“So, maybe he’s got like a cheerful mental hold on you.”

My first movie.  (I know it wasn’t necessary to state this after allowing you to view it.  Humor me.)  I feel so naked, letting you see my happy place.  The lights are dimmable, and each dot you see is an individual (RGB) light I can control individually with my phone via Bluetooth.   Or I can make it all one color.

I used channels to diffuse and mount two 16.4′ strips.  I’ll provide a list of links to purchase a less nerdy solution I’ve tested working on both IOS and Android devices.  (Computer nerds don’t need links.)

RGB LED strip

Bluetooth controller

Power supply (up to 2 strips tested working.)

There are less expensive options, such as buying directly from China or using eBay.  The section where it’s dark is where I connected the strips.  Also, this is after my Star Wars memorabilia purge.  M. said he didn’t notice I gave any away.  (Sometimes I do get the hint.)  I’m going to start leaving vintage and current Star Wars figures in random places around town with little “Take me home” stickers on them.

I’m all about making everything fun, whenever possible.  My gift to people who pay attention to their surroundings, I guess.  Heh.  Fifteen days until the release of Oathbringer, by Brandon Sanderson.  This is even bigger than the new Star Wars film to me.  Novels reach me far more than movies.  (This is why I pronounce so many words wrong.)  I’m off to read.  🙃

(Edited to add crappy photos)

P.S.   I don’t know Stevie Nicks personally in this galaxy.  Only the one I imagined.

“It hit her in the head!”

It’s been an awesome day.  No other way to look at it.  I’ve been creating riffs on my acoustic guitar and they’ve just been flowing out of me.  Each one inspired by mistakes I made when trying to copy professional guitarists.  So I guess simplified riffs.  I’m a rhythm guitarist because it’s perfect for me.  (Even when I play RockBand 4 on my PS4, I freeze on the solos.)

I’m a rhythm drummer, too.  I can’t even air drum with Phil Collins during his epic solo for In the Air Tonight.  My mind wanders too easily, or something.  When I practice drumming with music now, I have to pick songs I’ve never heard.  I can’t play along with Fleetwood Mac for an entire song because I start listening to Mick Fleetwood and the singing, etc. instead of playing in sync.  I end up sitting there holding the sticks as if I’m about to strike and listening to the song.

I’ve worn through my third pair of gloves.  I’ve been using the fake leather ones by Ahead.  I see duct tape in my future (since they’re $40 a pair.)  I played along with a bunch of country songs since I don’t listen to country music.  The only time I did was when I had a roommate in the Army who did.  She introduced me to Brooks and Dunn, Trisha Yearwood, Garth Brooks, etc.  I like country music.  I just like rock more.  I love the song, What If by Kane Brown ft. Lauren Alaina.

I like Slow Hands by Niall Horan, too.  I love his voice.  And something new from Garth Brooks.  I have a fantastic memory from a pub in the middle of nowhere in southern Germany.  I was with a small group of soldiers (out of uniform) and soon after we entered, Friends in Low Places came on the jukebox.  Every person in there sang along (loudly) in English, word for word, (of course I joined in.)  It was like a hug from Germany.  We were worried nobody would admit to speaking English and were trying to remember our newly acquired (and limited) German.

I installed the first half of my Halloween decorations last night.  It’s my creepy window.  A backlit woman screaming with eyes bugging out, and a ghoulish looking dude with heavy facial features and a greenish hue.  It looks wicked at night from the outside.  During the daytime, it looks awesome from the inside.  I forgot to look from the street on my way to work, so I’m not sure how well it looks from a distance.  I have a projector and some FX material to project horrors onto other windows, or to create them holographically by draping it over something or hanging it from the ceiling.

I have a killer sinus headache that won’t go away (despite my doing nothing about it.)  😂 I’m debating on a neti pot (it always ends in tears,) or a heating pad.  Or some wasabi sauce… That might work…  I’m off to determine the most fun method of ridding myself of this nagging pain.  Then I can continue reading, Sleeping Beauties, by Owen and Stephen King.  Yay.

“Excuse me, do you happen to know the gentleman across the hall?”

M. got a dog.  We’re dog people, now.  Dog people who happen to be owned by a cat.  I have no idea what breed other than mutt.  She’s medium-sized and 14 months old.  Her name is Tallulah.  Yep.  I picked it.  I’m a habitual nicknamer.  I’ve been calling her Tallulah-Hula-Loo.  (Say it!  It’s fun!)  Amelia Bedelia knows I mean business if I use her full name, but she also responds to Emmy, Purrminator, and Sir-Sheds-A-Lot.  M. usually calls her, “Get Down.”

Amelia Bedelia hid from Tallulah until we stopped encouraging her to come out.  Then she approached slowly, tail swishing.  Tallulah closed the distance, sniffed her, then licked her.  Amelia Bedelia smacked her on the nose, held her paw like she had another one loaded, then lay down.  (They cuddled all day on my bed.)  I imagine Amelia Bedelia was thinking, “Bitch, you don’t know me!  Do you need a remedial lesson, or are we good?  Right, then.  Let’s go guard the bed.”

M. took Tallulah to the pet store to get supplies and food.  I remember when I brought Amelia Bedelia there on her way home for the first time.  She was a teeny, tiny, timid, furry mess, but she let me carry her around the store without trying to make a break for it.  She cleaned up wonderfully and traded timidity for sweet and sassiness.  She grew, but she’s still tiny.  I love her so much.

