Day 16 - a song that makes you cry.
Lots of songs get me emotional. The Take That song "Rule the World" from the movie "Stardust" which was mine and Neil's second date/first day. "As Long As You're Mine" from Wicked, which is a song I share with a very good, very important friend I'm no longer in contact with and who I miss very much. "For Good" from Wicked, which is one of mine and Jen's songs.
But they only make me cry if I'm already feeling low and emotional. The only song that actually makes me cry is "Old Rugged Cross." I'm not a religious person, but it was played at my Grandfather's funeral a few years ago. I never considered myself particularly close to him, but after a lot of family issues, when he died it was hard. Being at the funeral was hard too. I was feeling very lonely, and my sister was there with her boyfriend, and my mum had her sisters, and... it was a bad day. At the wake I texted my father to tell him I was at grandad's funeral and that I loved him (this was after a hundred years or so of us not talking). He replied that it was "reciprocated". The whole day was horrendous. And this song still makes me cry.
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30 Day Meme - Day 15
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Day 15 - a fanfic
I haven't read any fanfiction in years. Partly because I nearly always end up reading the more risque stuff, which works as well as porn for me. I'm trying not to think too much about that kind of thing at the moment, what with my visits with Neil being incredibly sporadic.
In general though, I think fanfiction is a wonderful invention. I guess it must have been around before the internet, but possibly not shared quite as much. Isn't the internet wonderful? My favourite thing about the internet is the same as my favourite thing about New York City. Anything you can think of, any combination of anything at all, can be found there somewhere. This applies especially to fanfiction. Any book, tv series, film, cartoon, comic, etc. that you can think of, you can find fanfiction for somewhere on the internet. And if, by some slim, infintesimal chance you can't find it, then you can write it. The delight of the internet means you can write it and publish it and hundreds of thousands of people can search for it and find it and read it.
Have I written any fanfiction? Well, I tend to think fanfiction an awful lot. The number of fantasies I've had about Clark Kent, or the guys from Supernatural, or the grown-up Harry Potter characters, of the Buffy Scooby-Gang. But when I try to write them down afterwards, they just aren't as good as my fantasy was. Somewhere though, I do have a book which has the beginnings of a Harry Potter fanfiction. It's meant to be a novel, and I started it before book seven came out. I have a plot drafted out, and I even have chapter titles. Unfortunately I only have about three hundred words of the actual book. It's been sidelined, along with everything else I've ever started writing, when the writer's block kicked in. One day I'll get back to it. I'll probably publish it when I'm 90, if I ever make it that far.
I haven't read any fanfiction in years. Partly because I nearly always end up reading the more risque stuff, which works as well as porn for me. I'm trying not to think too much about that kind of thing at the moment, what with my visits with Neil being incredibly sporadic.
In general though, I think fanfiction is a wonderful invention. I guess it must have been around before the internet, but possibly not shared quite as much. Isn't the internet wonderful? My favourite thing about the internet is the same as my favourite thing about New York City. Anything you can think of, any combination of anything at all, can be found there somewhere. This applies especially to fanfiction. Any book, tv series, film, cartoon, comic, etc. that you can think of, you can find fanfiction for somewhere on the internet. And if, by some slim, infintesimal chance you can't find it, then you can write it. The delight of the internet means you can write it and publish it and hundreds of thousands of people can search for it and find it and read it.
Have I written any fanfiction? Well, I tend to think fanfiction an awful lot. The number of fantasies I've had about Clark Kent, or the guys from Supernatural, or the grown-up Harry Potter characters, of the Buffy Scooby-Gang. But when I try to write them down afterwards, they just aren't as good as my fantasy was. Somewhere though, I do have a book which has the beginnings of a Harry Potter fanfiction. It's meant to be a novel, and I started it before book seven came out. I have a plot drafted out, and I even have chapter titles. Unfortunately I only have about three hundred words of the actual book. It's been sidelined, along with everything else I've ever started writing, when the writer's block kicked in. One day I'll get back to it. I'll probably publish it when I'm 90, if I ever make it that far.
30 Day Meme - Day 14
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Day 14 - A Non-Fictional Book
Here's a nice non-fictional book...
It's called "Zombie Felties: How to Raise 16 Gruesome Felt Creatures from the Undead" by Nicola Tedman and Sarah Skeate, and it's meant to be winging its way to me. Although apparently it was shipped sometime last week, but it's not here yet. Neither is this one...
"Felties: How to Make 18 Cute and Fuzzy Friends" by Nelly Pailloux.
