Today's agenda

[mrissa]

Here is how today goes:

1) Write something.
2) Decide it is stupid.
3) Delete it.
4) Repeat.

This applies, apparently, to fiction, to lj posts, and even to thank-you notes. I have never written drafts of thank-you notes before. This is ridiculous. This is just too much.

I think I am going to write an e-mail to Grandpa Lyzenga, because Grandpa Lyzenga loves me even when I am stupid. After that I have no idea what. Probably I will take out my paper journal, which is specifically designed to have pages that do not tear out and do not accept pencil well, and then I will have to write things down that cannot go away even if they are stupid. And then maybe they will give up and stop being so stupid.

(I know, I know. This post is stupid. I'm leaving it up anyway, dammit.)

Comments

[telophase.livejournal.com]

And after I spent my time procrastinating writing up a stupid reply! Hah, you're getting it anyway.

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I have that problem with series, too. I think it's a bit of wanting to know how the story ends, even though I disliked getting there.

As a kid, when we'd go to a Luby's cafeteria, they had these small blocks of cheese wrapped in plastic. Not sure what kind, probably American. I dislike most cheeses (and wish I didn't, but oh well), but I like many cheddar varieties, and there was always something about that orange block that just looked so good, even when I knew I hated it. My parents got mad at me for grabbing it every time, and Dad would try to make me eat it anyway, and I spent several times walking around the mall or wherever we went afterwards with a squished block of cheese in my pocket, waiting for a time to dispose of it when they weren't looking.

I've been on a small tear recently to find cheeses that I like. My grocery store was selling a New York sharp cheddar that was really good sliced on warm bread, but something changed and now the block of cheese I have doesn't taste the same. I rather wish they'd sell sampler packs or tiny blocks so I could buy some and try them at home without spending $5+ on a block of cheese I might not like. Being lactose intolerant really cuts down on my ability to sample in the store.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Hee! Well, thanks anyway for your patience with my stupids.

Byerly's sells small, wrapped snack-sized pieces of different cheeses in a little basket marked, "Try something new!" Unfortunately, most of them are not new to me any more, because I am such a cheese slut.

Happily for me, most cheeses that appeal to me visually are the ones that appeal to me flavorfully/texturally as well: when I see shards of cheese breaking off, I know that it is likely to be sharp enough for me, for example. (I tend towards hard cheeses, although I like soft cheeses better than I did 2-3 years ago, when I blithely announced to dd_b that I Did Not Like Brie. But allochthon showed me the way, and the way was paved with macadamia nuts, and the way was good.)

[songwind.livejournal.com]

Anything paved with macadamia nuts is bound to be good.

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

I write drafts of thank-you notes. Sometimes I write drafts of supply requests at work. Like "Can we please get a new feather duster?" requests. It's a hideous condition, and I'm afraid for me it's permanent. I hope yours clears up soon.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I like the cloth duster things better than feather dusters because then you can just toss the dusty bit in the washer instead of having to shake it outside and get dust in your eyes and probably have half of it tracked back into the house anyway.

Not that that is in any way relevant.

[buymeaclue.livejournal.com]

Hee. Break the cycle!

[buymeaclue.livejournal.com]

>(I know, I know. This post is stupid. I'm leaving it up anyway, dammit.)

In response to this, I mean.

[zalena.livejournal.com]

I'm having massive communication errors this week. I probably shouldn't even be leaving a comment in your journal because I am likely to offend or upset someone by doing so, or just make myself look dumb.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I hope it clears up soon. That kind of week really sucks.

[callunav.livejournal.com]

Hee. Reminds me of the oollllllld Peanuts cartoon: Charlie Brown (or possibly one of the others) at a table, writing arduously. "Dear ____. Thank you so much for the--" Rips letter up flings it away, gets new piece of paper. "Dear ___. This is the best present I've ever--" Crumples into a ball, stomps on it. Sits with head cradles in hands. Bursts out, "I hate writing "Thank you" letters for toys I've already broken!"