Here is Proof of some random head canon I’ve created. Nothing really this week.
For Wednesday Randomness, we’re talking about our search histories.
So…yeah. This should be interesting. These are the things I’ve searched for recently.
1. Can animals take Tramadol – Sometimes you need to know this stuff for research, people.
2. Tim Minchin – Let’s be honest…my love for this man knows no bounds.
3.YA blog tours – This is going to be a thing for me in the relatively nearish future.
4.How do you get rid of milia – I hate those little bastards. HATE THEM. Also, the answer is there really is no real way to get rid of them.
5 Arbor Society Grand Rapids – My Rowan tree died. 🙁
6. BBC Merlin – Do you think those pictures for the Friday blog posts look themselves up?
7. Who to call for the Saturn ignition recall – Fucking car…
8. Field Sobriety Test – Research. Accuracy is important.
9. Advair Diskus coupons – even with insurance that shit is 210$ a month.
10. How long does it take a rice cooker to cook brown rice? – Yes…I did lose my instruction booklet. Why do you ask?
11. Glass gem heirloom corn seeds for sale – for my attempt at a garden!
12. How often should you water seeds planted in organic seed starter mix? – Also gardeny stuff.
13. Apple Macbook – Hey…a girl can dream…
14. Jesus Christ Superstar National Tour Cast – This seems pretty self-explanatory. Also, the dude from the Sex Pistols is playing Herod!
15. Burning Man live feed – I was curious…
16. Sam Claflin – He’s pretty. I can’t help it.
17. How long does it take for a body to decompose in cold water? – Asking for a friend.
18. Rip Currents in Lake Michigan – helllooooooo research
19. How many students are enrolled at U of M? – more actual research
20. How do you spell the name of Thor’s hammer? – In case you’re wondering, it’s Mjölnir.
21. Parts of a sailboat – also research.
22. Nutrition information for So Delicious French Vanilla Coconut Creamer – trying to find a creamer substitute. *sigh*
23. Catchall – one word or two?
24. Do nsaids cause weight gain? Answer: taken in excess, they can.
25. Ichiban menu – that’s where we took Killian for his birthday supper.
26. Jamieson Shetland Heather Aran – Look, I like yarn. A lot.
27. Promotion code for Knitpicks – Look, I might have mentioned I like yarn a lot. I also like to get it as cheaply as possible.
28. Camelot Dyeworks – Okay, it’s more yarn. I admit it. I have a sickness, people.
29. Death Star pillow pattern – What? Christmas is coming…
30. Creature that feeds off of innocence – Research. Just research.
So, what kind of gems are hiding in your search history? Wanna see what the other WR bloggers have been searching? Click their names below!
As a young kid, I don’t have a lot of great school memories. I do remember cutting my own bangs during art class…but that wasn’t a particularly good memory. However, it did get my hair out of my eyes.
We moved a lot – between kindergarten and high school, I went to five different schools. I suppose that’s not a ton. I know a lot of people have gone to far more, and in a way, you get used to being the new kid.
I think my favorite elementary school was Riverbend. I loved the teachers I had there – Ms. Zanta for third grade and Mr. Velthouse for fourth. The playground backed up to an apple orchard. We weren’t supposed to go back there, but we always did. We played hide and go seek, tag, Little House on the Prairie…I wanted to play King Arthur and his Knights, but I never got any takers.
I don’t have any really great school memories until high school – mostly because the schools I attended from fifth through eighth grade were a special kind of hell. Think Mean Girls 70s style.
However, in ninth grade, we moved for the last time. And for the first time, I attended a Catholic school. Now, I was raised Catholic, but I had no damn clue what is was like to go to a Catholic school. My poor little public schoolgirl heart was shocked. And also weirdly delighted. I felt like I’d landed in some sort of bizarre social experiment.
I’d never seen nuns in the wild before. That was some serious culture shock – particularly since many of these women ruled their classrooms with ear twisting, ruler slapping, head cuffing, public shaming, and the finely tuned ability to wield guilt just as effectively as a ruler.