Both of them are books on how.. well how to make felties. And I want to get started already!!! Stupid unreliable Royal Mail. Curse you!!!
Here's a nice non-fictional book...
It's called "Zombie Felties: How to Raise 16 Gruesome Felt Creatures from the Undead" by Nicola Tedman and Sarah Skeate, and it's meant to be winging its way to me. Although apparently it was shipped sometime last week, but it's not here yet. Neither is this one...
"Felties: How to Make 18 Cute and Fuzzy Friends" by Nelly Pailloux.
Both of them are books on how.. well how to make felties. And I want to get started already!!! Stupid unreliable Royal Mail. Curse you!!!
30 Day Meme - Day 13
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Day 13 - A Fictional Book
(Let's just ignore the fact that there's been a 20 day gap between Days 12 and 13.)
Okay, a fictional book. I read a lot. Not as much as I'd like, because it's hard to read while crafting, and I craft a lot too. I tend to read mostly in the bath, or while on buses.
I have a lot of books. 433 of them. Not all of them fictional, but mostly. And I haven't actually gotten around to reading many of them. I tend to follow serieseses, and when a new book comes out I'll buy that, even though I haven't caught up with the rest of the series yet. And because I'm reading so many series at the same time, I get way behind. It doesn't help, of course, that when a new book comes out after a long break, I have to re-read the rest of the series to catch up. Which is the situation I find myself in at the moment.
Recently the new Artemis Fowl book came out. Artemis Fowl is a series of children's books by Eoin Colfer about an evil boy-genius and elfs/fairies/centaurs, etc. It's very cool. The new book is the seventh one, and it's been two years since the sixth book was released. I haven't read them in that time, so although I know the general plot, I needed my memory refreshing. So I have to re-read books one through six. I brought the new book a couple of weeks ago, but I've lent it to Cayden (who also reads the series). He's more likely to read it before I get to it. I'm only on book two.
I want to read it. I want to read the two latest Discworld books. I want to finish the Harry Dresden series that I'm only three books into. I want to read all the Jeffery Deaver books I've collected but haven't read yet. I want to read the hundred or so other books I get but never get round to reading. But I also have waayyy too many crafting projects to finish, a few hundred gigabytes of TV shows and movies to watch...
It's a very good thing I don't have a job.
(Let's just ignore the fact that there's been a 20 day gap between Days 12 and 13.)
Okay, a fictional book. I read a lot. Not as much as I'd like, because it's hard to read while crafting, and I craft a lot too. I tend to read mostly in the bath, or while on buses.
I have a lot of books. 433 of them. Not all of them fictional, but mostly. And I haven't actually gotten around to reading many of them. I tend to follow serieseses, and when a new book comes out I'll buy that, even though I haven't caught up with the rest of the series yet. And because I'm reading so many series at the same time, I get way behind. It doesn't help, of course, that when a new book comes out after a long break, I have to re-read the rest of the series to catch up. Which is the situation I find myself in at the moment.
Recently the new Artemis Fowl book came out. Artemis Fowl is a series of children's books by Eoin Colfer about an evil boy-genius and elfs/fairies/centaurs, etc. It's very cool. The new book is the seventh one, and it's been two years since the sixth book was released. I haven't read them in that time, so although I know the general plot, I needed my memory refreshing. So I have to re-read books one through six. I brought the new book a couple of weeks ago, but I've lent it to Cayden (who also reads the series). He's more likely to read it before I get to it. I'm only on book two.
I want to read it. I want to read the two latest Discworld books. I want to finish the Harry Dresden series that I'm only three books into. I want to read all the Jeffery Deaver books I've collected but haven't read yet. I want to read the hundred or so other books I get but never get round to reading. But I also have waayyy too many crafting projects to finish, a few hundred gigabytes of TV shows and movies to watch...
It's a very good thing I don't have a job.
30 Day Meme - Day 12
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Day 12 - Whatever takes my fancy
Sleep. I have a very complicated relationship with Sleep. I like to sleep. A lot. I like being asleep. I love that drowsy half-asleep feeling. I love that not-quite-awake-yet feeling. I can fall asleep anywhere - including the student union nightclub. Sleep is my dear close friend.
Sleep is also my nemesis. It's evil! It's more the difficulty I have getting to sleep. Yes, I can fall asleep anywhere, but not when I actually want to sleep. I don't think I've ever had a normal sleeping routine. If I decide it's bedtime, and put away what I'm doing and get into bed and close my eyes to go to sleep, I think. If I'm not doing something I think, and when I think very bad things happen. I can't stop thinking, and then I get depressed. So I have this wonderful tendency to stay awake until I'm utterly exhausted, because then when I go to bed I won't think, I'll just fall asleep. This usually means a very strange timetable. For the past few days I've been getting up at midnight-ish. That's not right.
