In addition to becoming part owner of a retail business recently, I also opened a general practice law firm. I know, right? So in doing all of the tons of set up stuff I got a business credit card for the purchasing of the office supplies and whatnot.
My first purchase!
My second purchase: a printer. Seriously.
It gets better though. When I got to the counter to pay for my red Swingline stapler (and yes, it’s full size despite looking oddly small in this picture) the clerk informed me that I got this little guy for free!
“The Legendary Red Stapler Ornament”
So now I have a little family of red Swingline staplers!
When I got it home and started to open the packaging, I discovered this subtle marketing gem.
Well played, Swingline. Well played.
in a world of surprisingly little imagination.
This will (hopefully) come as a surprise to many of you, but I am severely challenged in the suspension of belief / imagination department. I suppose you could say I’m creative. I like to do things with my hands. I used to draw pretty well. I kind of sculpt a little and am good at thinking of things to sculpt. I can jury rig just about anything. I’m good at stuff like that. I can’t enjoy fiction like most people though. Most books won’t hold my attention. Sad movies never make me cry. I get overly distracted by plot holes and predictability in scripts. OMG, I do not understand pen and paper RPG’s. People who refer to playing video games like they’re actually in them baffle me. I just completely and utterly lack the ability to pretend I am someone else or to get immersed in a story I know didn’t really / isn’t really happening. All of my witticisms are simply twists on existing things. Puns, parodies, satirical jabs, and sarcasm. Even my “art” if you can call it that, is reproduction or combining existing things in new ways. This doesn’t really bother me or anything. I’m just baffled by how others seem to do it so easily.
My daughter wears a fairy costume at renaissance festivals. Her fairy has props and a back story, heck, she has a whole fairy world where different types of fairies live in different places and whatnot. For example, she lives in a sunflower and drinks an elixir that makes her people sized so she can interact with humans when she wants to. Flower fairies and tree fairies have bad blood between them. They’re easy to tell apart though because tree fairies have pointy ears. There aren’t really any rock fairies but it’s considered very posh to live in a geode. She thinks they’re really too flashy and quite uncomfortable though, so she doesn’t really see what all the fuss is about.
I’ve worked at Ren faires for 7 years and I can’t even maintain the same accent all day, let alone come up with a back story.
It’s the same with Andy and his gamers. They’ll play a game and then stand around and reminisce about it like it not only actually happened but like they weren’t all just there. Or Andy will tell some story about gaming or airsoft or whatever and his friends all play along like he just got back from a tour overseas and is telling legit war stories.
I contemplated playing the Dresden Files RPG until I discovered I couldn’t just say I was Molly would have to create a character and then try to think and act like that character. What?!?! I totally can’t do that.
The ability to think in stories like that is just so weird and foreign to me. Heck, even as a kid when we played Barbies I really just wanted to dress them up and fix their hair. I never cared about whatever little scenario we were supposed to be playing out.
I’m not really sure what the point of any of this is other than it occurred to me to find it odd that the lifelong weird girl who wanted to grow up to be an artist utterly lacks an imagination. I guess it’s a good thing I’m smart and a good technical writer or I guess I’d be screwed. Also, I always did suck at ending things that I write so, um, the end.
My dog is so fragging weird! I put a bra on her head and she liked it. She wore it all day until I finally took it off of her myself.
I don’t even know what else to say about this other than …
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from the hand
Things I’ve never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination