appreciated My Life

Image from www.imdb.com
I recently watched this documentary titled The Queen of Versailles by Virginia Nebab.  It's an interesting look at wealth and how it can change people, and how losing it can do the same.  It follows the Siegel family, whose riches came from time share condo sales.  David Siegel was called the Time Share King because he started the whole craze and made billions off of it.  But when the current recession came crashing in, and housing values dropped out of the sky, and banks were calling in loans, they stopped giving him the loans to finance people he sells the time shares to on top of which they called in his loans especially those of the 'Westgate Towers' he built in Las Vegas.  When they did this, he lost pretty much everything.  He lost the towers and held on to his business by the skin of his teeth.

In the beginning of the documentary, he and his wife were building the largest house in America measuring in at somewhere around 90,000 square feet.  They had designed it after the palace of Versailles, providing the film's title.  Once the market dropped, they of course had to stop building it.  They were half way done at the time.  They tried to sell it for $75 million but given the economy and the number of people able to buy at that price, they of course did not sell.  The bank tried to foreclose on them.  Last I was able to find out, they still own it.  He somehow managed to stay the foreclosure.  The house embodied their lifestyle at the time the film began: ostentatious, jet-setting and full of the toys of the wealthy.  These things, I really wouldn't begrudge them.  Having a private jet, house cleaners, a nice big house (not the 90k sq ft one though), fancy cars etc, really aren't something to judge someone for.  They had the money, they used it.  As would anyone, myself included though I would hope a bit more reasonably.  But where they came across wrong is in their complete over-the-top, excessiveness and cluelessness about the world around them.  When they could no longer keep most of their staff on, they had to clean the house themselves, only they really didn't know how to and watching the film you see a degeneration of their living conditions which made me squeamish.  It was obvious that without the people they'd been so used to taking care of things before they even noticed them, they couldn't function.  Jackie, David's wife, tries to 'cut back' by shopping for Christmas at Walmart but ends up buying 5 or 6 carts full of stuff for their 10 person family.  I think the most striking image in that whole sequence for me was that she bought a brand new bicycle for one of her children and as she, her nanny and housekeeper were carrying all that stuff into the house, they passed through the garage which was literally littered with dozens of bicycles (I'm serious there were at least 30).  What would one more bicycle really mean to that child?  In fact, none of those toys really meant anything other than something wrapped in paper.  Once it was opened, it was nothing more than a thing amongst a jungle of things.  It was sad.

When they were faced with this hardship, David began crumpling under the stress and being grumpy and somewhat mean to his wife and family.  On the other hand, in spite of her cluelessness, Jackie stuck by her man, defended him and put in a valiant effort to muster her family together.  I was impressed.  She may have had her issues, but I had to respect that she had a great attitude.  Not getting the new house she so much wanted?  She was not only willing to consider moving into something even smaller than where they currently were (a 26,000 square foot home), but she appeared genuinely grateful to have whatever they did have, knowing that so many of the people who had worked for their company were laid off and without money at all.  She started a thrift shop mostly from her own things to help people, most of whom were former employees.  Don't get me wrong, I was disgusted at her continuing to have plastic surgery done in spite of the fact that she was mostly comprised of fake parts already and her spending with hardly any thought to reining things in, or that she and her kids went about their house littered in dog sh*t without even bothering to pick any of it up.

This film affected me in a way I hadn't expected.  I felt truly sad for this family even though it would seem there was really nothing to be sad for, given they had all that money and squandered a great deal of it, that didn't change the fact that Jackie and her kids were not bad people.  I even suspect her husband, David is not so bad either.  Anyone would react to that much stress.  His son who worked for him in the company I had no respect for.  He spoke about the people they were selling time shares to as 'moochers' and 'greedy' because they would come into those stupid speals for the free offers.  First of all, his company offered those freebies knowing they were going to sucker a great proportion of people into buying something they not only couldn't afford but didn't need.  He came across as a complete jerk and hypocrite.  But I digress.  The other effect came in that I found myself feeling grateful for everything I have because even in our broken down little house, with our rusty little put-put car, we have a strong marriage, great kids and an appreciation of living within our means.  I would love to be able to fix this house or better yet buy a nicer one, have nice cars, take wonderful trips, all the things we wish for when we think of having extra money, but in the end, I already have everything I need and love.

I highly recommend watching this film.