So, I’ve not been online for a while because K and I took on the ridiculous task of moving our entire apartment around in time for Jay’s visit. We basically did a few weeks’ worth of work in four days. It was fun. And by fun I mean insane.
Halfway through the project it occurred to me that I should take some before and after photos so that we could feel proud at the end of it all. So the “before” photos are really more like mid-way/during photos. I admit that when I took these “before” photos I thought there was no way in hell we’d ever make it to the end of the project.
The Living Room
Before (and During):
on July 6, 2011
I’ve been a bit quiet the past few days, which has prompted a few people to ask – in varying ways:
Q. Are you ALIVE?
A. The short answer is this.
Indeed, it’s possible that I’m not alive. It’s possible that I’m a zombie. But not one of those groaning, leg-dragging sort. No – a sophisticated zombie (a sombie if you will). I eat my brains with a knife and fork. I sit at a table, with a cloth napkin draped across my lap. I drink my blood out of a wine glass. (Do zombies drink blood? Or do they simply tolerate it? Really. I’m asking).
Also possible is that I’m alive. But that’s less interesting.
on June 22, 2011
Got the following question:
Q. Is there sex in the final version of TBSOL??
I took this to mean, “Do Julianne and Kris have sex in the final version of TBSOL because they don’t in the first draft and it was like 1000 pages long and there was no sex. WTF, Ingrid?!” I mean, that’s what I understood by the question –I like to read between the lines.
If you’ve read version numero 2, then you know that there is a sex scene, because everyone was like, “YOU MUST WRITE A SEX SCENE.” And I was like, “OH MY GOD BUT I AM NOT GOOD AT THAT! I JUST LIKE WRITING ABOUT ROBOTS WHO EAT NACHOS!” And they were like, “LESBIANS WILL NOT BE SATISFIED WITH JUST NACHO-EATING ROBOTS!”
So I did write a sex scene or something that closely resembles one. And now I will share some of it with you. However, I decided to make it more interesting by putting it through Google Translate a few times.
on June 16, 2011
Welcome to another Tuesday installment of Open Blog Monday – the weekly feature no one can pin down.
“Samantha” by Iris Goldfeder
Today’s OBM is brought to you by my friend Iris Goldfeder, who wrote and performed a song entitled “Samantha.” The song is based on a true story and was written in an effort to raise awareness about homelessness in the US.
If you enjoyed the song, please pass it along to friends and interested parties. For more information, visit the Bethany House of Nassau County website, where you’ll find several ways to help the cause.
Bethany House exists to strengthen and assist those women and children from Long Island who are deprived of the basic resources required for natural and healthy growth and development. Bethany House seeks to provide a homelike atmosphere where basic living needs are met and comprehensive services combine to encourage the head of the family to attain self – sufficiency for the family and restore their human dignity. (Read More…)
Mondays (or sometimes other days) are Open Blog Mondays here at my journal. A day where readers from around the globe can share whatever they want with each other. For more information, read all about OBM or just email me something you’d like to see posted.
on June 14, 2011
Whenever anyone asks me what my next book (The Blind Side of Love) is about, I always force K to explain it because I find that she does a much better job putting the plot into words. When I try to do it, I always end up saying something like, “Um… well, it’s about… let’s see… there’s this girl… and then she meets this other girl… but you know, other things happen… um…there’s a robot named Buttercup?”
Seeing as I’m going to have to turn in a blurb to my editor at some point, I figure I should try to organize my thoughts. I’ve decided to start by drawing it out. In stick figures. Because I can’t actually draw.
So here it goes.
THE BLIND SIDE OF LOVE
It’s about a girl named Julianne Franqui who’s a famous actress.
She’s got her career in order. Life is going okay for her. She’s convinced herself that she doesn’t need love or relationships. Although that’s mostly because she’s terrified of anyone finding out that she’s a lesbian.
on June 13, 2011
Today is one of those “did not get enough sleep” days where I make very little sense in general conversation. I just said the following to K about five minutes ago:
Why you make me fefafa?
And then I couldn’t remember what I’d meant to say but it had something to do with the weather.
This morning wasn’t any better:
on June 10, 2011
Yes, I know it’s Wednesday. But Open Blog Monday does not want to be tied down to one weekday-label. This week, it felt more like a Wednesday than a Monday and it decided to say, “EFF YOU” to the man. In this case, I would be the man. Except I’m not a man. You see? It all makes perfect sense.
Heathers – Remember When
This week’s OBM comes from Olivia, who wants to share some Irish music with you in the form of Heathers singing “Remember When.”
For more on Heathers check out their official site.
Mondays (or sometimes other days) are Open Blog Mondays here at my journal. A day where readers from around the globe can share whatever they want to with each other. For more information, read all about OBM or just email me something you’d like to see posted.
on June 8, 2011
I decided that my other list of 20 things was starting to get old and crusty, so I’ve decided to create another one. How exciting.
1. I know this may be hard to believe (if you follow me at all), but there was a time (not that long ago) when I didn’t drink or even like coffee.
2. So, I still don’t have that driver’s license. I do, however, have a driving permit. That means that whenever I’m in the state of Florida, I’m allowed to drive a car. As long as there is a responsible adult sitting next to me. And it’s not past 10PM at night.
3. I truly believe that light brown M&Ms taste better than the others. A lot of people have tried (and failed) to convince me that this is irrational.
4. My first girlfriend once made a list called 100 Weird Things About Ingrid. When she got to 100, she kept going.
5. Back when I was 14, I wrote a song called “Birth of a Chicken.” When I was 19, my friends convinced me to record it so they could hear it/make fun of me. Yes, you may listen to it. Yes, I was slightly demented as a teenager. Yes, I know I sound twelve. No, I don’t hate chickens. Also, I’m looking for someone with singing/musical talent to record themselves singing this song so that I can stop having to link to my own crappy recording. So if you’re that bored, feel free to go nuts with it. Here are the lyrics. Do whatever you want with it. I will not sue you. Just send me a link.
on June 7, 2011