Showing posts with label random observations. Show all posts
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Zoom Escaper Proves That We Are Still Broken Inside

Zoom Escaper is an app that you can use to sabotage your Zoom feed and get out of your online meetings or disastrous group Zoom hangs.

Comrades! Have we learned nothing from this past year of pandemic exhaustion and Zoom exhaustion and so much exhaustion and giving everyone lots of allowances for self care and managing their own capacity to engage?

Aside from some pretty narrow instances of actual obligation, it should not be a big ask to get some understanding that you don't want to be on a Zoom call, and yet instead people are needing to make it look like their internet isn't working to get a break?

This is not the way life should be, my friends!


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Is Anyone Actually Impressed by the Number of Countries You've Been To?

As I get older, I have noticed a drastic increase in the number of men whose entire online dating profile is about the countries they have been to and oh dear me, are the only ones who are left are the ones who spent all their adult years travelling and have no roots or community or stability or sense of home and think that the number of countries they have been to actually makes them a more interesting person?

Either that, or there's the guy who shared that his wife died of cancer three months ago and now he's looking for a new partner. THREE MONTHS AGO.

Three.

I just...


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On High School and Futility

An animated gif video clip of Jerry Seinfeld on a red carpet interview saying "Do you ever pull out your high school yearbook and think 'that was great! Let me go back and relive those four years!'"
E! Online

A story about futility:

My high school grad class has a Facebook group. I left this group years ago, because, well, do I need a reason to leave a Facebook group for my high school grad class?

HOWEVER, recently, some friends from those days who I do keep in touch with mentioned that there was a thread on the group where everyone was posting life updates and that it was a fun opportunity to spy on everyone's lives.

I figured what the heck, if social media is good for anything, it's spying on other people's lives. I LOVE spying on other people's lives! I rejoined.

Well.

These 126 life updates were EXACTLY the same: marriage status (married or divorced), number of children, and what city they live in. THAT'S IT. The big variation was some people adding in what kind of work they do.

A "fun opportunity to spy", indeed! Everyone (with two exceptions) has the exact same life!

I GET IT. Our relationships and family status are very significant parts of our lives, especially if you're in the thick of raising three kids. But the fact that none of them seemed to think ANYTHING else about their lives was interesting or worth sharing??? AT ALL??? I'm sure at least some of these people have picked up fun new hobbies or had some big accomplishments in the last 18 years!

Ugh.

I wasn't going to even engage with it, but then I thought, you know what, I will. I'm going to post an update about my life and I'm not even going to mention relationships or kids because they are not the only things that matter in life. I posted a cute photo of me and my cat (obvi) and gave an update that included my work, an accomplishment, and a hobby. So well-rounded! That'll show 'em!

A few minutes later, a comment! 

It was brief: "marriage family kids ?"

That's it. That's all the words and the exact punctuation.

I laaaaaaaauuuuuughed.

At myself for thinking that I was really making a bold statement about the value of life outside of marriage and children with one little Facebook comment.

At them for being the perfect example of the opposite.

At all of us, for existing in the world.


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Do I Have a Weird Internal Process for Turning Calendar Pages?

An animated gif illustration showing a drawing of a wall calendar on a wall with blue and white stripes. The pages of the calendar rip off one by one, showing each month. The images for each month progress through a bare patch of land and then a house being built.
Thoka Maer.

I feel like my internal process when it comes to turning calendar pages is weird. Here's an example month of my process, assuming that it's a brand new calendar page on day one. Does anyone else do this?

1: Turn new calendar page, feel a small endorphin hit from the freshness of a new month and seeing a new picture. Want that hit again, but know it won't come for another month.
2:
3:
4: Wonder if it's time to change the calendar page. No, turns out it has only been a few days.
5: Okay, but NOW it's time to change the page? NO?
6:
7:
8:
9:
10:
11:
12:
13:
14:
15: It's been a while, time to change the calendar page now?
16:
17:
18:
19:
20:
21:
22: Ugh, a month is SO LONG.
23:
24:
25:
26:
27:
28: Just a few days!
29:
30:
31:
1: Completely forget about the passage of time or the existence of calendars.
2:
3:
4:
5:
6:
7:
8: Oh yeah, the calendar! [flips page, process repeats.]