When I started my freshman year of high school, it was at a Catholic school. Having been to five public schools prior to high school, I had no idea what was in store for me. The only nun I’d ever met was the aging hippie who played guitar at the church my parents had taken me to.
The nuns at my new school were a surprise. Most wore habits – involving black and white coifs and veils and dresses and skirts in varying shades of blue or brown polyester depending on what order they belonged to. There was also Sister Michael Ellen aka The White Nun or the Library Nun who wore one of those giant, old school, white multilayered numbers.
Because of her particular habit, I was always a little afraid of her. She looked incredibly intimidating – not to mention mean, especially when she was walking quickly through the halls, her clothes billowing and her gianormous wooden rosary swinging wildly from her waist.
It didn’t help that it seemed she was always ordering the AV nun, Sister Mary Projector, (not her real name) around. Sister Mary Projector (I’m not sure if anyone actually knew her real name) was on an endless quest to deliver the filmstrip projector on the cart with the super squeaky wheel. But mostly, she just wandered up and down the halls never reaching her destination.
I had a theory that The White Nun was trying to keep Sister Mary Projector out of the library as much as possible by sending her to a room that didn’t exist because she’d always fall asleep and snore loudly, driving The White Nun batty. Once I followed Sister Mary Projector for an entire class period – she never delivered that cart anywhere.
Then there was Sister Rosine. At first, I thought she was just a sweet, little old lady. That was cleared up within the first five minutes of religion class when we were all seated alphabetically – except for the non-Catholics. They had to sit in the back of the room, because they were “going to hell, anyway.” There was also the day that she went on a tear about the color red. As far as she was concerned, it was a color reserved for Satanists and whores. Unfortunately, that was the day I’d chosen to wear a red sweater and had painted my nails bright read to match. So had my friend. We had to stand up and announce that we were “Brides of Satan.” Yeah. I know. It was insane.
And lastly, there was Sister Clarine – the biology nun – think white lab coat over a baby blue polyester dress and the most sensible of sensible shoes. The first time I saw her, she was standing outside the door to her room with a clipboard. The second time I saw her, she was draped with two, seven-foot boa constrictors. I promise you, there are fewer things more disconcerting than a sweet faced, little old lady wearing a a veil and covered in snakes.
In addition to nun antics, I also met several of my favorite people in the world at that school. My oldest and dearest friend, Margaret and my equally awesome and amazing friends Kelly and Paula. We’re still friends to this day, and that in and of itself is pretty damn impressive.
Margaret and I did musical theater together – The Wizard of Oz, Camelot and Grease together. Kelly, Margaret and I sang in the choir. And Paula and I laughed until we cried. A lot.
I also met Mr. Green there. Yep. The husband. That one. We were in a study hall together that was more like sit-around-and-gossip-and-play-cards for-an-hour-in-the-cafeteria than a traditional study hall. We met because he was an asshole. And trying to pitch Red Hot candies down the front of my blouse. I waited until the bell rang and everyone was getting up to leave and walked around the table. In retrospect, it was kind of sweet. He looked weirdly hopeful. And then I upended my Coke on his open Calculus book. That was one expensive book. But I didn’t have to pay for it. He did. Because he was an asshole.
However, he did (obviously) redeem himself considering that we just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary this year.
So, those are some of my fondest school memories. What are some of yours? Click the names of the other Wednesday Random bloggers to see theirs. I, for one, can’t wait!
This week, the Wednesday Random bloggers are blogging about some of our favorite book covers.
Let the parade of covers begin!
In no particular order, some of my favorites are:
I love the simple beauty of this cover – the colors, the delicate swirls, the glow, the slightly out of focus font. I love this one so much more than the more recent cover it was given.
The Wild Swans is one of my all time favorite fairy tales, but I also love Susan Jeffers’ illustrations. Also…she’s KNITTING! What’s not to love!?
Eyes Like Leaves (a deLint book I haven’t read, yet) is so freaking beautiful. I love everything about this – the Greenwoman, the foxes, the forest, the unearthly glow. It’s gorgeous.
