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This was fun! I have issues with one or 2 blocks/triangles, but in the spirit of "not overthinking it, missus", I'm going to just go with it. :)
Now I have homework, which is what I call the idiot work- pulling off all the strips of paper. I'll do that at night while we watch TV.
So, whaddya think? Will my partner like it?
I have been doing a small art drawing every morning for some time now. I don't plan or overthink, I just do. Postcards are my substrate a manageable size for a quick drawing. It's interesting to see how the work evolves.
Reports about Zelensky being Jewish make it look like Ukrainian Jews are religious & hyper-aware of their Jewishness, whereas most are secular & live unremarkable lives & would rather not overthink identity if they had a choice. They get the choice rarely .{nytimes.com}
Jews like the rest of us are too busy scratching a living to worry about 'religion'; we pay lip service to "Faith in Whatever" but we don't want anything to do with it; all we want is $ to pay bills and taxes
'The opportunity to be Evan's best man was one I held so sacred & honored that I really began to overthink it but not until I calmed down did I realize a wedding wasn't about all of that, but the love two people share and their desire for commitment.
in any case, here is my best man look. I've only been to one wedding - when I was a child - but I imagine that the best man also doubles as the ring bearer right?
I hope you like it Maxine & Evan! '
It's gon' be the longest night of life, right here man
Sunday never comin' up, you know? Yeah
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I'm just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ices
Pull some all nighters (why?)
'Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
- Vices, Ludacris
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While in January I'd wanted to set the tone for just a lil backstory with the dates I've realized that I might be overthinking it just a little bit instead I'll just assume he's meeting guys like anyone else would - in person or on apps or something - and not worry about it 😉
Mind control... overthinking... what happens when thoughts exceed the imagination? Sometimes the course of least action can be the best.
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something happened. and it made me question everything i've believed in. people i love. the things i like to do. my passions. my faith. god. i've been thinking too much. too much that my brain is about to explode.
having opposite feelings at the same time is the hardest thing i've ever experienced. i love. i hate. i want to tell everything. i don't want people to know what's happening in my fucking head. i want to move on. i just want to stop. i want to cry. i want to laugh. i want to listen some music. i don't want to hear a thing. why the fuck am i here? in this world? what's my mission? why do i live for? i'm just existing. not living. there's a huge line in between them.
i used to want to go away from where i live. now i don't even want to live in this freaking world. i wish there was something i can do to go to an another world, i swear i would never want to come back. i don't even have a little bit of hope about i'll find a place to call my home someday. i don't even have a little bit of hope about i'll meet people that will never leave me no matter what the fuck happens. they always fucking leave. they leave and i do remember every fucking single of them. it's all i do. it's what god thinks that i deserve. it's what god thinks that i need to face. thank you, how awesome is that. how awesome to knowing that i am forever changed by who they are and what they meant to me.
i did nothing but loving people, i did nothing but being honest. and the more i became honest the more people didn't tolerate my thoughts, the more i loved people the more they broke my heart and hurt my feelings. fuck you, seriously, fuck. you. and fuck everything i deserve and didn't get. you are why i feel so lost and so afraid. it's like i'm having a nightmare and i'm not even asleep.
how do i save myself? how do i keep holding on? will i ever feel okay again? i used to have hope in the deepest of my heart no matter how desperate the situation is, now it's all different. this is the first time i've felt the relationship between me and god got damaged, and i don't know how to fix it. i see it's really important to believe in an existence of a creator, at least it's important to a person like me, because i've never doubted about him before. i feel terrible. but that doesn't change anything. i just keep feeling more terrible day by day. i lose everything.
in the end, no matter what, i lose everything.
Stranger #100 – Laurène
Where to begin? A definition maybe. The Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary defines enjambement as: “the fact of a sentence continuing beyond the end of a line of poetry without a break” I initially set out to photograph and talk to one hundred strangers. As I drew near the end, I knew I wanted to keep going but that 100th stranger had assumed a life of its own. I wanted it to carry meaning, at least for me. When I went out to look for strangers, I would overthink every decision. What if this time it goes badly? What if? I would go out and not approach anyone. I didn’t want this to end. It is fitting then that it didn’t really end. Laurène’s portrait is linked with Bryan’s portrait. The two, taken one after the other and the conversation we shared are one moment for me. The two of them create an enjambement, I will keep going and they bridge the gap between my first 100 strangers and what will follow.