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By Now, I Should Have a Doctorate, So I'm Claiming It

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Here's a fun thing I realized: I basically transitioned straight from being a teenager and young adult who would hold her face inches from a mirror examining her acne to an adult (am I still a young adult or am I just an adult now?) who holds her face inches from a mirror scrutinizing her skin for fine lines and for whisker hairs PLUS still the occasional acne outbreak.

I wonder, at what point did I put in my 10,000 hours of up-close skin-surveillance? Maybe I should find an honorific to communicate this expertise with the world.

Yes, I am Andrea Loewen, SS (Skin Scrutiny).


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I Am Living My Nightmare

A photo where all you can see is a blur of light and smoke in the middle with darkness around the edges. It's abstract and looks spooky and nightmarish.
Photo by JR Korpa.

I just realized that I am living the life I DREADED as a teen: in my mid-thirties, single, living alone, and I work in an office. (If you didn't read the word "office" with total disdain, go back and read it that way again. That's teen Andrea.)

These conditions were basically the worst things I could imagine.

Obviously, there are also things about my life that are great-great-great to the point that even my teenage self could have been excited for them. (I wrote a book! I have a cat who is almost as co-dependent for me as I am for her! I have lots of friends and we love each other deeply!) (I would also mention my amazing family, but teenage Andrea already had this amazing family, so it's not new.)

Still, the bones of my life are such that 15-year-old Andrea would have wailed in despair and possibly given up on EVERYTHING. (Why yes, I was voted "Drama Queen" in my graduating year, why do you ask?)

Sometimes I have a moment of realizing I'm living my past dreams. Those moments help me appreciate what I've got more. As it turns out, however, I'm also living my past nightmare.

Don't worry, it doesn't make me feel bad. It's kind of funny, I guess? That I catastrophized this totally reasonable existence as something that would mean my life was OVER? When really, it's life, so it's a mixture of great, sad, exciting, boring, meaningful, disappointing, and fine.

So apparently if I could go back and tell my past self anything, it's that my nightmare life is fine.

An animated gif of a woman holding two beers and clinking them together, cheersing herself.
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But Really Just Tired

A photo of a woman leaning against a wall with her eyes closed beside a large window. She is bathed in sunlight.
Photo by Stacey Gabrielle Koenitz Rozells.


I was just going through some old notes, and I found a list I had made where I just wrote down anything to do with my own personal identity that came to mind, no filter.

One of the things on the list said, "trying to be enlightened but really just tired."

Feeling it.


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The COVID Show

A photo of a woman out on the street with a patterned fabric mask on to protect from COVID. She is standing with her bike.
Photo by Thomas de LUZE.

Has anyone else noticed that there are two aspects to our COVID precautions?

There are the actual precautions and then there is the performance of the precautions.

The precautions themselves are pretty straightforward:

- we meet up with friends in a park and stay six feet apart, each bringing our own snacks.

- we wash our hands for 20 seconds when we get to our workplace, which is fully set up for safe physical distancing.

- we carefully pick a friend to "bubble" with, ensuring that we are on the same page about precautions and comfort levels.

- we wear face masks when we go grocery shopping.

Then there's the performance:

- when we take a selfie at that park hang, we stand a lot more than six feet apart so that it is really obvious in the picture.

- all of our social media posts have captions like, "a wonderful (distanced, outdoor) hang!" and "bubble buddies!"

- we make a point of sanitizing parts of our workstation that we haven't touched in weeks and probably won't touch today just so any coworker who is paying attention can see that we are keeping it clean!

- we don't hug a friend who is actually in our bubble, because we're out somewhere people might not know we are bubbled and we don't want to give the wrong idea.

- we simply don't post about something because it might not be totally obvious that we followed the rules and we don't want to give anyone scrolling past the wrong idea.

Our showy demonstration of following the rules is part avoiding judgement and part subtly making a point to everyone else. The performance is, in many ways, as important as actually following the rules: it reinforces our social contract for safety and lets everyone know we aren't making things worse.

I love to see it.


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Bringing That Big COVID Energy

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I think COVID may have completely changed my capacity for busyness.

This past weekend I had two things: on Saturday, a stagette for a friend. On Sunday, a birthday celebration.

(Insert here the necessary disclaimer that both gatherings were fully pandemic-style and followed all the rules for what we are allowed to do in my province to gather safely! As a result, both were also relatively chill backyard gatherings.)

