“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.

The show is about nothing!

It’s 68 F here today.  It’s perfect.  Light breeze, sunny, low humidity.  I’ve been doing my chores while watching a Fixer Upper marathon on HGTV.  My sleep issues are bad enough now that I’m going to seriously put forth effort to eliminate them, starting tonight.  The only thing that’s really lacking from my sleep routine is closing my bedroom door with my cat on the outside.  She has several prime nap spots throughout my apartment, so she’ll adjust.  It’ll probably be harder on me than her.  If she cries, then I’ll let her in.  But other than crying, she’s kicked out from now on.  Sleep is just too necessary for my overall wellbeing.  I suspect that I’ll be less scatter-brained once I start sleeping regularly.

I have a pretty regular routine that’s otherwise working for me.  I think if I am asleep by 11PM and get up at 6AM, I’ll spend less time on obsessive behaviors that are overkill.  Such as when I wander about my apartment with a Swiffer duster, and dust everything.  It would be fine if I only did that once a day.  Or less.  But my mind disengages from the task to think about other things as I aimlessly dust.  It’s a step up from pacing, but not by much.  I do have allergies, so that’s probably good.  I think I might be craving mindfulness.  I didn’t see that coming.  Being efficient is important to me, so eliminating wasted time matters.  I did a 10 day forecast for Denver on a few sites, and one predicts light snow on Thursday and Friday.  While I love snow, it’s been so warm of late that I was planning to pack lightly and not bring a coat.  I think I’ll compromise and bring a hoodie.  I have my doubts about it snowing.  Probably because it’s so warm right now.

When I was changing my linens, my cat helped.  She was running around on my mattress while I was putting on the fitted sheet, and she went beneath it.  I put on 3 corners and then watched her chase my hand under the sheet.  It was so funny because she’s so vocal, and she was squeaking.  When she found her way out, I finished making my bed and she lay on my quilt and it looked so much like she was smiling.  I melted.  My cute little Purrminator.  She’s asleep on her tower of bad quilts right now, snoring.  My nephew is coming to visit, which is ridic considering I’m going there Friday, but I don’t mind.  He’ll be flying with me this time.  I can fly by myself easily, but he had something to do in Minneapolis, so he wanted to hang out and go with me.  He’s been working on some plans for my bed.  It’s going to be queen sized.  I prefer to feel enclosed when I sleep, so he’s doing a padded headboard that wraps around the sides a bit.  Then the footboard will also wrap around a bit, but will connect to the headboard above in a rounded arch.  It’ll all be upholstered in leather.  He said to imagine 2 Chesterfield sofas facing each other with a bed in the middle, and the backs of each sofa connecting in an arch above.

I can sort of visualize this.  I’ll probably float it in the middle of the room so that I can put my head at either end.  He’ll make a miniature version for my cat.  I’m leaning toward a cream colored leather with charcoal stitching.  The walls will be a light, pale pink.  I have to pick a rug and lamps.  I’m going to do a mural on the ceiling.  Surreal clouds.  Then I’ll choose a comfy reading chair and that’ll be it for my bedroom.  My closet was originally going to feature a swing in the middle.  That’s been scrapped, and instead I’m getting built ins for shoes, dressers, a bench, and big mirror.  I have an obscene number of t-shirts that I’ll be purging before I move.  But I use a flip-n-fold, and store them in baskets by color, so I’ll have cubbies for that.  Then drawers and hanging space.  He rendered it for me in 3D, so I have a good visual of how it’ll look.  I have to decide if I want to use wallpaper, paint, or leave exposed concrete and wood.

My floors are polished concrete in a light grey color.  I chose a high gloss.  I’m sure it will all come together later this summer.  My half bath has been finished for a while, and it’s bold and geeky-graphic.  I love it so much.  The toilet and pedestal sink are black, and there is black subway tile.  The ceiling is high gloss magenta.  It looks awesome.  The chandelier is cool, too. The mirror is oversized, and sculptural.  I have to find some hand towels for it, and am leaning toward getting black and white striped.  It’s Graphic-Geek-Whimsical in full effect.  It’s the first room I ever designed.  Here is the mural and similar products to get an idea:


The toilet and sink are the same high gloss black as the subway tile, and the floor is the same polished concrete as the rest of my place.  It’s the boldest room by far, but I haven’t done my playroom yet.  I’ll be getting in touch with my inner geeky, artistic collector in that room.  But for now, I only have to focus on paint colors and kitchen cabinets.  It’s nice having builders in the family.

Fixer Upper is pure awesomepuppymonkeybaby

Fixer Upper is my new favorite show.  I’m completely in love with the hosts, their children, and their farm animals.  It’s the best show HGTV has ever produced.  Even better than Property Brothers and Divine Design.  Who knew that was possible?  The hosts, husband and wife, are super talented, and watching them interact is awesome.  Seeing people whom you know are in love is a treat.  They’re hilarious, too.  They show outtakes often, much to my amusement.  They fix up houses instead of building new, which is smart.  They can make a barn into a high end home.  It’s amazing.  I’m watching it right now.

There was a commercial earlier that showed a big man jogging.  As he ran past the camera, you saw a little woman curled up on his back.  He stops, faces the camera, and says nobody likes a clinger.  Then they cut to a toilet with a more effective flushing mechanism, and repeat the fact that nobody likes a clinger.  I laughed so hard.  It’s brilliant.  I love it when they nail a commercial so effectively, and make me belly laugh.  It’s for an American Standard toilet.  The water flows from the top side of the bowl, which makes it clean itself whenever flushed.  I suspect it will eliminate the issue for which it was designed.  I kinda wish I could have listened in on the meeting where they discussed the necessity for this product.  It had to be at least a little funny.  I’m sure they had a lot of fun making the commercial, too.  Life is so much better when people don’t take it too seriously.