Indifferent Ignorance has started snowing, so it’s time my darlings for this classic carol.
And this one.
Honestly if I don’t post these somewhere at this time of year, assume I’ve died. Anyway now I am actually feeling quite Christmassy. The sun sets at 4pm; the shop I work part time in is full to the brim with stockings, cinnamon candles and novelty bedspreads; my freelance work is nearly done and I have even managed most of my shopping. I accidentally bankrupted myself in the process, because my brother and I are getting presents between us but I went a bit overboard with my debit card before he gave me any cash, but still. Christmas is nearly here and I’m not completely immune to the odd Micheal Bubble song.
That being said, I am worried (and by worried I mean ‘just fending off panic’) about the following:
- Getting visas in time for Asia
- Getting cash for petrol so my mum can use my car when I’m in Asia, thus making my extortionate insurance worth having
- Selling as many notebooks as possible this side of Christmas because they take up valuable wardrobe space (minimum orders of 100 units always seem like a great idea)
- Selling as much from my shop as possible this side of Christmas because although my mum has offered to send things out while I’m away, I’d rather clear as many of those 100 units as I can while I’m in the country because I have an irrational inability to delegate tasks and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to cope watching someone else parcel up my precious merchandise
- I’m on overtime at the shop next week (so byeee Christmas spirit) but because I’m leaving at New Year and I’m almost done freelancing I’m going to probably be broke as a joke when I’m back from Asia
- I’ve already eaten too much chocolate and it’s only the 14th.
I have control over roughly two-thirds of that list, so I’m going to nip back to freelancing, text my brother about visas and work on holiday promotion. And by work on holiday promotion I mean remind you all that UK customers can get free postage on orders over £8 with the coupon SNOWFLAKE16 until 3rd January, and that shipping will be UK-only from January through April so if you’re overseas and you like something, get a move on.
I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Mostly.
I found it quite disconcerting to watch yesterday’s news – at lunch there was news of France’s terrorist attack, then mid-afternoon brought rainbow flags and the happiest my Twitter timeline has ever been, then by dinner there was two more terror attacks and some plonkers against equal marriage tried to tell everyone that their country was in a bad state.
Hmm. Good thing we’re capable of multiple emotions in one go, eh. I keep smiling stupidly at all the rainbow sparkle vibes I’m feeling while listening to a conversation about Tunisia, so strange.
Something funny happened to me this afternoon: I was at a vintage fair in my town and there was a box of records at a stall. I’ve no idea why I flipped through – I don’t own a record player – but halfway through there was a 1965 record by a lady named Antia Bryant, whose album consisted entirely of faith songs and hymns. The producer had written some lovely information on the back, about Ms Bryant’s genuine and heart warming faith in the Lord. It would have been completely heartwarming as well, had she not gone on to the anti-gay movement and help pass laws banning LGBT people from doing weird shit like keep jobs.
We’ve come a long way, huh. Not all the way, not by a long shot, and I really wish more people were around to see it… But for now I’m content that something completely wonderful is happening alongside all the terror.
I have no idea if Anita Bryant is still around, but with the timing of finding her record I did find myself wondering if God exists. She might be too, come to that.
Happy wedding day to a lot of people!
All we need is YouTube, ladies and gents. That’s it. Ever.
The Chainsmokers – #SELFIE PARODY (by The Midnight Beast)
If I ever get bored by The Midnight Beast, please quietly remind me of this video. Is it a parody of another song? I usually can’t tell (and I think I’m in these guys’ demographic, haha)…
Dumb Ways to Die
Maxim showed me this and I think it might have been a big deal a couple of years ago?
Woa. Plot twist. I have a feeling that this is like Canvas Bags in that I will hum it whenever I’m near a train.
Axis of Awesome – What Would Jesus Do?
This one counts as Religious Studies revision.
Last but not least…
10 Chick Flick cliches you will NOT see in He’s Just Not That Into You
Watching this is now on my “shit to do in summer” list. Someone on Tumblr noted that at no point do any of the guys pretend to be women, the realisation of which makes watching the whole thing a second time twice as joyous.