Today? I am DONE. I feel like I could use a full day off to recover from all that socializing. All those two whole things that I did over the course of a weekend.

It's Big COVID Energy: summoning everything you've got to essentially sit in a backyard or park with some people and then feeling totally drained from the effort.

It's sort of like when I was in deep grief over the end of my last relationship and had no energy to do anything, except that now I am not heavy-laden with all that sadness. (Thank goodness.)

Actually, the fun truth is that last year around this time I was emerging from that mourning and embarking on a Summer of Fun to reclaim the joy in my life. Meanwhile, this summer I, along with the rest of the world, have been constrained back into a life that closely resembles last year's grief-laden existence.

What an on-the-nose reminder that we truly never know what is going to happen.


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Word Games for Fun and Creativity

Twitter gave me some ideas for word games that might even be creativity boosters
Photo by Jelleke Vanooteghem.

I've come across a few fun word games lately that I think would make great creativity practices.

The first comes from Lifehacker, and it's an insult generator. Take any noun, and add the words "you absolute" in front of it. Now it's an insult. It doesn't take a whole lot of creativity to come up with a list, but it sure does get you seeing words differently.

Examples:

You absolute mug.
You absolute flower-handled scissors.
You absolute construction site.
You absolute raindrop.
You absolute weed.
You absolute backpack.

Even if you put something that is technically nice, it kind of sounds back-handed at best:

You absolute ray of sunshine.
You absolute gift.
You absolute flower petal.
You absolute cup of tea.
You absolute informational brochure.

The next comes from The Bloggess, who tweeted about a woman who called the game Fortnight "Fork Knife". Her followers replied with an epic array of mispronounced and forgotten words, like when they said "salad sauce" instead of salad dressing. The game that comes of this is to pretend you've forgotten the word for some everyday item or activity. How would you describe it instead? Keep going. Get weird.

Example: Let's say I forgot the word for a spatula. How else could I describe it?

Food-mover.
Rubber pushy thing.
Soft flipper.
Kitchen microphone.
Scraper.
Batter-stealer.
Food squeegee.

It probably won't be even close to the hilarity of The Bloggess' collection, but that's like comparing a brainstorm list to the final cut of Whose Line is it Anyways? Also, it's beside the point. The point is to think about words and descriptors in different ways.


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From iPhone to Android: A Journey

Photo by Billy Brown

I guess you could say that I've always been an iPhone user.

Actually, that's an entirely misleading statement. Smartphones weren't even invented until I was graduating university, and then I didn't get one for several more years after that.

So I guess you could really say that I've been an iPhone user since I let my intense desire to maintain a constant connection to the internet outweigh my cheapness, about 6 years ago.

But now! Now it's all different! Things have CHANGED!

It all started last month when my iPhone decided that it wanted to stay in Serbia. (It's true! I was getting out of a cab, and instead of coming with me like it was supposed to, it said, "See you later, lady! I want to keep this traveling lifestyle alive!") (Clearly, this is not my nice way of skirting around losing my phone like a dummy. Nope, my phone made its own choices.)

I was already annoyed with Apple for the usual proprietary nonsense, planned obsolescence, and the whole getting-rid-of-the-headphone-jack-and-pretending-people-want-that thing. Combine that with the fact that I JUST WENT TO EUROPE and had NO MONEY, and I looked up the cost of buying an unlocked, used Android instead. That's when I learned what every Android user already knows: I could get a phone that was superior in most ways for half the price. I welcomed an LG G5 into my life, and I didn't look back.

Except that I looked back a lot, because I kept comparing my new phone to my old phone.

Here's what I didn't know:

Like a Vampire, iMessage is Hard to Kill

When I put my sim card in my new phone, I just assumed that all my text messages would come on through because that's what sim cards do. They are magical little pieces of plastic that connect you to everyone you love as well as the other people in your life. Silly me! I forgot that Apple likes to take hold of you and never let go, and that iMessage is SPECIAL and different than texting. iMessage is saved to your iCloud account and doesn't just transfer over when you have a non-Apple phone. I noticed this when I sat down at my laptop (still connected to my iCloud account), and saw a bunch of messages that hadn't come through on my cell. WHAT THE WHAT???

