Reblogged from Snicker’s Mom:
This is my last entry on the WordPress Service at this URL. I’ve moved lock stock and barrel over to a new address on my own server here. If you like cutting and pasting the URL is www.jagrant.com/watcher.
I’ve no idea whether I can redirect this page over there, but in the meantime, head over and make yourself comfortable. The boxes and plaster dust will be cleaned up in a jiffy.
Today is my birthday. Nothing momentous; that was last year, capped off with a cruise in the Caribbean. I don’t have any insights or revelations today. There’s simply a sense of tranquility, something I’ve been sorely needing these past few weeks. One of my buddies (the IT maven) arrived Wednesday and another is due today. We’re taking things easy while my IT massages HP into health it hasn’t had since it left the
It’s amusing actually. I’m happy chirping at everybody “Today’s my birthday!” but don’t particularly care whether there’s a big dinner or a musical or Something Special to do as the younger me would have. Just marking another year without much fuss is good enough. Maturity is definitely a perk to getting older.
My IT is darkly muttering about buying flash drives for HP’s surgery so I need to head out. Meanwhile take a look at the lovely shiney posted by RAnet.com. Enjoy!
Several things are going on here or not. Mr. Muse and I got into a big roll; well, I fussed and he ignored me. Things have been a bit stressed lately and he’s refusing to be helpful. He’s a git, I tell you. But a good-looking git. Sigh.
Then I’m gearing up for company to arrive by plane and car (sadly no train) for my birthday this week. Okay, it’s April 1st, so get the jokes out of your system. It will be no joke when my IT pal arrives to migrate this blog to my server which I haven’t touched since the turn of the last century. I expect madcap hilarity to ensue. So don’t be surprised if this site goes down; it will be temporary. Hopefully.
In the interim, two topics landed in my lap courtesy of Twitter that I will work on while my IT does her magic. One concerns a writer meltdown that’s gone viral today. Mr. RA himself unwittingly presented the second topic. Oh, that one should be fun.
So watch this space and keep your fingers crossed during the migration.
I’ve been in bed, in my best writer swoon, trying to shake some malaise that’s been clinging for the past week. The downtime has given me a chance to read the fanfic of writers showcased during FanstRAvaganza. The talent and creativity has both amazed and given me food for thought as writer.
Appropriate for Surreal Saturday, I just spent a surreal hour grooming my pom Patty. She not only flopped on her back and allowed me to brush hardened bit of rubbish out of her tail, but remained calm while I used scissors and a brush to cut out matted fur and lightly groom. Anybody having dealt with this traumatized high-strung pooch would appreciate how shocking a development this is. She’s friendly sweet girl but hates for her tail and butt to be touched. Yet, there she lie grinning like it was just an unusual petting session. Then she climbed into my lap and dozed. Incredible.
Anyway, just realized I haven’t posted video *really* surreal and that this one might fit the bill. There’s nothing deep here, just 9 minutes 38 seconds of WTF. If the internet were made into a music video, would this be it? I hate to say it, but yes, yes it is – but they left out the hamster dance. Seriously NSFW.
Oh, and if you “get” many of the mash-ups, yeah, you’re old.
FanstRAvaganza 2 is supposedly over, but I’m cheered by the fact RAFrenzy continues on her blog. I know she’s playing catch-up due to logistics last week, but I get to squee just a few days longer. She’s focusing on The Voice. This is totally a win-win situation. Maybe we can get Traxy to contribute her edits, just to lend moral support, yes?
Oddly the biggest thing I miss after the initial rush of the event is – the banner.
This banner headed all the event posts. This is fantastic photoshopping. I understand enough about graphics to know a lot of effort was put into this banner. The composition,choice of profiles, font, design, color, everything – work beautifully together. Clients would pay good money for a product like this. The creator expressly does not want credit, but I just have to acknowledge her work and say, BRAVO.
Because of the length of the event, inspiration was everything. I derived a certain pleasure of inserting this banner into each day’s post, and admiring its artistry as I brainstormed ideas. Art can be inspirational and this banner was for me. It came in flavors of big, small colored and black and white too which I didn’t get to use. Alas.
I also miss how the event allowed me to experiment with blog composition more than I ordinarily would or even anticipated. The increased use of images meant paying close attention to the balance of negative and positive space. A reader is more likely to stop and read something aesthetically pleasing, than a jarring mash-up of words and pictures thrown onto the page without careful thought. So in addition to the topic, I had to consider which images were relevant to the post, how many, what size, how to place them and where, how did they look in comparison with the words and blank space on the page, and what would the captions say. Different arrangements created different tones. For example, Ann Marie’s ficlet required center stage, so specific images had to sparingly highlight the prose, not detract from it. Interestingly I spent more time editing the posts’ compositions than composing the topics. I suppose this is what its like to be your own copy editor.
I suppose in a way I was trying to turn each post into its own little work of art, to do justice to the banner it followed. Or it could be me, simply being anal and knowing the posts will be out there on the internet, cached in perpetuity. I hope for the first, but suspect the last. Heh, Mr. Muse is amused, the git.
Oh, almost forgot – shiney!
After the eight day orgy of pondering, analyzing, ogling and downright perving Guy, I wondered if I would respect myself in the morning. After the initial rush over having actually completed the project, I feel conflicted: glad it’s done, relieved to take a break, yet anxious to continue writing. My thoughts are a whirl. As the writers have all stated during FanstRAvaganza, it’s important to hone your craft by writing, writing, writing. Yes, I thought, I want to be like you when I grow up. I shall rise the day after and court my muse.
Sadly my muse isn’t feeling helpful. He grudgingly returned after I criticized his appearance, looking maddeningly the same. He peered over my shoulder throughout the fest, emitting smug grunts of approval as I toiled. He’s again sprawled, silent and juggling that Bag of Goodies. I wrack my brains for A Topic having nothing to do with all the fest reading I haven’t finished, my writing I haven’t dissected, and feelings I’ve yet to analyze. I recall a famous author once mentioning the curious letdown after a project is finished. What do writers do to revive themselves, to get the literary juices flowing again. They don’t really say. Apparently they don’t have arrogant silent muses convinced it’s all about them.
So bear with me Dear Reader. I probably fried my brain pawing through tens of Guy pictures and videos. Damn, that was a tough job. I anticipate spinning my wheels a bit until my gears slip back into place, sanity returns, and I plow through over 40 posts.
Meanwhile, here’s a another shiney.