My other problem with sleep is the waking up part. I sleep too much. 18-20 hours at a time sometimes. I've been known to sleep through whole days. And I know it's not healthy. I know that too much sleep is as bad for you as too little sleep. I know that you're supposed to aim for 8 hours sleep a day. That sounds perfectly reasonable. Apart from the fact that if I set an alarm I sleep through it, or I throw it across the room, or I switch it off and go back to sleep. I've tried setting multiple alarms, it doesn't work. Occasionally I do manage to get up, but then I'll fall asleep doing something later in the day.
It doesn't help that I don't work, that I don't have a routine. I have no reason to get out of bed, no reason to go to bed at a sensible time. I find it insanely difficult to keep to a routine. On days when my depression is flaring up, it's almost impossible for me to get out of bed, and on those days it's very difficult to stay awake. There's no need for it.
And then of course, there are the nightmares. I suffer from dreadful, horrendous nightmares. Every night. About all kinds of things. I get the someone-is-chasing-me nightmares, the monsters-in-the-cupboard nightmares, the naked-in-public nightmares and the death-of-a-loved-one nightmares. I get very, very vivid nightmares about people I care about. People leaving me, people dying in gruesome horrific ways, that are usually my fault. It's ridiculously disturbing. I have nightmares that wake me up crying and sweating and shaking. I have nightmares that haunt me throughout the day, leave me feeling like something is wrong. I also tend to attack myself in my sleep on occasion. I've woken up with scratches and bumps and bruises. It's awkward and surreal and not pleasant.
I don't always remember my nightmares, but on days when there are lots of them it leaves me feeling more shattered than I was before I slept. I'm always tired. Always. My depression makes me tired, my antidepressants make me tired. It doesn't matter whether I sleep at night, or in the day, I'm always tired. It doesn't matter whether I sleep six hours, or eight or fifteen. I am always tired. And it's not pleasant.
Sleep. I have a very complicated relationship with Sleep. I like to sleep. A lot. I like being asleep. I love that drowsy half-asleep feeling. I love that not-quite-awake-yet feeling. I can fall asleep anywhere - including the student union nightclub. Sleep is my dear close friend.
Sleep is also my nemesis. It's evil! It's more the difficulty I have getting to sleep. Yes, I can fall asleep anywhere, but not when I actually want to sleep. I don't think I've ever had a normal sleeping routine. If I decide it's bedtime, and put away what I'm doing and get into bed and close my eyes to go to sleep, I think. If I'm not doing something I think, and when I think very bad things happen. I can't stop thinking, and then I get depressed. So I have this wonderful tendency to stay awake until I'm utterly exhausted, because then when I go to bed I won't think, I'll just fall asleep. This usually means a very strange timetable. For the past few days I've been getting up at midnight-ish. That's not right.
My other problem with sleep is the waking up part. I sleep too much. 18-20 hours at a time sometimes. I've been known to sleep through whole days. And I know it's not healthy. I know that too much sleep is as bad for you as too little sleep. I know that you're supposed to aim for 8 hours sleep a day. That sounds perfectly reasonable. Apart from the fact that if I set an alarm I sleep through it, or I throw it across the room, or I switch it off and go back to sleep. I've tried setting multiple alarms, it doesn't work. Occasionally I do manage to get up, but then I'll fall asleep doing something later in the day.
It doesn't help that I don't work, that I don't have a routine. I have no reason to get out of bed, no reason to go to bed at a sensible time. I find it insanely difficult to keep to a routine. On days when my depression is flaring up, it's almost impossible for me to get out of bed, and on those days it's very difficult to stay awake. There's no need for it.
And then of course, there are the nightmares. I suffer from dreadful, horrendous nightmares. Every night. About all kinds of things. I get the someone-is-chasing-me nightmares, the monsters-in-the-cupboard nightmares, the naked-in-public nightmares and the death-of-a-loved-one nightmares. I get very, very vivid nightmares about people I care about. People leaving me, people dying in gruesome horrific ways, that are usually my fault. It's ridiculously disturbing. I have nightmares that wake me up crying and sweating and shaking. I have nightmares that haunt me throughout the day, leave me feeling like something is wrong. I also tend to attack myself in my sleep on occasion. I've woken up with scratches and bumps and bruises. It's awkward and surreal and not pleasant.