There was a thunderstorm that meant this double portrait almost never happened. I am overjoyed that it did. As is always my hope when approaching people, I have left this moment with Laurène and Bryan hoping that we are no longer strangers.
As I made Laurène’s portrait, Bryan held the reflector. Laurène did the same for Bryan’s portrait.
“I’m a post graduate student, I study human rights. I want to work for an NGO. I’m a fundraiser for the red cross. Usually I work as a hostess, in high heels. I was 18, in Paris, that was my first job. I did that for 2 years and then I changed agency and did three more years. This time I wanted to do this, raise funds, I’m outside, I’m wearing sneakers. Two rooms, two moods. Before studying law, I studied languages, I was bored. I was really good in English I had great grades, I wanted to do something else. I thought I’d study law. Looking back, part of the reason why was financial security. Now I want to work in an NGO, I want to help people. Something I’d like to tell my younger self? Trust yourself, believe in yourself more. A lot of people say that? Shit! I’m a cliché. My advice to others? Don’t take things personally. The way people react, the fact that they ignore you or react badly because they’re in a bad place isn’t personal. You just need to move on. Do I still have faith in humanity? To be honest, my first reaction was more of a no. With climate change and overconsumption but we’re a great species, with amazing bodies and extraordinary minds which is the same for everyone but as long as people don’t realise that… The best memory from my childhood? The first time I went horseback riding. I rode bareback on a pony, I was 7. I must have fallen three times in an hour, my mum was ready to put a stop to it but I would get up and I’d have this huge smile from ear to ear. I was so happy. I kept horseback riding for ten years. Then, playing with my sister, the things we’d imagine. One thing anyone can do to change the world? Give love.”
There are so many people I want to thank, first everyone I talked to on the streets, whether it was for a portrait and for whatever reason, people who said yes, people who said no, people whom I photographed, for themselves or for my project. People who wanted to take part but couldn’t when I met them. People who encouraged me. People who reacted badly. Most of all, I want to thank the fundraisers I met for their enthusiasm, their energy, their kindness.
Thank you very much Laurène!
This picture is #100 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
This is my 95th submission to the Human Family Group. To view more street portraits and stories visit The Human Family Flickr Group page
Par où commencer ? Par une définition peut être. Le dictionnaire Larousse définit l’enjambement comment étant: “Rejet au vers suivant d'un ou plusieurs mots étroitement unis par le sens au vers précédent”. Je m’étais fixé pour but de prendre en photo 100 inconnu.e.s. Alors que je m’approchais de la fin, je savais que je voulais continuer mais ce 100ème inconnu.e avait pris une importance particulière pour moi. Je voulais que cela ait un sens, au moins pour moi. Quand je sortais à la recherche d’inconnu.e.s, je réfléchissais trop à chaque décision. Et si cette fois, ça se passait mal? Et si? Je sortais mais je n’approchais plus personne. Je ne voulais pas que ça s’arrête. Plutôt logique donc, que ça ne soit pas vraiment arrêté. Le portrait de Laurène est lié au portrait de Bryan. Les deux, pris l’un après l’autre et la conversation que nous avons partagé sont un seul moment pour moi. Les deux créent un enjambement, je vais continuer et ils comblent le fossé entre mes 100 premier.e.s inconnu.e.s et ce qui suivra.
Il y a eu un orage cet après-midi là qui a fait que ce double portrait, en tant que tel, ce moment si particulier a failli ne pas arriver. Je suis très heureux qu’il soit arrivé tel quel. Comme c’est toujours mon espoir lorsque j’approche des personnes, j’ai quitté ce moment avec Laurène et Bryan en portant l’espoir que nous ne soyons plus des inconnu.e.s les uns pour les autres.
Lorsque j’ai fait le portrait de Laurène, Bryan a tenu le réflecteur et Laurène a fait de même pour le portrait de Bryan.
“Je suis étudiante en master droits de l’homme. Je veux travailler pour une ONG. Je suis recruteuse de donateurs pour la croix rouge. D’habitude je travaille comme hôtesse d’accueil en talons aiguilles à Paris. J’avais 18 ans, c’était mon premier job. J’ai fait ça pendant 2 ans, puis j’ai changé d’agence et j’ai fait ça 3 ans de plus. Là, je voulais faire ça, je suis dehors, en baskets. Deux salles, deux ambiances. Avant d’étudier le droit, j’ai fait des études de langues. Je m’ennuyais. J’étais très bonne en anglais, j’avais 14 de moyenne. Je voulais faire autre chose, je voulais faire droit. Avec le recul, c’était aussi pour la sécurité financière. Maintenant, je veux travailler pour une ONG, défendre les droits de l’homme, aider les gens. Un conseil que j’aimerais pouvoir me donner quand j’étais plus jeune? Avoir plus confiance en moi. Beaucoup de gens disent ça? Ah merde! Je suis un cliché! Un conseil aux autres? Pas prendre les choses personnellement, les gens ils peuvent te mettre des vents, mal réagir parce qu’ils badent. C’est pas personnel, il faut passer à autre chose. Est-ce que j’ai encore foi en l’humanité? En vrai, ma première réaction c’était plutôt non. Avec le climat, la surconsommation… mais on est une espèce super, on a des corps géniaux, un esprit extraordinaire qui est le même pour tout le monde mais tant que les gens le réaliseront pas… Le meilleur souvenir de mon enfance? La première fois que j’ai fait de l’équitation. On m’a fait monter à cru sur un poney, j’avais 7 ans. Je suis tombée trois fois dans l’heure, ma mère était prête à arrêter mais moi je me relevais, j’avais la banane d’une oreille à l’autre. J’étais trop heureuse. J’en ai fait pendant 10 ans. Sinon, les jeux avec ma soeur aussi, les films qu’on pouvait se faire, les playmobils. Un truc simple que tout le monde peut faire pour changer le monde, une direction dans laquelle aller, ne serait-ce qu’un pas? Donner de l’amour.”
Il y a tellement de personnes que je veux remercier. Tout d’abord toutes les personnes à qui j’ai parlé dans la rue, que ce soit pour faire leur portrait, que ça soit pour elles ou pour mon projet. Toutes les personnes qui ont dit oui, toutes les personnes qui ont dit non. Toutes les personnes qui voulaient participer mais qui n’ont pas pu pour cause de timidité ou de manque de temps. Toutes les personnes qui m’ont encouragé, toutes les personnes qui ont mal réagi. Mais plus que tout, je veux remercier les recruteur.euses de donateurs pour leur enthousiasme, leur énergie et leur gentillesse.
Merci beaucoup Laurène!
Cette photo est la #100 dans mon projet 100 strangers. Apprenez-en plus au sujet du projet et visionnez les photos prises par d’autres photographes sur la page Flickr du groupe 100 Strangers
C’est ma 95ème participation au groupe The Human Family. Pour voir plus de portraits de rue et d’histoires, visitez la page Flickr du groupe
My previous photo "Please Don't Bite" is the first one of my new series called "Anxiety". This is the second one, representing how we miss the bigger picture when we try to over analyze every single detail of every single thing. Sometimes the most enjoyable things are the little ones, the ones we ignore trying to find the meaning of the ones that don't have any.
This creation is the second in my series of bicycles. A 1890s Penny Farthing, leaning against a gas lit lamp post. The scene includes a lace parasol, wicker basket and phonograph. The Penny Farthing was one of the last of its models before "safety" bikes were integrated into society. However Penny Farthings were still used for racing until the 1930s.
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This creation was made specifically for LEGO House in mind. When the team showed interest in exhibiting my LaFrance Streamliner and gave me the dimensions of the LEGO House Master Gallery space, I felt that the LaFrance wasn’t enough. The idea of building a Penny Farthing was in my mind for ages but loads of life things got in the way - I moved to England from Canada and decided to move my collection with me, which easily became overwhelming and disorganized. Once I had it all sorted out, a few months later I decided to move to Scotland so again my collection was all over the place! I finally moved in to my flat in Scotland and built non-stop for 2 weeks after work, and finally installed 'Day Out in Autumn' (along with 'Picnic in the City') on September 26 at LEGO House in Denmark.
This past year I’ve taken a long break from LEGO. Along with moving my life across the world and some personal life mishaps I was overwhelmed by the attention Picnic in the City got and felt the pressure of wanting to be sure my next creations were of the same high standard. This made me overthink a lot and overwhelm myself, so a break from the brick was needed. I'm excited to reveal to you guys my latest creation, and can say as well that my next one is shortly on its way. I truly do miss the community and building and have felt really disconnected this last year, hoping to get back into continuous building again.
