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[flanaganfilm]

Hey, Mike! Did moving to Los Angeles at the start of your career turn out to be all that you thought it would be? It’s a big step that a lot of people take, and I’ve never really heard you talk about those early years before. Did you ever contemplate quitting? And if so, I’m glad you stuck to it - we love your work!

Oh, I contemplated quitting many, many times.

I moved to Los Angeles in January, 2003. I had just graduated the previous summer from Towson University, and a group of five of us moved out together. Some wanted to be filmmakers, some wanted to be actors. We shared a 3-bedroom apartment in Glendale. The adjacent apartment was occupied by four other Towson alums. Between the two apartments, we called it "Little Towson." I didn't own a car at the start. I had no health insurance. I'd saved a few thousand dollars to get me through the first six months, but none of us had jobs at the beginning. I remember applying (and being rejected) for a job at Walmart. I combed Craigslist looking for non-union editorial gigs.

I had told myself I'd give it five years, and if I hadn't gotten any traction, I'd move back to Maryland.

People started dropping out pretty quickly. One of my roommates (and one of my best friends) had moved out here to be an actor, and only lasted a few months before he decided to go back. It's overwhelming and terrifying to take a leap into a city as expensive as LA, and you're surrounded by people who all want the same career that you want. But it feels like there is a thousand foot wall circling the industry, and it seems impossible to scale it.

I found work doing odd editorial jobs before working as a logger, than an assistant editor, then an editor on a few reality shows. I shot and cut those local car commercials you see on late night cable. And I frequently ran out of money and overdrafted my account. As more and more of our original group gave up and moved back East, I started to feel more and more crazy. A lot of my friends from school were getting married, buying houses, having kids. I felt pretty delusional as my 5-year deadline came and went, and I still hadn't found any way over or through that wall. When we started to talk about making Absentia in 2010, I had been in LA for more than 7 years. I was working two jobs as an editor. I found out I was going to be a father. It felt very much like whatever I'd wanted to happen by moving to LA was not going to happen. Absentia was kind of last-ditch effort. Ultimately, the five year plan I'd allowed myself when I moved to LA turned into a 9-year plan. I started shooting Oculus - my first "real" movie - in the fall of 2012, just shy of my 10th anniversary in Los Angeles. That movie wouldn't come out for a while after that, so by the time I actually had a career as a filmmaker, well over a decade had passed struggling in LA.

For most of that time, my refusal to move back to Maryland looked (and felt) like a delusion. Only afterward did it start to look like "tenacity." And it never felt like "persistence" or "determination"... it felt insane. It felt like constant, daily frustration and rejection. And when I couldn't pay the bills, or couldn't land a job, it felt downright embarrassing.

For what it's worth, the only difference I've seen between people who "make it" out here and don't are that the ones who made it all stayed long past their expiration dates. I've seen wildly talented people pack it up and head home. Talent helps a lot once the door is open, but really the only thing that opens the door is persistence. To the point of feeling insane.

[totally-california]

You’re president of the United States for a single 4-year term. You have full majority in the House and Senate. What are you (planning on) doing?

For me:

Immediately cutting weapon supplies to Israel and redirecting them to Ukraine so they can fight Russia (likely by declaring martial law)

Pass a federal law that states that you cannot prevent someone from getting an abortion before sixteen weeks of pregnancy as well as you cannot ban someone from using contraceptives

Add gay marriage as a constitutionally protected right (worded along the lines of ‘two people of consenting age are allowed to be together no matter their gender unless circumstances, such as abuse or large age gap including an inappropriate age for one party, occur)

Make school lunches free for as many states as possible

Improve the border situation by adding additional entry points along the border for people seeking asylum

Tax large corporations and rich billionaires higher than the average citizen, lower taxes for lower middle class and lower class citizens, and prevent housing companies from buying/owning more than 1000 houses on the market at any given time. (This will help stop inflation on house prices and potentially even bring it down)

Raise the age of consent to 18 in all states.

Prevent curfews being lawfully in place for people of a specific gender, sexuality, or race (probably by making it unconstitutional)

Decrease funding for the whole military (and put it mostly towards the Coast Guard), continue the disassemble of nuclear weapons (we do not need 500,000 nukes. It’s not useful. And there are better, deadlier, more effective weapons the US has at its disposal that don’t cause radiation and kill the environment for decades)

Improve funding for the study of ADHD and other neurological conditions to reduce false diagnosis while increasing access to the proper medical care and/or treatment needed to identify them

Address climate change by providing extra tax breaks to people with solar panels and/or ZEV’s. (Short for Zero Emission Vehicles) this would include electric cars, and also hybrid cars.