I don't always remember my nightmares, but on days when there are lots of them it leaves me feeling more shattered than I was before I slept. I'm always tired. Always. My depression makes me tired, my antidepressants make me tired. It doesn't matter whether I sleep at night, or in the day, I'm always tired. It doesn't matter whether I sleep six hours, or eight or fifteen. I am always tired. And it's not pleasant.
30 Day Meme - Day 11
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Day 11 - A photo of you taken recently
The most recent picture of me is this one...
Which isn't technically of me, it's of an owl. A very frustrating owl actually. It was for a challenge, the deadline for which is about now-ish, but I've run out of thread for the eyes. Damnit!
The most recent picture of me is this one...
Which isn't technically of me, it's of an owl. A very frustrating owl actually. It was for a challenge, the deadline for which is about now-ish, but I've run out of thread for the eyes. Damnit!
30 Day Meme - Day 10
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Day 10 - a photo of you taken over 10 years ago
There are lots of photos of me as an adorable child that I like to show off, but I also like this one...
I think I was 13 or so in this picture, which would make it approximately 15 years old. I'm currently verging on 30 stone, and this is what I used to look like. Lots of people don't believe it's me, but it really is. When I moved in with my mum I changed a lot!
There are lots of photos of me as an adorable child that I like to show off, but I also like this one...
I think I was 13 or so in this picture, which would make it approximately 15 years old. I'm currently verging on 30 stone, and this is what I used to look like. Lots of people don't believe it's me, but it really is. When I moved in with my mum I changed a lot!
30 Day Meme - Day 9
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Day 9 - a photo you took
Well, I take lots of photos, but they're mostly incredibly bad quality ones of my stitching or my pets. I do have some artistic type ones, but the best ones were from my holiday in New York... five years ago.
Well, I take lots of photos, but they're mostly incredibly bad quality ones of my stitching or my pets. I do have some artistic type ones, but the best ones were from my holiday in New York... five years ago.
30 Day Meme - Day 8
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Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad
This is another vaguely embarrassing one for Jennie.
This is Jennie, Dad and myself, taken a couple of decades ago now. Please ignore the hideous dresses, it was the Eighties. It makes me sad because I don't have that relationship with my Dad anymore. I don't know if I've ever written out my entire life story on here, and if I haven't I'm not entirely sure if I will yet because I haven't told most of the people involved how it's all affected me. But I was raised in that little group. Me, Jennie and Dad, with Mum visiting as much as she could. That was my family.
It changed a lot after this picture. People arrived, discoveries were made, and when I was fifteen it all blew up. I left. I adore Michaela, and I know (finally) that I wouldn't change my past because it brought me to where I am now with the people I know now, but I miss my dad. A lot.
My relationship with him is all but gone. A few years ago I told him I missed him, and he invited me to his anniversary party. It was an emotional day, and things were very strange. But while I reconnected with a favourite uncle and met a new favourite aunt, it didn't change things with the rest of my family.
I miss my dad, a lot. But as long as certain factors are in play, I'm never going to get the chance to be the way I used to be with him. Even if those factors weren't in play, I don't think it'd ever be the same. And that makes me sadder than you can possibly imagine.
This is another vaguely embarrassing one for Jennie.
This is Jennie, Dad and myself, taken a couple of decades ago now. Please ignore the hideous dresses, it was the Eighties. It makes me sad because I don't have that relationship with my Dad anymore. I don't know if I've ever written out my entire life story on here, and if I haven't I'm not entirely sure if I will yet because I haven't told most of the people involved how it's all affected me. But I was raised in that little group. Me, Jennie and Dad, with Mum visiting as much as she could. That was my family.
It changed a lot after this picture. People arrived, discoveries were made, and when I was fifteen it all blew up. I left. I adore Michaela, and I know (finally) that I wouldn't change my past because it brought me to where I am now with the people I know now, but I miss my dad. A lot.
My relationship with him is all but gone. A few years ago I told him I missed him, and he invited me to his anniversary party. It was an emotional day, and things were very strange. But while I reconnected with a favourite uncle and met a new favourite aunt, it didn't change things with the rest of my family.
I miss my dad, a lot. But as long as certain factors are in play, I'm never going to get the chance to be the way I used to be with him. Even if those factors weren't in play, I don't think it'd ever be the same. And that makes me sadder than you can possibly imagine.
