I bookmarked this article a while back. As with most things, I didn’t have time for it but knew I wanted to check it out. Finally, I paused Shameless so I could feel productive and I am so, so glad I did. It slaps a whiney turd like me across the cheek. Sometimes I need that.
Kevin Smith’s Secrets to a Successful
-CJ
ps, it is worth noting that if you aren’t listening to the Hollywood Babble-On podcast, you’re so missing out.
I received some pictures from the Flugtag pre-party shindig we got to attend:

That’s my big, bald sweetheart, Joshua.

She of the gracious invite to said shindig, Aislinn.
These images tie into one of two new resolutions.
- I will be less stingy with photographs
I’m notoriously camera shy and that is putting it nicely. I’m generally pretty profane in my aversion to being in a picture and despite all my ‘radical self-love‘ speak, I insist every one that does end up taken is ugly and… the f-word. Fat. All the time with this! I need to cut the shit. Pictures don’t have to be pretty. They have to capture a moment in time so you can laugh at your hair with your (or someone else’s) grandbabies!
I may not share all or even most of the pictures I find myself taking willingly but I will not shy away or bash myself either!
The second resolution I recently made, and please suppress your laughter, is:
- I will be nicer
Simply put. I have learned a lot about myself and I don’t like a lot of what I see. I recognize the selfishness and the roundabout and confusing way I try to deal with my anger. I see that I try to place blame more often than I will accept it as my own. My personality is generally very abrasive and without sacrificing who I am, I think I could make a conscious effort to be friendlier and more engaging. I’ve unofficially made Ree the supervisor of this resolution. As such, she is allowed to tell me when I’m acting the opposite of my resolve and I can’t take it personally. Because that wouldn’t be nice.
Wish me luck. Please.
-CJ
You know, I don’t really want to live in a fascist grammarian dictatorship where people have to grasp how the English language is used and punctuated before they are allowed to become parents. Except I kind of do. Maybe. Sometimes.
By way of recommendation (through snail mail! awesome!) I started reading Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn. It has the cover of YA self-mutilation awareness fiction but it is an incredible read. Flynn received an Edgar nomination for Best First Novel. I have no idea if this is prestigous or if Edgar just reads and awards from a basement in middle America but it looks good on the back cover. I will happily devour everything this author does in the future. (Thanks, Marci Bones!)
-CJ