Here's what I should have done: disable iMessage before getting rid of my iPhone. Since I didn't have the foresight to do so when I LOST MY PHONE, I had to do a bunch of googling and then found this page where you put in your phone number, get texted a confirmation code, and then can turn off iMessage.

Good thing this is common knowledge.

Transferring Contacts is Mostly Easy

I transferred my contacts over by logging into iCloud on my computer, downloading all my contacts as vcard files, and then bulk uploading those to my Gmail account. Blammo! It took a little poking around and syncing and re-syncing to get it to work, but at the end of the day, it was mostly painless.

There Are Some Things iPhone Does Better

First of all, despite it's vampiric qualities, iMessage is great and Android has no equivalent. I knew this would happen, but it was still kind of annoying when I had to start strong-arming my friends into WhatsApp or Facebook Messenger for group chats.

I also had way better control over my notifications on iPhone. I basically disabled everything, only getting notified of text messages and phone calls. On Android, I can turn off notifications, but the stupid badge numbers still show up!

The iTunes podcasting app is pretty much the best. I finally found what I consider to be the best alternative on Android: Podcast Addict. Its interface isn't nearly as pleasant, but it automatically creates playlists of the newest unplayed episodes, which is basically all I want.

Volume control. Instead of having a silencer switch on the side of my device that I can flick on and off at will, I now have to wake up my phone, swipe down the control panel, and then turn off sound. Extra steps are the bane of modern existence, y'all!

There Are Things My LG Does Better

The camera is way better. I love the wide lens option. This was one of the main reasons I went for an LG in the first place. The main things I do with my phone is take pictures and videos and then share them with people in different ways, so I wanted to take better pictures and videos!

Also, the selfie cam has all these options to take photos hands-free, which has dramatically increased the number of selfies I take. It's hard to say if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it is a thing.

The fingerprint reader works a zillion times better. My fingers had to be completely dry (not even a bit clammy) for it to work at all on my iPhone, but on my LG it works almost every time, even when my hand is legitimately wet. This is excellent for sweaty people like myself.

The knock code is also great! I can have my phone sitting next to me on the desk, tap a pattern on the screen, and it wakes up instantly. No need to press a button first or anything. It's a little thing, but it's just easier.

My wifi doesn't automatically connect to those gated portals at Starbucks and Chapters as I walk down the street!

Once I got used to them, the navigation buttons on the bottom of the screen became pretty awesome.

I can actually just transfer files between my phone and computer with a relative amount of ease! It's relatively easy!

It came with twice the memory of my iPhone AND I can expand the memory when I run out (which I will, did I mention I take a lot of photos?) I was constantly deleting things off my iPhone to avoid running out of space. Now I'm a maniacally laughing hoarder.

There Are Things That Are the Same

Mostly it's a phone and it mostly does all the same things. Because phones are phones. Or, should I say, phones are mini computers that also have phone functions and they mostly just differ in user interface.


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How many light sabers do YOU own?

Sometimes DIY blogs go into territory I never would have expected. I mean, it just didn't even occur to me that someone might have so many light sabers they needed to come up with a storage solution.

Star Wars Room, via Quite Contrary blog

I mean, hey, using a mop hanger rack is kind of brilliant! Well done, you Star Wars-loving folks.

And truly, no judgement for all the Star Wars stuff. My house is full of fossils and cat paraphernalia. I don't even have one leg of judgement to stand on.


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Ways in which I am a part of the problem

I like to think of myself as a person who is generally working to make things better. I care about equality and intersectionality and want to do what I can to burn down the patriarchy and protect the weak. I recycle and compost and unplug my electronics when they aren't in use. I am currently running an Indiegogo campaign to fight for electoral reform.

So sometimes it's easy to think that I'm pretty great and maybe (mayyyyybe) even better than some other people. That kind of thinking should make anyone's brain scream DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!

In light of this, now seems like as good a time as any to be open and honest about the ways in which I am the worst. The ways my brain is still racist or sexist and the ways in which I always do the right thing - unless it's inconvenient.

What are the ways in which I am still a part of the problem:

The other day, while talking about plays that tell stories from other cultures, I referred to stories about white people as "regular" stories. Because, you know, whiteness is regular and non-whiteness is "other". Yikes!

When I found out a friend of mine was dating a transperson, my first thought was, "Wow, I had no idea she would be okay with that!" And then I wondered about their genitals and how their sex worked. Because THAT is my business.