30 Day Meme - Day 7
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Day 7 - a photo that makes you happy
Hmmm, there are many many to choose from for this, but I've had a scroll through all the photos on my computer, and I've found this one...
I can't remember when this picture was taken, I know it was a few years ago now. But it shows me and my two sisters. Pictures of the three of us don't happen a lot. Jennie is usually on the other side of the camera, and for a long long time she was so caught up in University and things that she didn't really hang around with me and Michaela a lot.
But this picture shows a time when she was relaxed enough to sit with us, and to play with us, and the three of us are generally beating the crap out of each other. I believe that shortly after this, Michaela had to escape the pile up before she wet herself, but seeing the picture always makes me smile. It's one of the pictures I have framed on my wall.
There's obviously a big age gap between me and Jennie, and Michaela, and sometimes that's been a problem, but for the last thirteen years I've been a lot closer to Michaela than to Jennie, despite the fact that Jennie and I were raised together. When things went weird with my family when I was fifteen and I left my dad's house, I know I hurt Jennie a lot. I didn't realise it at the time, but I did. A lot. And it screwed our relationship up quite a lot.
But recently, since she's graduated and moved in with her fiance and is settled, things are a lot better. I can call her just for a chat, or for a short loan, whereas a few years ago she'd have told me where to shove it. She's getting married in a couple of months, and I'm not looking forward to having to face all the family I haven't seen in a decade and a half, but I am very proud of her. Insanely jealous, but that's related to various jealousy-issues I have regarding her.
I do love her, and I love Michaela. I love both my sisters, and when I have those moments where I don't feel too good about myself, I can look at this picture and remember that they love me too. There are very, very few pictures of the three of us together, but I think I love this one more than I'd love a posed one.
I love you Sprogget and Little Squish.
Hmmm, there are many many to choose from for this, but I've had a scroll through all the photos on my computer, and I've found this one...
I can't remember when this picture was taken, I know it was a few years ago now. But it shows me and my two sisters. Pictures of the three of us don't happen a lot. Jennie is usually on the other side of the camera, and for a long long time she was so caught up in University and things that she didn't really hang around with me and Michaela a lot.
But this picture shows a time when she was relaxed enough to sit with us, and to play with us, and the three of us are generally beating the crap out of each other. I believe that shortly after this, Michaela had to escape the pile up before she wet herself, but seeing the picture always makes me smile. It's one of the pictures I have framed on my wall.
There's obviously a big age gap between me and Jennie, and Michaela, and sometimes that's been a problem, but for the last thirteen years I've been a lot closer to Michaela than to Jennie, despite the fact that Jennie and I were raised together. When things went weird with my family when I was fifteen and I left my dad's house, I know I hurt Jennie a lot. I didn't realise it at the time, but I did. A lot. And it screwed our relationship up quite a lot.
But recently, since she's graduated and moved in with her fiance and is settled, things are a lot better. I can call her just for a chat, or for a short loan, whereas a few years ago she'd have told me where to shove it. She's getting married in a couple of months, and I'm not looking forward to having to face all the family I haven't seen in a decade and a half, but I am very proud of her. Insanely jealous, but that's related to various jealousy-issues I have regarding her.
I do love her, and I love Michaela. I love both my sisters, and when I have those moments where I don't feel too good about myself, I can look at this picture and remember that they love me too. There are very, very few pictures of the three of us together, but I think I love this one more than I'd love a posed one.
I love you Sprogget and Little Squish.
30 Day Meme - Day 6
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Day 6 - Whatever Tickles Your Fancy
Firstly, major relief that there's no more "favourite" questions. As you might have gathered, questions like that annoy me. I can answer some of them though. For instance:
My favourite colour is purple.
My favourite holiday is Christmas.
My favourite comedian is Michael McIntyre (currently).
My favourite ....
Okay, so I can answer three of them. Lol. What else tickles my fancy? Cheesecake. I've been having a rough week, and I've made myself a chocolate chip and pecan cheesecake today. It's setting in the fridge. I'm trying to see how long I can wait without starting to eat it. Aside from anything else, this is the first time I've made an actual cheesecake - as opposed to cheesecake topping in a pie case - and I don't want it to collapse when I take it out of the tin.
I did get to lick out the bowl though (major advantage to baking for yourself) and it was delicious.
Firstly, major relief that there's no more "favourite" questions. As you might have gathered, questions like that annoy me. I can answer some of them though. For instance:
My favourite colour is purple.
My favourite holiday is Christmas.
My favourite comedian is Michael McIntyre (currently).
My favourite ....