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children is a creepy little cover, but I just love it. One of these days, I’ll get around to reading this one.
This is another one of my favorite fairy tales, and I really love P.J. Lynch’s illustrations – they sort of reminiscent of both Arthur Rackham and Michael Hague.
Here’s another example of Lynch’s work in another of my very favorite stories. The illustrations are stunning all the way through.
It’s no secret. I adore ravens. I also adore the hell out of this book. And I think this cover is just stunning. I’d hang this artwork on my wall if I could.
I love the this one – the vaguely Victorian looking clothing, the pale skin the spaced out drugged expressions. It’s got a weirdly creepy but beautiful look to it.
I love shadowy, dreamy, watercolory feel of this one. IRL, the cover has an almost metallic sheen, but unfortunately, that doesn’t translate well to pictures.
Another Charles deLint book – one of my faves – not his very best, but I love it anyway. I’d tracked this one done on ebay for the artwork since I’m a huge fan of Brian Froud. But I ended up reading the story, and I fell in love with deLint’s storytelling. There is nothing I don’t love about this cover.
Like Tithe, I love the simple beauty of this image – Autumn leaf, fire, the warm earthy colors against a stark black field – just beautiful.
And my list wouldn’t be complete without this stunning beauty. It’s the cover for my soon-to-be-released YA novel. There’s nothing I don’t love about this cover. The eerie blue light, the deserted stretch of Upper Peninsula road, the deer, the key, the girl. I just freaking LOVE it.
Click the names below to see what covers the other WR bloggers love.
Our brand new, 1976 Champion trailer backed up to a heavily wooded ravine where my brother and I spent most of our time playing. The trailer park was filled with a lot of hippies, college students and hippie college students. For the most part, everybody was pretty friendly, particularly the stoners, and it wasn’t a bad place to live. Our super-awesome babysitter, Suzanne, lived right next door and my mom’s friend Pragati would come over and cook Indian food for us while my mom helped her study.
One night, Pragati brought over her boyfriend. He was a psych student who was interested in the effects of divorce on children and this dude (can’t remember his name, but there was a major Tom Selleck mustache going on) wanted to know if I’d be interested in writing about my feelings. Well, I wasn’t interested in writing about my feelings, but even at the tender age of 8, I had trouble saying “no” to people. I’m sure no one here is shocked. The next day, Tom-Selleck-Mustache-Guy brought me my very first blue book – you know, the kind you use for essay tests in high school and college – and told me to write about my feelings and encouraged me to draw pictures if I wanted to. He went on ad nauseum about how it was okay to express my sadness and anger and how important it was to do that.
I sat outside under our picnic table (yes, I avoided the sun even then) carefully wrote my name on the cover, then I drew pictures of all the animals, trees and flowers in the ravine where I would have rather have been playing. After I filled in every available space on the cover, I opened the booklet to the lined pages and tried to write about my feelings. After about five minutes, I realized I didn’t want to write about my feelings. My feelings were fine. We were all happier after the split and it seemed stupid to pretend otherwise. I’m not saying that I didn’t miss my dad, but even as a kid, I could see that the whole divorce thing was a good idea. But this guy expected me to be crushed, in fact, it seemed like he not only expected me to be crushed but wanted me to feel that way. Jerk. Who knows – maybe he was writing a thesis paper and I was his subject.
So, I took my pencil and wrote. I wrote a story about a beautiful witch who lived in the deep forest in a small, stone cottage. She had a lot of pets – cats, dogs, cows, horses, mice, unicorns, deer, foxes and bears. She held lovely magical tea parties for the local children (who apparently lived in the forest…) and grew flowers and pumpkins in her garden. Unfortunately, a man with a mustache came to the witch’s little house in the woods and asked about her feelings. Her pet bears ate him.
Now, I’m not saying this is the moment when I knew I wanted to be a writer, but it was the moment I realized that written words made a difference. Tom-Selleck-Mustache-Guy went away and left me and my feelings alone. I knew then that there was power – a kind of magic – in stories, and I knew that I wanted to experience that kind of magic whether I was reading or writing it.