Credit to Stefan Kubin for the dome technique that I used for the parasol - his colour choices were too perfect too that I used it for my parasol and need to credit him on being an inspiration.
Big hugs to Iain for doing an amazing job editing my awful photos taken in the most ghetto setup in my small flat. You are a star - TEAM BICYLE!
Sweet and simple
It’s way too hot to overthink an outfit. Originally, this outfit included earrings but I couldn’t stand even that much fuss.
This outfit is sweet and simple: blouse and skirt (and heels). I did swap the heels out for sneakers this afternoon to walk to the boba tea place. (I recently discovered boba tea super close to work!)
My outfit is sweet and simple, but I like my boba tea complicated. I went for the Oreo Tea today and I can’t tell you what all was in it, but it did include cookie dust!
Blouse, Lauren Ralph Lauren (thrifted). Skirt, Madewell. Heels, CL by Chinese Laundry (thrifted).
Freya inspired me so much that I am overthinking my doll family.
I don't want to have too many dolls and feel overwhelmed, I want to spoil my most loved ones and Freya is definitely one of them.
So I thought about it and I will probably sell my incoming fairyline sia head with the company face up and my minifee celine head...
I am also a little bit clueless on what to do with my minifee Luka that I have on layaway since Freya gives me a vibe that I planned for my Luka.
Whatever it happens, I hope it will be all good in the end, since now I am bit troubled...
Now do we just track down Agnes and hunt her for sport or what?!
(Female Icon Dasha and Diva Dasha show up to the mall to back-up Daytime Impact Dasha who is facing off against all of my versions of Agnes. It’s three against four, but Dasha is a fighter… So, how should I post the Mall Fight photos?! In order hopefully, but should I number them? Post them all at once, or one at a time, or in small batches? I also took a lot of extra detail shots that don’t fit the “flow” of a numbered story, so dump those into my feed later? I’m getting bogged down by the finer details of finishing the lowest stakes projects. The actual posting of the photos part. I’ve still got summer garden rabbit photos to post, and Winter Viking Adventures, space drama, and more new and ooak dolls and figures I haven’t posted yet…)
Update to add: I’m not going to overthink it anymore, or try to number these. May be a little chaotic posting, but I’m putting it all in sort-of order in an Album here: flic.kr/s/aHsmWFanG5
The day my sister, Sharon, and I arrived at mom's door, she didn't know me. During the week, mom routinely mistook my youngest sister Sharon, for my oldest sister, Nancy. By the end of the week, she finally realized who I was. Sharon left for home in the lower British Columbia mainland, on Thursday. When I left on Sunday, Mom said, "You know, you don't have to go." Then gave that signature chuckle, that I remember so well. It near to broke my heart to tell her that I did have to go. Sharon called mom that night, and she had already forgotten that I had been there. Sigh. Mom was a quiet introvert, like me, but, strong. I'm not sure how long till she remembers nothing. Some of you know that I continue to deal with memory issues, on a daily basis myself, after a head injury in 97. As Sharon said to me once, with tears welling up, when we were talking in Az., we have to laugh, so we don't cry. None of my siblings, nor myself, lives anywhere near Arizona. Yeah, I can't gather my thoughts anymore. I'm trying to keep busy, not overthink everything, which is my wont. Apart from my mom's condition, I was hit with two other sad, tragic things in that whirlwind of a week. No space or time for those, and, I know, most of you haven't made it this far. lol Anyhow, this poem, is just one that I wrote, or began, while in Arizona. It's self-explanatory.
She sits alone in quiet solitude
In the midst of the world she's grown to know
Memories, faded, lost, confused
Time now, her nemesis, her final foe
Where does she wander in her dreams
Where does her whimsey take her
To faerie flights, and silly schemes
Wherever summer takes her
Was she happy in her life so lived
Giving full measure of all she could give
This lady with the gentle eyes
Whose life’s recast to sunset skies
And in the gentle parting time
My heart broke then to say goodbye
I would have stayed to be there for you
But, I couldn't though I wanted to
He's fully made up as a girl with a wig, makeup, stockings, and heels--but don't worry, boys, he's still wearing his boxers and men's undershirt!
Sorry, Jimmy, I'm not buying it. :)
Though it's funny if you think about the conversation that must have taken place between the artist and writer about this panel:
Artist: "Hey, here for panel one it says to show Jimmy dressed as a girl in his underwear while he irons his dress."
