Happiness – A Strafing Run of Links & Things

Trying to write. Failing.

One of the things I have noticed about writers is that we tend to be interested in a bit of everything. Many have held down multiples of jobs, often in varying fields. I think this is because many authors are a touch ADD. Not to say we cannot focus but ….

Ooh…shiny.

But, um.
Well, we tend to get distracted. And the internet has made that distraction  lots easier. I don’t know about other writers but for me? I am often pulled away from my own thoughts by the wormhole of the world wide web.
I will be writing along and back myself into a corner because I don’t have enough information. As a random example, I might need to know about voodoo veves for a story I am writing*. Somehow, just from that wee research, I am now looking at Halloween cupcakes.  Which, of course, leads me on to shrunken apple heads. While I am bopping around there, I see a link for Halloween bathrooms.
It just deteriorates from there. (And that is all on one site.**)

It isn’t just during writing that this sort of thing happens. This morning, as I was going about my normal Facebook/coffee/email routine – I happened across a picture of this amazing sculpture. Which made me recall that Austin has a sculpture garden, Umlauf. I haven’t been in over three years, which is a shame. I really should expose the Girl to more artistic endeavors. Like galleries, museums and such.

I can get sucked into a whirlpool of “OOH!” and “Nifty!” and “Whoa, honey – did you know about?” that lasts for hours. I suppose it isn’t a bad thing. But, thank god I’m not on any sort of deadline.

* – may or may not have actually happened. *shifty eyes*
** – Squidoo?  Is crack for information ho’s. Just sayin’.

Carrot Day

Peeled and ready to be used.Grate, grate, grrrrreat!Brown sugar. And carrots.Carrot, apple and raisin bread.Next up: curried carrot soup!Carrots!
Boil, boil. Toil and trouble.Cauldron boil..Bon, of Chez Bon

In which we cook, a set on Flickr.

Got a great deal on a bunch of carrots. At the end of this, I will have soup and carrot bread…and yet more carrots. Stay tuned.

A new television show, some snark and a bit of eye rolling

While I was browsing around this morning, doing the normal coffee & email-read routine, I came across a site for a new FX TV show called “American Horror Story.” I was intrigued – I love a good horror show –  so off I went to their official site. Psychosexual thriller with a potential supernatural bent, eh? Sounds interesing. Cast looks good, some names that I recognize. Lots of pretty people. And you know, horror TV show.  In October, no less. *

Checking my sanity in at the door, I went to the FB site so I could “like” it and get updates, character information, upcoming episode information, etc., etc. social media ad nauseum, ad infinitum. Then I brainfarted and scrolled down to see what people were saying about it.

Dear god, the stupid. It burns.

*EYE ROLL*


I should know better by now than to read comments. Why on earth do people feel the need to argue in a public space about something that they don’t have any clue about? The show’s not even out yet but some of these higher primates feel that they have the sacred duty to rip it to teensy little pieces.

 

 

In spite of the rampant asininity on the Facebook site, I am still intrigued enough to tune in (or, far more likely, DVR it) and watch the premiere. As I said, I love a good horror show. Especially at this time of the year. If I can’t have pretty foliage and cooler weather, I will have spooky television. I hope that it’s good. I hope that it’s good for more than the first few episodes.
I don’t watch a huge amount of TV – because, for the most part, it sucks. Totally willing to give a new show the benefit of the doubt. History shows, however, that within a season this show will jump the shark.

 

Personally, I’d like to get a few of my more writerly-type friends together and put together a TV show. I am reasonably sure that we could turn out scripts that are at least as good as what one sees now. And, living in Austin, we have access to quite a few** studios. What do you say, writer friends?  Wanna put together something really scary?

 

 

 

*-  (unf, unf, unf)
** – Ok, eight. Eight studios, give or take.