Okay, so I can answer three of them. Lol. What else tickles my fancy? Cheesecake. I've been having a rough week, and I've made myself a chocolate chip and pecan cheesecake today. It's setting in the fridge. I'm trying to see how long I can wait without starting to eat it. Aside from anything else, this is the first time I've made an actual cheesecake - as opposed to cheesecake topping in a pie case - and I don't want it to collapse when I take it out of the tin.
I did get to lick out the bowl though (major advantage to baking for yourself) and it was delicious.
30 Day Meme - Day 5
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Day 5 - Your favourite quote.
I'm not going to do my whole rant again, I'll just tell you that I have more than twenty books of quotes, and three notebooks full of additional quotes that I've collected. I have various frames in my living room with quotes that I've liked so much I wanted to display them, and about ten cross stitch quote samplers in my crafting to-do queue.
I'm not going to do my whole rant again, I'll just tell you that I have more than twenty books of quotes, and three notebooks full of additional quotes that I've collected. I have various frames in my living room with quotes that I've liked so much I wanted to display them, and about ten cross stitch quote samplers in my crafting to-do queue.
30 Day Meme - Day 4
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Day 4 - your favourite book
No, no, no, no, no. See my responses to similar questions on Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3. I love too many different genres of book to be able to choose a favourite. Just glancing at my bookshelves I can see all Jeffery Deaver's crime books, all Terry Pratchett's books, some Harry Potter parody books, some Dan Brown, a series about the Rapture, the childrens' fantasy collection by Tamora Pierce, some Stephen King books, the Harry Potter series, the werewolf books by Kelley Armstrong, a set of werewolf/vampire/supernatural almost-porn, some zombie books, two books on Body Art, Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, the Artemis Fowl series, a couple by Roald Dahl, a collection of supernatural short stories anthologies, the Inkheart trilogy, the Anita Blake series, the Sookie Stackhouse series, the Blood series by Tanya Huff, the Narnia series, Garth Nix'x Keeper of the Keys set, the Northern Lights trilogy, a set of Superman anthologies, some Adrian Mole books and some Victorian lesbian romances by Sarah Waters.
That's just the serieseses. Doesn't include all my cross stitch/knitting/crochet books, or all my recipe books, or my billions of collections of quotes, or the hundred or so poetry books (including the set with my own poems in), or the kids books (think The Very Hungry Caterpillar), or my graphic novels, or my "adult" books. Or any of the dozens of individual books I have that don't fit in any other section.
And those are only the books that I own. There are hundreds and thousands more that I've read and enjoyed, that I've heard of but haven't had a chance to read yet...
No, no, no, no, no. I cannot narrow it down to one. Can you?
No, no, no, no, no. See my responses to similar questions on Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3. I love too many different genres of book to be able to choose a favourite. Just glancing at my bookshelves I can see all Jeffery Deaver's crime books, all Terry Pratchett's books, some Harry Potter parody books, some Dan Brown, a series about the Rapture, the childrens' fantasy collection by Tamora Pierce, some Stephen King books, the Harry Potter series, the werewolf books by Kelley Armstrong, a set of werewolf/vampire/supernatural almost-porn, some zombie books, two books on Body Art, Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, the Artemis Fowl series, a couple by Roald Dahl, a collection of supernatural short stories anthologies, the Inkheart trilogy, the Anita Blake series, the Sookie Stackhouse series, the Blood series by Tanya Huff, the Narnia series, Garth Nix'x Keeper of the Keys set, the Northern Lights trilogy, a set of Superman anthologies, some Adrian Mole books and some Victorian lesbian romances by Sarah Waters.
That's just the serieseses. Doesn't include all my cross stitch/knitting/crochet books, or all my recipe books, or my billions of collections of quotes, or the hundred or so poetry books (including the set with my own poems in), or the kids books (think The Very Hungry Caterpillar), or my graphic novels, or my "adult" books. Or any of the dozens of individual books I have that don't fit in any other section.
And those are only the books that I own. There are hundreds and thousands more that I've read and enjoyed, that I've heard of but haven't had a chance to read yet...
No, no, no, no, no. I cannot narrow it down to one. Can you?
30 Day Meme - Day 3
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I didn't do this yesterday, for reasons you'll see in a couple of posts, so I'm doing two today.
Day 3 - Your favourite TV show.
Yet again, I have the same attitude. I watch too many shows, I can't choose a favourite. Let me list the shows that I watch currently...
