A blurb on selfies. But that’s all I have time for today.

19 12 2011

Self-Portrait: Post a picture of you that you like, write about yourself, post a video – what do you want your self-portrait to say about you?Kristen

Honestly, I have SO MUCH to say on the subject. I am planning to write an entire post about it for TIAW soon, but I won’t get to it this week. I did write a paragraph about it in this post for Own Your Beauty last year, if you’d like a taste of my thoughts on the matter.

I will, however, leave you with my most recent selfie. The kids and I were walking through a department store today and I saw these fancy light-up mirrors, and COULD NOT STOP MYSELF. My kids were all, “Ugh, mom, no.” Like they’re teenagers or something. So I made them make funny faces and at least they participated.

fancy mirrors get my attention every time.

7 Days starts in two days, friends! *squee!*


On who I’d stalk. I mean meet.

19 12 2011

Who would you most like to meet and why?Dana

What? You mean besides the Doctor? (To marry and run away with, if you were wondering.)

This is a hard question for me because there are so many people who are awesome. If I’m not limited to who’s alive right now I might say Jesus or Mary Magdalene, or Hatshepsut, or Lady Jane Grey.

But if I’m talking about people I have a physical chance of meeting, I think I’ll go with The Bloggess. The day I found her writing was the day I suddenly felt more sane. Because I relate to the way she thinks, to her sense of humor, because she writes about her trials with such beauty it helps me find my place in this world. Because she harasses Nathan Fillion, upsets William Shatner, and gives out pictures of Wil Wheaton collating paper. Because she wears confidence wigs and THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVER.

Only I’m fairly socially awkward and I’m afraid of small talk in general, and probably if we met I’d just be starstruck and tongue-tied, and so I’d be all, “Well. Uh. Hey. So. Nice wig.” Although I am assured she is actually really easy to talk to, I’m certain I’d be a Black Hole of Conversation and Awkwardness, sucking all the ease out of the room. (Thank god I’m so cute?)

Still – and I mean this in the least stalkerish way possible – I do think we’ll meet someday in some form. Maybe I can talk her into sending me her red dress.

And I have the weirdest feeling that I wrote a post very similar to this recently somewhere. I remember searching for those same links in her blog, and then saying something about how Texas is too far away to stalk her (which makes two stalking references and that’s probably scary for her). But I can’t find that post ANYWHERE. So maybe I dreamed it. Which makes the stalking references either less or more scary. Whichever.

I like terrible stuff.

19 12 2011

This prompt is from two days ago, only I don’t have a time machine to post it on the right day. My weekend was a little bit intensely busy.

Instead of a list of your favorite things, write a list of your least favorite things, e.g. Worst book you ever finished, the color you hate, bad songs, bad romances, bad recipes.Amy

I hate a lot of stuff for sure. Bad drivers, stupid people, Thursdays – the usual. But what makes me unique or cute or dumb or something is that I tend to LOVE really TERRIBLE shit.

Like, one of the best movies ever is The Day After Tomorrow. I originally was interested in seeing this movie because the previews focused on a scene in which a veritable army of tornadoes descends upon Los Angeles. And you just can’t pass up a scene like that. Sadly, that bit was a little disappointing, but the movie held SO MANY other incredible ideas that it found a dark corner in which to fester in my heart. Like when the city of New York freezes spontaneously. Or when Jake Gyllenhaal outruns the Super Storm Of Death. And wolves. Or when he swims through ice cold water to use a pay phone (remember those? haha) during a power outage. Or when they save themselves with a tiny (relative to the Super Storm of Death) fire in a fireplace which they probably forgot has a chimney that’s attached to the outside and therefore the Super Storm of Death, but the tiny fire totally wins against the Super Storm of Death. It’s like a giant game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Fireplace, Super Storm of Death. Only more terrible.

And then a few years later they released a movie called 2012 and the key selling point for me was that it was, “From the people who brought you The Day After Tomorrow.” I was sold on that one line. And the bit about John Cusack was just like the cherry on top of Jake Gyllenhaal. Um. Or something. And this movie was just as awesome. In that it was actually pretty much the same exact movie. Except better because this one has giraffes that moo. It’s like win-win-win.

I won’t even get started on Twilight. Except that: vampire baseball, sparkles, werewolves who aren’t werewolves, half-vampire babies named Renesmee, and the overuse of the word “perfect”. It is, as my friend Claire says, exactly like smoking pot. Only I’ll have to take her word for it.

So while I love these things ironically, the idea of loving them seriously frightens me. Especially Twilight which I find has a lot of deeply disturbing messages in it for this next generation of girls who are reading it. And especially especially for people who think a measly fire will save them from a Super Storm of Death.