Add term limits for senators and house representatives (2 terms for the Senate, 4 for the House) and make it so the Supreme Court no longer serves for life, but for 3 major election cycles (12 years).

A federal law that if, after 7 years, a debt that has interest is not paid off but the original cost of the debt was, the debt is canceled.

That’s all I could think of, but what are you guys considering? Under the cut are people I follow on my main account or are friends with (I’m not telling you what my main account is though, just know I follow you)

@mrvolition @the-official-goose-god @wikipedia-the-official @maryland-officially @houston-official

@just-ray @walmart-the-official @bingle-official @tameable50

@wannabelaika @ohio-thestate @definitely-mihoyo

[hometoursandotherstuff]

1928 Spanish style villa on Gibson Island, Maryland has 5bd. 6ba. $5.995M + a whopping $869 mo. HOA fee.

Yes, it’s white, but think of it as a blank slate. After all, if we have $6M to buy it, we should have the money to paint it, right? It’s a shame that the white beams just blend into the ceiling. Beautiful windows, though, w/a great view of the Magothy River.

This is a nice feature with the dining area is raised above the sitting room. 

You walk thru the pantry/bar from the dining room to the kitchen. 

The kitchen also has a great view of the river.

If you’re wondering where the fridge is, it’s in the storage room. 

Interesting stairs- they must’ve been service stairs.

Nice renovated bath.

This looks more like a den than a family room. 

The main bd. has a great view and is on the ground floor.

There’s a closet in the room, plus a walk-in. 

And, this nicely renovated en-suite.

Double doors open to the garden and river.

Stairs to the 2nd fl. bds. and baths.

Nice large room with access to a terrace.

Isn’t this nice?

Seems like all of the bds. are spacious with nice en-suites.

Look at the guest house outside.

1.05 acres of land.

The views of the lake can’t be beat. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/714-Skywater-Rd-Gibson-Island-MD-21056/36050471_zpid/

[darkmaga-returns]

Trump Becomes 47th President Of The US. Post-Election Truths. U.S. Military to launch a hypersonic nuclear missile. US warns Iraq. Netanyahu fires Gallant. What is HAARP?

Lioness of Judah Ministry

Nov 06, 2024

Donald Trump Projected To Become 47th President Of The US; Republicans Take Senate, Lead House

Harris has won California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, District of Columbia, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine’s District 1, Maryland, Massachusetts, Nebraska’s District 2, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, and Minnesota.

Trump has won Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, West Virginia, Wyoming, Pennsylvania. Wisconsin, and Maine District 2.

Coverage:

Donald Trump delivers victory speech after US election win

Post-Election Truths: The Things That Won’t Change (No Matter Who Wins)

“If voting could ever really change anything, it’d be illegal.”— Thorne, Land of the Blind (2006)

After months of handwringing and mud-slinging and fear-mongering, the votes have finally been cast and the outcome has been decided: the Deep State has won. Despite the billions spent to create the illusion of choice culminating in the reassurance ritual of voting for Donald Trump or Kamala Harris, when it comes to most of the big issues that keep us in bondage to authoritarian overlords, not much will change. Despite all of the work that has been done to persuade us to buy into the fantasy that things will change if we just elect the “right” political savior, the day after a new president is sworn in, it will be business as usual for the unelected bureaucracy that actually runs the government.

77 Days Of Transition: New Law Aims To Streamline Presidential Power Transfer Process

Under this mandate, Trump and Harris may find themselves forming rival administrations for weeks...

The 2024 presidential election will see the first application of a 2022 amendment to the laws governing the transfer of power between administrations. There are 77 days between the Nov. 5 election and the Jan. 20, 2025, inauguration of the next president, during which time the president-elect will ready his or her administration to take over from President Joe Biden. The handoffs between an outgoing administration and a government-in-waiting have been largely drama-free for decades, and they have been governed by the rules enumerated in the Presidential Transition Act of 1963.