My Family
Rookie Blue
Drop Dead Diva
True Blood
Leverage
Futurama
Lie to Me
Warehouse 13
Eureka
White Collar
Psych
101 Ways to Leave a Gameshow
The Big C
Come Dine With Me
Dragon's Den
Don't Tell the Bride
Great British Bake Off
X Factor
Then there are the shows I watch that are on hiatus...
America's Got Talent
America's Next Top Model
Being Human
Ben 10: Ultimate Alien
Big Bang Theory
Bones
Britain's Got Talent
Castle
Chuck
CSI
CSI Miami
CSI New York
Desperate Housewives
Desperate Romantics
Dexter
Dr Who
Family Guy
Fringe
Glee
House
Hustle
Legend of the Seeker
Material Girl
Mentalist
Outnumbered
Paradox
Project Runway
QI
Sanctuary
Simpsons
Smallville
Supernatural
Survivors
Torchwood
V
Vampire Diaries
Oh, and the ones that have finished but that I still watch over and over...
Alien Nation
Angel
Battlestar Galactica
Ben 10
Ben 10: Alien Force
Black Books
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Charmed
Dark Angel
Dave Gorman's Important Astrology Experiment
Dead Like Me
Farscape
Firefly
Gilmore Girls
Heroes
Kyle XY
Lois and Clark
Moonlight
Now and Again
Pushing Daisies
Roswell
Sliders
Star Trek: TNG
Star Trek: DS9
Star Trek: Voyager
Star Trek: Enterprise
The 4400
The Dave Gorman Collection
Do I really need to explain why I can't pick a favourite?
Day 3 - Your favourite TV show.
Yet again, I have the same attitude. I watch too many shows, I can't choose a favourite. Let me list the shows that I watch currently...
My Family
Rookie Blue
Drop Dead Diva
True Blood
Leverage
Futurama
Lie to Me
Warehouse 13
Eureka
White Collar
Psych
101 Ways to Leave a Gameshow
The Big C
Come Dine With Me
Dragon's Den
Don't Tell the Bride
Great British Bake Off
X Factor
Then there are the shows I watch that are on hiatus...
America's Got Talent
America's Next Top Model
Being Human
Ben 10: Ultimate Alien
Big Bang Theory
Bones
Britain's Got Talent
Castle
Chuck
CSI
CSI Miami
CSI New York
Desperate Housewives
Desperate Romantics
Dexter
Dr Who
Family Guy
Fringe
Glee
House
Hustle
Legend of the Seeker
Material Girl
Mentalist
Outnumbered
Paradox
Project Runway
QI
Sanctuary
Simpsons
Smallville
Supernatural
Survivors
Torchwood
V
Vampire Diaries
Oh, and the ones that have finished but that I still watch over and over...
Alien Nation
Angel
Battlestar Galactica
Ben 10
Ben 10: Alien Force
Black Books
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Charmed
Dark Angel
Dave Gorman's Important Astrology Experiment
Dead Like Me
Farscape
Firefly
Gilmore Girls
Heroes
Kyle XY
Lois and Clark
Moonlight
Now and Again
Pushing Daisies
Roswell
Sliders
Star Trek: TNG
Star Trek: DS9
Star Trek: Voyager
Star Trek: Enterprise
The 4400
The Dave Gorman Collection
Do I really need to explain why I can't pick a favourite?
30 Day Meme - Day 2
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Cel'eena Cree
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Day 2 - My favourite movie
This question has the same effect on me as yesterday's question. How am I supposed to pick a favourite movie? There are thousands of movies made every year. Going on 2000 a year, that's 56000 in my lifetime, and doesn't even include the many, many years before I was born. I can't pick a favourite movie out of all those. I can't even pick a favourite genre. I love romance movies, and comedies, and natural disaster movies and horror movies and vampire movies and.... I love most movies.
I don't think I could even pick a favourite movie for each genre. Not consistently anyway. I could tell you that right now my favourite musical is Rent, that my favourite Disney movie is Hercules, that my favourite vampire movie is Queen of the Damned, etc. But ask me again in two months, and I highly doubt they'd be the same.
This question has the same effect on me as yesterday's question. How am I supposed to pick a favourite movie? There are thousands of movies made every year. Going on 2000 a year, that's 56000 in my lifetime, and doesn't even include the many, many years before I was born. I can't pick a favourite movie out of all those. I can't even pick a favourite genre. I love romance movies, and comedies, and natural disaster movies and horror movies and vampire movies and.... I love most movies.