I only buy used clothes, partially because I'm cheap but equally in part for ethical reasons - unless it is inconvenient. Then I only buy clothes from stores with good, ethical practices - unless they are too expensive or Old Navy is having a sale.

I also only buy used clothes, unless someone else is buying the clothes for me. It's not like I can be blamed for the fact that they WANTED to take me to The Bay, right?

I think whitewashing in Hollywood is bad, but not so bad that I didn't pay money and go see Doctor Strange.

When speaking about a generic person, I still almost always default to using "he" - especially if it's a person in a traditionally male role. For example, the other day I stayed at home waiting for the "Telus Guy" who I had never spoken to, met, or heard the name of. Could have been a woman, but I assumed he would be a man because he was a technician.

I haven't asked where my TFSA investments are going. Oil? Munitions? Lalalalalala!

I sometimes walk circuitous routes to avoid running into one particular homeless person who I don't want to talk to.

When I read Ta-Nehisi Coates book Between the World and Me I felt defensive and annoyed every time he referred to "people who think they are white."

I am a vegetarian for ethical reasons, except that I eat poutine with real gravy. I have also purchased new leather items while being a vegetarian.

YIKES! You guys! Add it up and I am NOT so hot at this "good person" thing.

And those are just the things that I am aware of. Imagine all the things I don't even notice that I am doing.



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Are you superstitious?


I have always considered myself to not be very superstitious. Then I started thinking about all the little things my brain does and I realized that maybe I am very superstitious? Or maybe I just like patterns a lot and STILL have the overactive imagination of my childhood.

Here are the things I do that, at least from the outside, seem kind of superstitious:

When I'm walking on sidewalks I like to try to always step on the cracks or never step on the cracks or take the same number of steps per square, which is always impossible, so then I try to create a repeating pattern of steps.

I used to always try to pee faster than the microwave, when I would microwave things as a kid. Now I am very fast at peeing.

Holding my breath: over bridges, and through tunnels. Not the best idea while I'm the driver.

Remember as a kid, twisting the stem off an apple and counting the alphabet along with it to "find out" the first initial of the person you'd marry? I still do that. Not so much for its predictive powers, but because doing that trained me to not like eating apples with stems, and then I just automatically start doing the alphabet without even thinking about it. Perhaps I should start charting my results?

Making wishes when I blow out my candles.

When driving alone: have the keys ready and get in the car super fast before anyone (human or vampire) can grab my feet from under the car.

One day when I get married, I want to sit down at the exact same moment as my new husband at the reception, so that we die at the same time. (So romantic.)

I have, however, defeated the following superstitions! I no longer:

Sleep with my neck covered to protect myself from vampires or ghosts.

Walk into the bathroom cautiously first thing in the morning in case Bloody Mary is in the mirror.

Run up the basement steps in case a ghost is chasing me. (Usually.)

Check the back seat of a car for psychokillers before getting in to drive away. This is stupid though, I am being reckless and should really restart that practice.

Oh, and I walk under ladders like it's nobody's business. Because, screw you, safety!

What are your weird superstitions? What did you used to believe that you don't anymore?


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Living in La La Land

Last night I saw La La Land! It's a lovely, sweet movie and I have some thoughts to share. As per usual, I am not holding back on the spoilers, so SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT! Don't read on if you don't want to know what happens.


LA LA LAND: THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS

The opening number was so great, it did what all great musicals do and made me want to dance my way through life and car jams. I nearly burst into applause at the end of it. (Of course, that might just be my conditioning from seeing live musicals where you are supposed to applaud at the end of songs.)

From that first number on, I passed much time marvelling at the fun, playful, and just freaking magnificent choreography. I wondered who did it, and then dismissed the question assuming I would have no idea who the person was.

MANDY MOORE did the choreography guys! Mandy Moore! Respect points for Mandy Moore just went up a million!

The main song ('Mia & Sebastian's Theme') is one of the most beautiful pieces of music.

Of course, now I can't listen to it without seeing the tragic and perfect movie of what their life together would have been if they could get do it over and get rid of their mistakes. Oh man, the heartbreak. The 'what could have been'. But it isn't, and their lives are still good and that's good and also the worst thing ever.

Okay, okay, let's listen to it and feel the sadness of beauty together.


