Tuesday, 28 February 2012

all is calm, all is bright

Abs I don't play music unless I'm driving, I don't have the TV on unless I'm watching my specific shows (and usually alone so there aren't any interruptions), and I don't use an iPod unless I'm running.

I prefer the soundtrack of my life in most situations. Whether that be the zrrooom of my iPhone alerts, or the typing sounds in my office, or the voices of those I love talking to me and near me and about me. My ears are always open, ready to receive intel.

And when there isn't noise? When the zrroom is quiet or the DVR has been emptied or the people I love are busy doing more important things than entertaining me? Then it's quiet and I don't mind it. Does my mind ever quiet? No, not really. But that's okay too.

Monday, 27 February 2012

Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!

 heatherThis week's Collective topic is: Does silence make you uncomfortable. Which: Ha! Ha ha ha! I don't even remember what silence sounds like on account of living with this little beast for the past three years.



Friday, 24 February 2012

I wish someone had told me

Abs Back up your computer files often and always. And then make back ups of those back ups. And then, when you start hearing that clicking sound--that sound that is not unlike if a grossy bug was inside your computer--to get it checked out (and backed up some more) right away because soon it will be dead due to a crashed hard drive and with it years of photos and important (yet embarrassing now) emails and papers and chat logs.

What about you guys? Tell us what advice you wish you'd be told years ago.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

wibbly wobbly

Jennie   Everyone learns the same rules before they go to college. Don’t go barefoot in the shower. Buy a hot pot and as much ramen as you can afford. Beer before liquor makes you sicker, liquor before beer, you’re in the clear. But no one tells you that you don’t have to have everything figured out right away. Or maybe they do, but you don’t believe them because you’re 18 and you think you know everything.

I wish someone had told me that I didn’t have to have everything figured out before moving forward on something, that I was allowed to make mistakes, and that even if when I made mistakes, things would be OK. EARTH TO JENNIE: it’s OK to make mistakes IT IS PART OF BEING A NORMAL HUMAN PERSON. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck standing still, because I’m trying to plan the perfect course of action before I take the first step.

I was talking to a coworker recently who just finished a writing class. I asked him if he liked the class, if he thought it had helped him write more, write better. He was unsure. He said he likes hanging out with other writers but that, at some point, he needs to stop taking classes and just write, that he needs to stop hiding behind writing classes. He told me about his friend who wanted to be an actor, who took class after class, but had never been to one audition because he thought he wasn’t yet good enough.

And it comes down to a matter of confidence, really. At what point do you decide that not only are you good enough, but that you’re also good? Eventually you have to stop worrying about if you’re really ready and just DO. Just write, just act, just design the shit out of some Star Wars koozies, if that’s what you want. You’re never going to become an expert at something by reading everything ever written about the subject, you just aren’t. You have to get in there, get your hands dirty, give yourself permission to suck. Because, guess what? You’re going to suck for a while. I don’t care if you have the greatest ideas ever, your first attempt is going to be terrible. And that’s OK. The next one will be better. IT’S OK TO MAKE MISTAKES.

This is something I still struggle with so, yes, I wish someone had said this to me sooner. If only we could harness the power of the TARDIS or a DeLoreon or even Calvin’s cardboard box and create PastMe, the opposite of FutureMe. I’d spam the shit out of Past!Jennie with so much advice, you have no idea.

WE HAVE TO GO BACK!

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

You're too smart to remember; you're too smart.

Forget the advice I wish I'd received earlier in life; what I need is advice RIGHT FUCKING NOW. About what? ABOUT EVERYTHING. To wit:

Am I really expected to wait until TWENTY FUCKING THIRTEEN for new episodes of Downton Abbey? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT? I will literally explode without more Downton Abbey. DOWNTON ABBEY.



What am I going to do if/when The Hunger Games sucks? My entire future happiness depends entirely on this movie. I'm serious. If it sucks, I will never be happy again waaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Should I give Winston a baby sister? What if he doesn't like her? What if she stresses him out and into an early grave?


(this one is for Arlene)

How do I stop showing up to work looking like a hobo?

How do I make that fancy apricot kugel everyone keeps talking about?

What should I read next?

Who's on first?

Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.