I don't think I could even pick a favourite movie for each genre. Not consistently anyway. I could tell you that right now my favourite musical is Rent, that my favourite Disney movie is Hercules, that my favourite vampire movie is Queen of the Damned, etc. But ask me again in two months, and I highly doubt they'd be the same.
30 Day Meme - Day 1
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Cel'eena Cree
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I was reading the archives of one of the crafting blogs I read, and I found this.
It's a 30 day meme challenge. The idea being that you blog every day for 30 days, about a different topic every day. Here are the topics:
Day 01 - your favourite song.
Day 02 - your favourite movie
Day 03 - your favourite television program.
Day 04 - your favourite book.
Day 05 - your favourite quote.
Day 06 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 07 - a photo that makes you happy.
Day 08 - a photo that makes you angry/sad.
Day 09 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo of you taken over ten years ago.
Day 11 - a photo of you taken recently.
Day 12 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 13 - a fictional book.
Day 14 - a non-fictional book.
Day 15 - a fanfic.
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly).
Day 17 - an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.).
Day 18 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 19 - a talent of yours.
Day 20 - a hobby of yours.
Day 21 - a recipe.
Day 22 - a website.
Day 23 - a YouTube video.
Day 24 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 25 - your day, in great detail.
Day 26 - your week, in great detail.
Day 27 - this month, in great detail.
Day 28 - this year, in great detail..
Day 29 - hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.
Day 30 - whatever tickles your fancy.
The whole idea struck me as a great writer's block beater, so I'm going to attempt to write more than just a line or two each time. And here we go with day one:
My favourite song? This is one of those questions that drives me utterly barmy. On my Winamp playlist I have 3617 songs, a total of more than 207 hours of music. And I'm the obsessive type of person that goes through their music to make sure that there's nothing in there they don't like, and that there are no duplicates - yes I actually did that. So every single one of those 3617 songs is different, and every one is on the playlist because I like it. That doesn't even include all my Christmas music, or the new lot of 150 odd songs I got the other day but is in the "to check" folder. So, nearly 4000 songs. How am I meant to pick my favourite?
How do you look at a beach and pick your favourite grain of sand? How can you walk through a park and pick your favourite blade of grass, or a forest and pick your favourite tree? It's impossible! When asked the question, "What's your favourite song?" I tend to answer with whatever song I last listened to, or whatever song was stuck in my head at the time. Having said that, one of the challenges I might be doing this year is to create a playlist of my 101 favourite songs. Reducing 4000 to 101. Oh joy.
It's a 30 day meme challenge. The idea being that you blog every day for 30 days, about a different topic every day. Here are the topics:
Day 01 - your favourite song.
Day 02 - your favourite movie
Day 03 - your favourite television program.
Day 04 - your favourite book.
Day 05 - your favourite quote.
Day 06 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 07 - a photo that makes you happy.
Day 08 - a photo that makes you angry/sad.
Day 09 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo of you taken over ten years ago.
Day 11 - a photo of you taken recently.
Day 12 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 13 - a fictional book.
Day 14 - a non-fictional book.
Day 15 - a fanfic.
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly).
Day 17 - an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.).
Day 18 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 19 - a talent of yours.
Day 20 - a hobby of yours.
Day 21 - a recipe.
Day 22 - a website.
Day 23 - a YouTube video.
Day 24 - whatever tickles your fancy.
Day 25 - your day, in great detail.
Day 26 - your week, in great detail.
Day 27 - this month, in great detail.
Day 28 - this year, in great detail..
Day 29 - hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days.
Day 30 - whatever tickles your fancy.
The whole idea struck me as a great writer's block beater, so I'm going to attempt to write more than just a line or two each time. And here we go with day one:
My favourite song? This is one of those questions that drives me utterly barmy. On my Winamp playlist I have 3617 songs, a total of more than 207 hours of music. And I'm the obsessive type of person that goes through their music to make sure that there's nothing in there they don't like, and that there are no duplicates - yes I actually did that. So every single one of those 3617 songs is different, and every one is on the playlist because I like it. That doesn't even include all my Christmas music, or the new lot of 150 odd songs I got the other day but is in the "to check" folder. So, nearly 4000 songs. How am I meant to pick my favourite?
How do you look at a beach and pick your favourite grain of sand? How can you walk through a park and pick your favourite blade of grass, or a forest and pick your favourite tree? It's impossible! When asked the question, "What's your favourite song?" I tend to answer with whatever song I last listened to, or whatever song was stuck in my head at the time. Having said that, one of the challenges I might be doing this year is to create a playlist of my 101 favourite songs. Reducing 4000 to 101. Oh joy.
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