It was not the movie I expected. I expected a sort of Baz Lurman-style romance. A Moulin Rouge with less glitz and a happier ending. Instead I got a fascinating blend of reality, fantasy, and the suckiness of trying to live your dreams. (Which is truly sucky, ask anyone who's actually working at it.)

Of course, if it were anything like reality, Mia would have never achieved her dreams. She would have gone to her parents' house, figured out something else she was good at doing, gone back to school, and done that. This is the course of reality for most people pursuing an artistic dream.

But that's okay, I guess. This is a movie. Movies are always about the people whose dreams come true. Maybe we need to make movies about people who realize there is more to life than a dream?

Of course, they both learned there was more to life than the dream of their perfect life together.

The mixture of old timey glamour and modern-day, dirty LA was kind of amazing.

From the moment Mia agreed to perform her play in that theatre, I knew that she made a mistake. There were way too many seats in that theatre for a one woman show playing one night only by an unknown actress. Start small! Start intimate! Be close to your audience!

For this reason, and the fact that apparently her only publicity was sending a mass email to her friends and (I presume) casting directors, I think the turnout at her play was actually very good.

Did anyone else notice that, while the background performers were very diverse and likely represented the reality of LA's demographics, the only people who got to talk (except John Legend and the casting lady) were white? Sigh.

I could be wrong on that, as some actors were ambiguous looking. It's just sad that we're still in a world where people of colour make great, well, background colour, but don't get to be the subjects of stories we want to watch. (I know, I know, Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling were basically made to play these roles together and there are other movies in theatres now that contradict this statement, whatever, I'm just pointing out a symptom of an overall problem as represented here, okay?)


I literally just figured out that the "La La" in "La La Land" not only refers to living in la la land, but also the fact that they are in Los Angeles. LA! Get it? La la/LA? Oh man. The layers.

The John Legend character was supposed to be kind of a jerk, I think, but I think he was right. About jazz and progress, anyways.

Another problem I had with the movie: Mia is supposed to be a struggling actress, working in a coffee shop, and yet she drives a PRIUS and her dresses ALL come from The Land of Perfect Dresses. This is just not realistic. Maybe maybe maybe her parents bought her the Prius. But a true struggling actress would have a few pretty dresses to rotate through for special occasions. Especially one who wasn't even serving in a bar and getting sweet tips.

Also, did you notice how she was so pure and nostalgic that she wrote out the first draft of her play BY HAND? There was even one quick shot where you saw that she had an old film SLR camera. Good thing they were both obsessed with doing things the "old way" and aren't tainted by horrible technologies of convenience.

The blend of magical fantasy and reality worked in a way I didn't expect. They flew, for goodness' sake! Flew! That should have been atrocious, but it was just like a dream.


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Maleficent will suffer no fool, and neither will I

Addendum: I came across this gif and literally came up with this post just for an excuse to use it.

Drama queens shout for fun, amiright?

People who I want to shout "Fools!" at with multicoloured lighting crashing around me:

People who jog on the road instead of on the sidewalk. What are you trying to prove? Now we all have to worry about running into you with cars and bikes. (FOOLS!)

Anyone who pays so much for something that it is only a demonstration of status, as the product peaked in quality two decimal places ago. (FOOLS!)

Those who dislike Harry Potter. Why??? Who has been threatening you? (FOOLS!)

People who voluntarily don't eat cheese. (Sorry to my vegan friends - I officially respect your life choices, but when it comes to cheese, I just... I don't get.. It's too good... I... FOOLS!)

Climate change deniers. (FOOLS!)

Really anyone who ignores logical evidence in favour of their feelings. (WE ARE ALL FOOLS!)


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People can be divided into two categories

Those who must go in the water when they are at a lake or ocean, and those who are cool to hang on the beach.

Those who can't stand cilantro, and those who think it is delicious.

Those who wake up when their alarm first goes off and those who lie there and wish they were dead.

Those who can dunk a basketball in one leap from the other side of the court and those who claim this is an impossible request.

Those who collect fossils and those who do not.

Those who run for fun and those who are sane.

Those who drink tea and those who drink lava.

Those who eat breakfast every day and those who are constantly miserable.

Those who put in the effort to decorate their homes and those who pretend they are living in the witness protection program.

Those who love Harry Potter deeply and those who are very confusing to me as a person.



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