Last week I had two posts that almost got published… part of me wants to try to beat it this week but maybe it’s not worth the lack of effort.
That said, I’ve been going through a phase lately where I sit down to write and cannot think of one single thing to say that a) I haven’t already said, b) is halfway interesting to write and c) is halfway interesting to read. I’ve decided that it definitely is a phase. I WILL COME UP WITH INTERESTING PROSE. (If you exist, muses, please drop me a line.) In the mean time, who else wants to punch singing fruit in the face?
Jesus Christ at least Veggie Tales has a purpose. I think it’s supposed to have a Christian message or something, haha (remember the time I watched it in RS? Simpler times, when I thought it was okay to slice up Ruby’s art and readers left messages so I knew who they were. Hint hint).
Speaking of which, can anyone explain why this cartoon involves palm trees, shrubs and green hills in the Middle East?
Genuine question: if you’re going to educate children about the Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection – especially with the Christian perspective of ensuring they believe it – surely the first thing you want to get right is the basic setting?
I was going to say that this week has been pretty quiet compared to Friday but then I remembered that on Sunday I nearly set the house on fire when a nice long safety match splintered as I struck it and the lit bit flew onto a nearby patch of carpet.
But it’s okay, because my fingers didn’t get burnt.
So it’s December, which means chocolate at weird times is good and this is suitable to sing loudly. On a scale of one to Poseidon getting it on with Medusa in Athena’s temple, how inappropriate is it to play the following at inter-school parties?
And this, which for some reason won’t embed. Very tempted to make a band just to name it after a book.
…Although it does involve answers to existential questions.
I don’t know who Andy Weir is or what he does other than solving life’s conundrums, but The Egg is really interesting. Ruby sent it to me.
It’s not really news but I’m exhausted and my eyes itch. I think I might watch TV with the dogs and eat
more chocolate – and you never know, The Egg might solve a few religious issues…?
Eh maybe not.
This has been a week of mythology.
School has been hard lately and I’ve had to be careful about my arm so when Waterstones outdid themselves and delivered House of Hades a day before its official release, I spent most of the afternoon reading (it counts as independent study for Latin, yes?).
Uncle Rick, you are a genius. A trolling, cliffhanger-creating genius. Between Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Reyna and Hermione Granger, I don’t know how young girls even consider looking up to bikini-clad airheads. I even warmed to Jason. I love Bob too – and Nico… was Nico always Nico or…?
Last night (well ‘tonight’ in terms of writing this because I’m bored on the train) I saw Jesus Christ Superstar at the O2. Before I start chatting let me get one thing clear:
I like Jesus. I am also, until further notice, an atheist (or agnostic if I’ve not watched the news). I also like politics and a good theatrical rock show.
Jesus Christ Superstar is a secular-theatrical-colourful-rock ‘n’ roll-interpretation of the Passion of the Christ and I love it. C’mon, man, there’s sparkles and dancing girls and everyone’s favourite atheist comic musician and did I mention it’s just as relevant now as it was in 1973 as it was in 90AD when John wrote his gospel?
Yep, I’m calling a trip to London Religious Studies work. Anyway. The centrum of the matter is that you don’t have to like ITV to be grateful that they found a dude who can sing like this. You don’t have to believe in the proposed divinity of a story to learn from it and if you wear your second-highest heels to London then your feet will hate you the next day.
Yesterday’s version of Gethsemane was better than that, by the way. As in, my ears hurt it was so good. Ah. I’m off to write about the downsides of globalisation. Do you think I could get this in there somewhere?
Haven’t done one of these in ages. Let’s go!
Jimmy and Chantal used to have a foster dog. Sometimes he’d steal things.
God’s Diary is Embarrassing
There’s a thought.
The 7 Worst Things About Wearing Glasses
I like to wear contacts and glasses, depending on the day or event, although I’ve been on a glasses spurge recently because I’ve been so busy and tired. When it snows, I’m whipping those lenses out so fast you won’t have time to say “Are those actual Ray Bans?” (Yes they are.)
Siberian Husky Dog Plays In A Giant Pile Of Leaves
Fred and this pooch have a lot in common.