Writer: "Haha, yeah, that'll be a funny scene!"
A: "Uh, you do realize that if he's not wearing his dress, we're gonna see him doing his ironing in a bra and falsies, right?"
W: "Whoa! Yow, we can't do that. Just have him wearing his regular underwear."
A: "What, you mean his undershirt and boxers? So after putting on his wig and makeup, he's going to pull off his undershirt and then put on his bra?"
W: "Don't overthink it. We're just doing a Some Like It Hot gag, we don't need to warp the kids' minds."
A: "This is the third time in three years that he's dressed like a girl in this comic. I think that ship has sailed."
...nothing is easy, but is it as difficult as she thought? She took out her notebook and tried to work out the maths the 71 times
I really hate Dexter in the story or movie, One Day. He is so charming yet playful and immature. More often than not, he fails to recognize or respect Emma's feelings and struggles to communicate his emotions with Emma.
I probably hate Emma, too, for her hesitation and overthinking. Why would she settle for less, which delays their chance to be together?
It took so much time, so many missed opportunities for them to grow and eventually come to an understanding about what they want and what they are willing to offer.
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memory •
‘to pick and choose’
Memory is a fucked up thing. It’s the source of most traumas (if we could live on and forget, we probably wouldn’t have our skin crawling every time we’re getting onto a plane and it’s cloudy and stuffy outside), but it’s also the source of all of our knowledge. It’s a bit of a terrifying notion — that the same thing that makes us who we are, our experiences and the scars on our skins — it shares a source with the things that petrify us.
But the magic in all of this is how our brain picks and chooses. How it decides to focus on what was good, most of the time. (how many times have we gone back on our words and ran straight into situations that we knew were bad for us — because our memory of the bad times seems to have lessened?) And why does it choose to focus on the bad memories if there’s trauma involved? I’m not a psychologist, or a psychiatrist, or a neuroscientist, so I don’t know. But I contemplate it a lot in myself and in my anxiety. Am I overthinking, maybe?
Oh, most definitely.
Why do we always overthink anything that happens to our life?
Something amazing may be happening to us and yet a million thoughts come rushing down and make us suffocate.
When we are used to do it every single time,we won't ever let ourselves free and that's one of the worst mistakes anyone can do.
Try to avoid fear,negativity and self control. Some matters don't need any of that.
Take off all those that hold you back.
Some things just happen and we should embrace them.
What if all this won't end up being wasted time?What if this time you won't fall?
What if you fly?
A.
*quote by Erin Hanson
Mixing temperatures
These lightweight wrap skirts have transitioned well into winter! They were great in the heat of summer and layer well for a cooler season.
This outfit was thrown together in a matter of minutes (I didn’t want to be late to class!) but I was happy with how it turned out. I may not have mixed warm and cool tones if I’d had more time to think about it. Sometimes, it’s best not to overthink things.
Blazer, BSB. Shirt, Everlane. Skirt, Wevez. Boots, Lauren Ralph Lauren. Hat, thrifted. Necklace, Zad.
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I have been doing a small art drawing every morning for some time now. I don't plan or overthink, I just do. Postcards are my substrate a manageable size for a quick drawing. It's interesting to see how the work evolves.
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The urge to photograph Kyle for this project came unexpectedly as he was advising me on paint colors at Lowe's Home Store. (I liked the way his beard was peeking through his mask.) I had to act fast because there was a long line of customers and some of them were beginning to grumble about the delay.
Before Kyle had a chance to respond, I took 6 pics and quickly explained what the project was about. Then I asked him to tell me something about himself. Anything.
He said he was looking forward to moving into his own apartment next month. "Do you have paint colors in mind or do you struggle with this the way some of your customers do? I asked. "Yeah, sometimes," he answered with a chuckle.
The 100 Stranger Project is forcing me to take risks: I'm getting better at approaching people and explaining what the project is about in as few words as possible. To capture the spontaneity of the moment, I take no than 6 or 7 photos. I'm almost always satisfied with the result. There's no time to overthink things; I just go with my instincts in trying to capture the moment.
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She’s asleep. Finally. I can’t believe I had to bring Melissa with me this late. It was about 9:30 when I left the facility. Now it’s 10 o’clock. All because of some pesky paperwork I have to finish for tomorrow. This sudden snowstorm doesn’t make me feel any better either. Accidents are prone to happen in this type of weather. I can’t put her in danger like this unnecessarily. If only she was here to help me...
I glance at my open wallet on top of the center console. In its pocket holds a picture of my beautiful wife. I wonder if she’s watching over her infant daughter and widowed husband...
I pull into the driveway and unintentionally skid on the ice. My heart drops and I immediately slam on the brakes, thrusting me forward. I put the car into park and throw my head around my seat, praying she is still asleep. The snow stopped about an hour ago thankfully but the roads are still covered in ice. The hills leading to the observatory don’t help either. I need to buy an actual eventually. Something that isn’t as complicated as a damn observatory next to a cornfield. Somewhere warmer with...
A car alarm goes off in the distance interrupts my overthinking. I resume my task of bringing my slumbering treasure inside. I hate bringing her out so late. She is almost too precious to leave this house. I hold her close to my chest to cover her tiny face from the blistering cold.
As I enter my home, the scratching of my persistent russet Boxer’s paws on the tile floor welcome me back.
Saul: “Easy Zook, easy.”
The dog whines as he frantically hops around me, as if I haven’t seen him in a millennium.
Saul: “I know I know, you’ve missed us so much haven’t you? We were only gone for 30 minutes. Let me put Melissa to bed and then I’ll let you out.”
Those last words are only what the dog cares about, however, and rushes to the back door. I walk into Melissa’s room and gently lay her in her crib, tucking her in tightly. Hopefully, she lets me sleep tonight. I really need it. For a moment I stand there beside her and watch her tiny chest slowly inflating and deflating. Zook’s whines snap me back into reality, and I finally bring him into the yard and chain him to his post. I stand there for a minute, watching the dog sniff about, searching for a new place to mark his territory. What a simple life he must live. Stop Saul. Don’t envy a dog of all things. Keep your head up. It’ll get better. It has to.
Zook is still going about his business when the cold starts getting to me. I can’t believe it's this cold. It hasn’t been like this for a while. My stomach begins to growl. It’s so loud Zook’s ears perked up for a moment. I go inside and grab a pack of Chocos and a glass of milk. I’m just about to sit down until Zook starts to bark frantically. That damn dog is gonna wake Melissa up if he keeps at it. Angrily, I put my 10 o’clock snack down and rush to the door.
Saul: “Zook will you zip your ugly trap and--”
I am speechless, motionless, thoughtless at the sight of Zook’s despair. A tall, skinny, green creature stands in the clearing, staring at me. Its abdomen is shrinking and expanding repeatedly, and appears to have a wound on its head. Then it finally hits me. The creature standing not even 10 feet in front of me is a Martian, but a green male, not the white one I studied at the D.E.O. not too long ago. What do I do? What do I say? Melissa. I cannot let it hurt Melissa. Zook continues to growl and bark. My heart is pounding out of my chest. My mind deteriorates into a ticking time bomb with a countdown of 10 seconds, and it's already hit 7 seconds. 3, 2, 1, and...my heartbeats slow down. I awkwardly raise my hand up and give the Martian a small wave. That's all I can think of at this exact moment. Puzzled, the Martian blinks. Then, it too gives a small wave.
Zook’s barking has stopped now, resorting to a low, but defensive growl. I am at ease, and Zook, along with the Martian, recognizes it, but there is still tension in the cold air.
Saul: “Um...hello. My name is Saul. Saul Erdel. Are you friendly?”
The Martian glances down for a moment, then looks up and nods.
Saul: “Would you...would you like to come inside? It’s awfully cold out here. You seem to be distraught.”
The Martian stands nervously for a moment, then takes several steps forward closer to my person. I guess that’s a yes? As he grows near I notice how much taller he is up close. He appears to not fit in the doorway. He looks at me, then peers inside cautiously. He then shrinks his height slightly, just enough to fit under the doorway. He looks around the room curiously.
Zook reminds me of his presence with a huff. I grab him and bring him inside by his chains, holding the mutt away from our new visitor.
Saul: “I’m sorry about my dog. He uh...doesn’t like strangers very much.”