I told him to get me a little shovel because I’m not picking up fresh ones with a mere plastic bag separation.  I know it’s irrational, but I don’t care.  If the aliens are watching, I want them to at least see me using a tool while serving Dog.  (First impressions, and all that.) M. wants to move in (officially.)  He has some beautiful furniture.  I have the electronics, art, and linen covered.  I’m mentally preparing myself for the changes.

He lives in a one-bedroom loft right now.  He has no art at all.  It’s probably partially due to his long working hours.  I guess I haven’t been inside very many homes because I thought everyone had some art.  (He’s a good singer and dancer, so I didn’t let it freak me out too much.)  He likes my art, which works for me.  M. teases me and says my decor style is carefully-arranged eclectic.  In reality, my decor is Geek Chic.  Basically, it’s lots of musical instruments, gadgets, and screens.  Oh, my!

I balance out the action figures with books and art and use a lot of colorful LED lighting.  Everywhere I look, there’s a reason to smile.  I should just call it, “Happy.”  I’m off to wait for the dog to return.  And M.  🙃

George, your cousin Shelly is talking to you!

I’m in the planning stage of another Great Purge of Possessions.  Watching Tiny Houses makes me hate most of my stuff.  I’d love to design one, but I never get very far in the process before realizing it’s no longer tiny.  I saw one recently where the owner was a nerd.  It was my favorite episode so far.  He integrated gadgets and automation with thoughtful planning and created a (too) masculine nerd cave.  It led to my imagining what I would have done differently, which led to my again acknowledging a tiny house would be a disaster for me.  Cut to my tiny house laying on its side, laptops strewed everywhere, and my maniacal laughter floating on the wind, in the middle of the prairie.  There, saved time and money.

I do like the option of being able to take my house with me, but then I remembered I have a tent.  It was an impulse purchase.  I created a bugout bag and figured I may as well add shelter.  (Zombies.)  I’m not outdoorsy, (the Army ruined outside for me.)  I’ve fantasized about living in a habitat hovering over the surface of an alien planet, where going outside was really viewing a superbly lush and detailed holographic projection of an imagined landscape around my treadmill.  I’ve also fantasized about my walls being screens that could also make the room and furniture skinnable.  (Like living in a green screen studio.)  Well, I may as well spill it all.  I want life-sized Lego blocks made of a super-strong, lightweight material that probably doesn’t exist yet.  Along with specialized blocks for utilities.  Then I want some of those stilts worn on HGTV when they’re scraping the 80’s off the ceiling so I could build my own house.

Think of the possibilities.  Interior Decorators could use Minecraft as a design tool.  People could create artisan blocks and sell them on Etsy.  Of course, there would be Star Wars themed bricks.  (I would build a Firefly shaped house in a heartbeat.)  When people get married, they can combine their bricks.  Grandma can knit you a brick cozy.  Bling bricks for the wealthy.   Emergency self-inflating bricks made of recycled materials to shelter from disasters.  And a show on HGTV.  Hosted by Chip and Jo from Fixer Upper.  Because I’m sure they have time, between the business, show, kids, animals, and life.  Well, maybe just a 1-hour special annually.  Or a contest to see who built the coolest Lego home that year.  Yeah.  I’m liking this more and more.  An organic material that allows grass to grow up the sides and on the roof.  Water collection bricks that purify rainwater and recycle waste water.

The ideas keep coming.  Perhaps magnetic sealing between bricks.  That sparks a whole other tangent.  I can tell I’ll be obsessing over this for a while.  In the meantime, I need to get rid of The Everything.  Back to purging.

A lesser Babka

The whole battle between the government and tech companies reminds me of Jurassic Park.  The government, (velociraptor) constantly tests the security barrier from various points, trying to find a weak point for an attack.  I got a notice in email that my free Samsung VR headset will be here Friday.  Yay.  If you want some, but didn’t get the offer, just watch eBay, and Craigslist for the next 60 days.  Plenty of people will be selling them in mint or near mint condition for a good price.  I’m thinking it’ll hover around $73 if your timing is right.  That’s a good chunk off the $99 retail price.  Or, you can just wait a year, and get the pair that will set the standard.  Pretty sure it’ll be the Oculus.

Sony was the first leader in VR headsets, but it was when too few cared about VR.  This time around, I think it’ll, (VR in general) catch a loyal crowd who will then keep it relevant.  We needed the 3D movie (3rd?) attempt before we were ready to try it with our phones/consoles/computers.  The last 3 words in that sentence explain why I think it’ll take this time.  I’m going to be hacking mine to work with my glasses.  I’ll switch to contacts when they’re eye drops.

I’m feeling overwhelmed because I have too much stuff.  I’m going to start photographing things I like, but don’t want to keep.  I’ve used this method since I was a kid, and it helps.  Plus, a surprising amount of memory is attached to our surroundings, including our stuff.  Going through photos of things you owned years ago is cathartic.  Storing them in the cloud makes them accessible on all of my devices, and takes up no space.  I also burn them to a disc that I store in an album annually.  It’s probably a little obsessive, but I don’t mind.  After I’m rid of about 75% of my stuff, I’ll rearrange the furniture in my bedroom.  Or more accurately, remove furniture from my bedroom.

I’m not a minimalist, but I’m a neat freak.  I put most emphasis on making my space as trip proof as possible.  I’m trying to make it through the rest of my life without breaking any more toes.  Some stuff I’ll just toss.  All the samples from Sephora that I meant to use.  Old magazines.  I should probably do something about all the computer peripherals and parts I’ve accumulated.  I own far too many gaming keyboards, speakers, headphones, and LCD monitors.  I’ll sell or give away things that others want, and toss the rest.  It’ll take a while, but it’ll be worth it.