Murder Mysteries Because I’m Out of Ideas

Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this week? I’m still slacking on most things. I have zero desire to do anything. Even reading is a slog, despite both books I’m currently reading being halfway decent. I’ve been sitting here for over two hours, trying to figure out what to blog about. I’m trying to think of summery things. That’s not working. Writerly things are eluding me. No one wants another list of books or goals. I even considered making a list of a few summertime crochet things I can try making when I finish that shawl I’ve been working on forever. But I don’t have any examples handy and it’s a little overwhelming to try to find examples on short notice. Maybe I’ll do that next week. So, what am I going to blog about today? I’m still thinking. All I’ve really been doing is watching murder mystery shows. I guess I can ramble about the three I’m currently watching with Dad.

1. Agatha Christie’s Poirot. It’s on Britbox (except for series 7 and 8, both of which just left AcornTV and haven’t landed anywhere else yet). We’re still in series 3, I think. It’s an okay show. The old cars and stuff are pretty. It started out where an hour episode felt like 2 or 3 hours, but it’s gotten better. Things seem to move more smoothly. There are some laughs. Poirot kind of reminds me of Monk (the American show with Tony Shalhoub). Actually, I guess Monk reminds me of him since he came first. It’s probably just the OCD thing. Anyway, it’s getting better and it’s cute.

2. Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. It’s on AcornTV. It’s set in 1920’s Melbourne, so the vehicles and clothing are interesting. There are cute moments. And, of course, she’s a strong, independent woman. She also has a habit of collecting people. It’s weird. We’re still in series one (there are 3, plus a movie and a spin-off), so it’s still early, but it’s another one that’s cute and entertaining. Plus, it doesn’t seem to drag too much so far, so there’s that.

3. The Brokenwood Mysteries. It’s a New Zealand show, also on AcornTV. It’s got some laughs. I’m not sure what I expected out of New Zealand scenery, but this (basically reminds me of small town America) was not it. It’s set nowadays, so the only old car you get to see is the main dude’s 1971 Holden Kingswood (it’s not pretty, so I have no feelings one way or the other about it). All of the episodes are about an hour and a half, so it’s a little long, but I’m enjoying it so far.

There you go. That’s what Dad and I are watching lately. I know. I’m a boring person. But I’m okay with that. I’ll try to think of something more exciting for next week. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts or comments or questions here or on my social media pages!

Things I Should Be Doing

Howdy, howdy! It’s a blah day. Quite gloomy. And I have nothing to ramble or rant about. I’ve avoided the news for the most part, but I’ve already seen reports of anti-maskers threatening to call ICE at a Mexican restaurant that requires masks. It doesn’t matter that the mandate wasn’t even officially lifted until 10th. This is just how people behave. I, for one, think Biden chose the perfect word: Neanderthals. But I don’t want to be angry, so back to the subject at hand. What should I blog about? No idea. If there’s something you want me to ramble about next week, drop me a line. This week, I’m just going to make a quick list of the things I should be doing right now, then I’m going to do some of those things.

1. Writing. I haven’t written much besides blog posts and a couple of beginnings (nowhere near full stories) this year. I’m just lazy. I have no excuses. Everyone seems to be struggling with something or other right now, so it’s not really fair for me to blame the pandemic or the seasons changing or depression or anything. I’m just clinging to my laziness. I need to suck it up and write.

2. Recording myself reading a story out loud. My story “Poisoned Honey and Pickled Pigs’ Feet” is coming out in the May issue of Love Letters to Poe. On top of the magazine, they also have a podcast of the authors reading their work. I’ve been assured my phone should be fine for recording (it sounds better than my computer in the tests I did), but I hate my voice and dread having to listen to the recording for errors. I’ve been practicing and just have to bite the bullet and do the recording in the next day or two when I can find a quiet moment (it’s due the 18th). But yeah. Go subscribe to the newsletter and podcast so you can read/hear my story when it comes out!

3. Reading. I need to read at least one chapter a day in the book I’m going to review this month to be done on time, plus I got the ebook of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix from the library, so I have to read three chapters of that a day in order to finish before I have to return it. Yes, I can make Dad pull out my old hardcopy of HP5 if I don’t finish on time, but we’ve already established that I’m lazy. It doesn’t sound like a lot of reading, but it is when you read super slow. I miss the days when I was able to read a 1,000+ page book in a week. Getting old sucks.

I’m sure there are other things I should be doing, like writing letters and answering texts. I’ll do that stuff later. For now, I’m going to practice my story one more time, then read for a while. As always, feel free to share your thoughts or suggestions for blog post topics here or on my social media pages!

The Bottle Above My Door

Hello, hello!  I have nothing writerly to talk about this week, so I thought I would share the (boring) story behind one of my weirder decorations.  Hanging above my door, alongside my collection of drumsticks and guitar picks, is a crumpled up plastic water bottle.  Whenever I’m hurting and need to lay back in the chair to shift my weight (or I get stuck on something while writing and just need a break), I usually end up staring at that bottle for a few minutes.  It has this weird ability to make me smile, despite being a piece of junk to everyone else.  I guess it’s because I get to think about that December night back 2011 when I got it.

Kyo's Water Bottle
Yes, I’m one of those weird people who keep things like this 

That year was a year for concerts.  Miyavi came around in November (pretty sure one of the drumsticks is from that one), which was a no-brainer for me.  I was definitely going to that show.  Then, I found out that Dir en grey was coming through that December.  I admit that I struggled a bit with the decision to go to that show.  I knew Dad wasn’t a fan (screamy Japanese metal just isn’t his thing, though I knew he wouldn’t say no if I asked to go) and it was a little expensive, but I had never seen them live before.  And you never really know if Japanese bands are going to come back through Texas, so it’s best to catch them when you can.  Ultimately, I decided to go.

Dad, the Minion (yes, I call my friend a minion, except I think he still had the title of Puppet back then), and I piled in the van and headed down to Trees in Deep Ellum.  It’s one of my favorite venues down there, though we haven’t been in a while.  The owners were super nice.  I heard they’ve reopened two other venues since the last time I went to a concert out there, which is neat.  But I digress.

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The Minion!  And yes, I wore a Mudvayne hat to a Dir en grey concert.

The concert was awesome.  Sat by the stage, right in front of Toshiya, the bassist.  At one point, Dad leaned over and said that he had just realized that that guy (Toshiya) was wearing a skirt.  Given other bands I listen to, it wasn’t a surprise as much as an observation, but it was still funny.  Then, when the concert was over and the band members were leaving the stage, Kyo (the singer) stopped and gave me his crumpled up water bottle.  Still high on the live music buzz, it was the most awesome thing EVER!  A little later, when asked what I planned on doing with his garbage, I vaguely remember a plan to harvest his DNA and clone him.  That never came to fruition, but I did use it as a wall decoration.

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Kyo!

And that’s how one man’s literal trash became my treasure.  What’s something weird that you keep around?  Do you have anything other people would look at and automatically think it’s trash?  Share your story here or on my social media pages!