The Martian continues to look around the room, almost entranced by my home. He doesn’t notice me swiftly enter Melissa’s room and lock the door. My rifle is in my bedroom, but I trust Zook’s instincts. He’ll alert me if the Martian comes close. I glance over at my Melissa. Thankfully she’s still asleep. He cannot know she is here. My mind searches for what to do next. Should I get my rifle? I’ve learned not all aliens are evil but...that White Martian wasn’t exactly friendly. Bullets didn’t harm it, so they probably won’t harm him. What am I going to do...
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My senses began to calm when the cold air was silenced by the warm heat emitting from the room. The floor below me creaks as I walk into what seems to be a kitchen. As I look around I notice plants in vases sitting atop of small tables, pictures on the walls, and a machine with a holographic screen. Although his pet is threatening, this Human male is kinder than the other two. To allow me into his home without any knowledge of myself is beyond humbling, and further guilts me for reading his mind without his permission. I hope he understands that I had to uncover the language he speaks in order to understand him. I now know a new language called English, and can now understand what the previous Human said to me before firing his weapon at me. It’s good to know that Human is different.
I glance over at the kitchen area, where on the table lies several dark brown disc-shaped objects alongside a glass of white liquid. Curiously, I reach for one of the discs. As my hand draws near it, the Human suddenly enters the room.
Saul: “Would you like one?”
I look at him, then at the discs, then back at him.
Saul: “Can you understand me?”
After a brief silence, I finally introduce myself.
J’onn: “Yes. I learned your language by reading your mind. Thank you for letting me take refuge in your home.”
My voice startles the Human. He contemplates the situation for a bit before asking another question.
Saul: “Who are you?”
J’onn: “I...am J’onn J'onzz. I come from the planet Ma’aleca’andra, but you might know it better as Mars.”
Saul: “Why are you here?”
J’onn: “I...I do not know. I seem to have been teleported from my homeworld but for a reason, I do not know. It frustrates me how I can remember *how* I am here but not *why* I am here. I fear my brain may have been temporarily damaged in the teleportation process.”
Saul: “Your brain. It is...an extremely remarkable trait your species has.”
J’onn: “You seem...collected despite my sudden appearance on your planet. How did you know about my abilities?”
Saul: “Well, I’m a scientist. I work for an organization here called the Department of Extranormal Operations. It’s responsible for monitoring and countering extraterrestrial threats. My job is to study said extraterrestrial threats. A few years ago, a White Martian was apprehended and imprisoned there, and it was on me to find out what it was and why it was here.”
J’onn: “So you are qualified as a doctor, correct? Perhaps you can heal me from my condition. I must regain my memories and return to my planet. Will you help me?”
Saul: “Well I--”
A persistent knocking at the door interrupts his sentence. Mr. Erdel’s comforting calmness turns into a worrisome panic. We both stare at the door as if whatever was knocking would get bored and leave, but it remained persistent.
???: “Middleton Police Department!”
Mr. Erdel turns back to me.
Saul: “Hide.”
Maghera, Ardara, County Donegal, Ireland
Far away from everything else in this bustling world stands ‘Assaranca Waterfall’. It perfectly crowns the west coast of Donegal. In my personal opinion it’s by far one of the most impressive & stunning waterfalls in all Ireland. The true beauty of this waterfall isn't only in itself but all around it, on the sandy beaches & valleys nearby.
I wish I could tell you all a great story about this waterfall but I’m afraid all I could find during my research was the meaning of its mystical sounding name.
Whoever named this famous landmark of Donegal certainly didn’t want to strain their minds overthinking on it, as the Gaelic word ‘Assaranca’ translates to the English word ‘Waterfall’ 😂
The truth is that something so beautiful doesn't really need a fancy name or even a name at all to be appreciated by everyone who witnesses it.......
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Here is one that I am quite pleased with how it came out. Finally having clouds instead of blank blue skies and drought. The morning started with fog being lifted by the sun and these clouds All day long. Problem was that I couldn't figure out where to go. So much overthinking and never actually leaving. So this local barn was an answer to stay local. Also will post a good one of the Poole house soon.
3/4 DC Superhero Girls Wonder Woman
3/9 Cedar Wood
3/12 Mirror Beach Ashlynn Ella
3/12 Duchess Swan
3/12 Madeline Hatter
3/12 Briar Beauty
3/19 Raven Queen
3/20 Dragon Games Raven Queen
3/29 DC Superhero Girls Bumblebee
-Another great month for dolls 😬. I've literally been drooling over DC Superhero Girls for MONTHS, so I was happy when I got Wonder Woman. I'm obsessed! Their hair is super silky, and has no product. I can't wait to get the rest.
