how original

So I am sick, which is fun, and perhaps an explanation for why I've been sleeping like a narcoleptic zombie for most of the past week. Yay.

Anyway, I've been wandering around my computer aimlessly, and I stumbled across this, and decided to post it for kicks -- it's sort of interesting, in a brain-archaeology kind of way. It started as me keeping a "director's notebook" for a production class (fuck, two years ago now) -- basically, our teacher had us just jot down whatever popped into our heads that was even vaguely related to our exercises, films and/or stories, and/or whatever we felt like -- and then I just kept jotting things down after that (it was easier once I had a place for it; usually I just ended up with a pile of little scraps of paper). Mine mostly tended towards untethered thoughts and intriguing concepts, sometimes little moments I witnessed in RL, sometimes just images that I liked. Anyway, the first half is the notebook; the latter is my current "original stories" file (I also have ones for fic ideas, vid ideas, and other observations [which crosses over with the original file sometimes]). Enjoy?

( warning: contains pretentious Ivy League thought processes, zombies, overthinking it, too many references to genre theory and links to Wikipedia, and emoticons )

that is all

My dad does this thing where he still buys groceries and cooks as if he's feeding three growing teenage girls who do soccer three or four times a week, plus himself, plus my mom back when she was in her forties and also doing soccer three or four times a week (my mom's awesome, what can I say), no matter how often we remind him that this is not the case. It's terribly annoying.

Anyway, the point of this post really isn't to bitch about my dad, who is a lovely man despite his grocery shopping habits. But he does buy just massive amounts of white grapes, for example. Luckily, that of all fruits is probably best; once they start going squishy, you can just throw them in the freezer, and they make a really awesome snack for when it's 112 degrees outside and you're also running a slight fever.

Mmm, frozen grapes.