- I ordered Cedar Wood first edition because I decided to get the basics for EAH (as you can see, I started last month with Faybelle), Cedar was one of those who I was sure I would have to overpay for their first edition. One morning however, I woke up and checked eBay and saw a great listing for a great price so I didn't overthink and just bought her. I'm glad I did, she came quickly and is quite beautiful, no wonder people overpay for her first edition.
- I had actually won Duchess Swan and MB Ashlynn on an eBay auction back towards the end of February and took them 2 weeks to get here. I was a bit bummed out, for $9 shipping, I would've expected it to get here sooner, plus when I opened Duchess, her lipstick was smudged 😐. It's a shame considering she's one of my favorite characters, either way though, still a beauty. I didn't really care for Ashlynn though, she was just a bonus for getting Duchess.
-Next, I bought Maddie and Briar! They came together, for $36 they were a great price in my opinion.
- I also ordered Raven about a week later (don't you just love eBay?!), my mom actually bought her for me. She, like Cedar, was one of those characters I knew I would have to overpay for, but I very luckily stumbled upon a great listing and found her for $20. She's perfect, and her hair is so silky, AND she completed the original 4!
- My mom and I went to a strip mall with a Ross, Marshalls and Kmart all next to each other. They had SO MANY COOL DOLLS AT ROSS (Sugar Coated, Rosabella, Way Too Wonderland), but I decided to control myself and check my options. Marshalls only had a bunch of Amanita Nightshades. But at Kmart I found what I was looking for, Dragon Games! I want to complete the set ASAP, since Mattel has been shipping out new batches of DG dolls that don't come with brushes or stands. There, they only had a bunch of Hollys and one single Raven so I snatcher up. When the cashier scanned her, she rang up to be $10! A great price don't you think? If Darling was there, I would've gone back to get her too.
-Last but not least, DC Superhero Girls Bumblebee. She's my second favorite doll from the line-up, and it seems that everyone's target is either cleared out of DCSHG, or only has tons of Bumblebees. At my Target, there was a bunch of her and one Ivy, but Bumble is my girl!
Over all I'm pleased with this month, next month, I hope to continue getting the signature EAH characters and getting some more superheroes. Right now, Signature Cerise, Blondie and Cupid are at the top of my priority list. Also, I hope to find more of the DC Superhero Girls Dolls and Figures (at first, I had absolutely no interest in the figures, but taking a second look at them, I actually quite like them, and like the weirdo that I am, I'll probably carry them around with them everywhere.)
14 05 22
Orange for youth
Ignorance in tangerine
a burnt dream
one I used to love
electric blue is now
current and alive
I feel and hold
reluctant insanity
dead darkness
a future yet
to be painted
an unloved
unknowable
sarcastic
sadistic
endless
scream
reset expectations
regulate reams
undo undids
until decades
decant
into memories
shrug with chocolate
run until sickness
stare into pain
think overthink
talk to them
need someone
sink
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I take a self portrait and write a poem for my birthdays. Today is such a day.
Savage Scripture
Dear Kings
They Will always Seek your Crown, They will always Want your Kingdom, They will always want the Prize you have. Heavy is the Head, that saying has never been truer than this day and age But, Remember this, You are The King of yours, and you are a God amongst These Weaker men, Hold that Heavy Head up, and Step over them as we should. Never sacrifice your Shine!
WEEK 39 – Covington Kroger Closing, Set 2
(cont.) …next door in another nearby aisle, we find some millennium-era green warehouse-style shelving to match. This all harkens back to my discussion from three photos ago (aka the top of today’s set), where I mentioned that I’m not sure whether or not this store had millennium décor at any point before its script décor days. Since millennium was immediately followed by script, such a quick turnaround in décor packages would seem strange; however, it’s also worth noting that millennium was around as early as the late 90s, so if theoretically this store was remodeled to it right around that time, another remodel in 2007 wouldn’t feel too far out of the question.
All of that said, however, another, much simpler possibility that I’m just now realizing would probably be the best explanation: it could very well be that these shelves were brought into the store separate from any major décor swap, and it’s simply because they were introduced during the millennium décor *era* that they bear those colors. Nothing says the walls ever actually had to match the shelves, haha! (As always, I tend to overthink these sorts of things XD )
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These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)