Michigan Man Arrested for Threat to Murder Christians If Trump Wins

Federal law enforcement has arrested a 25-year-old Michigan man for allegedly threatening to carry out a terrorist attack against Christians should President Donald J. Trump reclaim the White House.

According to the Department of Justice (DOJ), Isaac Sissel is being charged with sending threatening communications. “I shall carry out an attack against conservative Christian, [sic] filth in the event trump [sic] wins the election. I have a stolen [AR-15] and a target I refuse to name so I can continue to get away with my plans,” Sissel allegedly wrote, according to an anonymous online threatening submission filed with the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) National Threat Operations Center in West Virginia on November 2.

Antifa Returns On Election Night, Causing Chaos In Downtown Seattle

"Seattle PD had a heavy police response to Antifa's violent direct action on Election Day." 

The potential return of former President Trump to the White House appears to have sparked rage among far-left activists on Tuesday night. With Trump currently leading the electoral count at 214 votes to Harris's 179, reports are surfacing from Seattle that show Antifa activists have mobilized.  Ahead of the elections, National Guard troops were activated in Alabama, Arizona, Delaware, Hawaii, Iowa, Illinois, North Carolina, New Mexico, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Texas, Washington, Wisconsin, and West Virginia. Guardsmen in Colorado, Florida, Nevada, and Washington, D.C., are on standby.

[fatandnerdy30]

I really need to fucking move out of my house. Currently, I live with my mother and my brother and his 3 year old son. But last year his sons mother left my brother and a few months later she got with a younger guy and now she's pregnant. But after she left, he states that he loves his son but he ignores him and locks himself downstairs and spends all of 10 minutes a day with the boy. And my mom and I have to take care of his son and his dog. We have to buy food for both his son and his dog, snacks and treats, clothes for his son and toys for both the son and the dog. Plus getting the dog groomed and bringing her to the vet. I was invited to move to Maryland with a friend and I really want to go, but I have to tell my family who's toxic beyond a fault. My mother makes everything about herself and my brother just shoots everything down and doesn't listen to a thing we say. But I AM moving next year, come hell or high water.

[doulayogimama]

Booked this place for a couple nights next week and traded an AD in the magazine for 50% off of our stay!

Our goal is to buy a big plot of land + (hopefully a small house) somewhere north of Maryland - Hudson Valley and we will use some of the land as a campground / meditation center.

Some of these domes are tricked out (not this one, this one is very basic and open floor plan) but the one that we’d be interested in building was booked through mid-Nov and 4 hours away vs this one is 1.5 hours away and in the area we’d actually be interested in buying the land.

I think Sky will really love it 💕

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SUBMARINE! 1812 an Alternate History

Chapter 6 : KRAKEN

(Part 1 of 5)

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KRAKEN-

Anchors were dropped with a rattle of heavy chain, followed by the hiss of heavy cable through the hause-pipes as the hooks sought and found purchase in the bottom of Hampton Roads. We were home at last.

The seaman beside me was precariously standing on the rail of the Maryland, one hand on a line for balance, the other waving enthusiastically at the small boats approaching from shore. “I got me more than two thousand gold Continentals in prize money to blow,” he confided to me. “I’d ha’ stayed out longer, iffin’ I was the Commodore. We chewed ‘em up and spit ‘em out so good.”

“Indeed we did, though I was one of those who said that we should return,” I replied.

“So why’d we come back? You got the inside skinny?”

“Only part of it. If it helps any, even Commodore Marks shared your view. We had two attack boats damaged in loading accidents there at the last. Shark lost her mast and a tackle failure caused Polliwog serious damage to rudder and diving planes. We had not the facilities to refit the Shark. Still, we were willing to continue, with altered raising tackle. There was something in that last messenger packet’s dispatches that changed The Commodore’s mind. What that was I do not know.”

“What’s up? Green Jackets in boats is turnin’ back the harbor boats...” The shrill of the bosun’s pipe sounding assembly interrupted him. He leapt nimbly down to the deck and ran aft with the rest of the crew. Commodore Marks was standing on the poop deck, ready to address the crew.

“Men,” he cried, “you have done what no nation has ever done before. You have humbled the Beast of Britain on her home seas. Even the least among you has enough prize money to buy a decent farm. Our holds bear a secret and that secret is the rocket, nothing else. If any man or woman questions you about other weapons or even the submarine boats, what do you do?”

There was a pregnant pause, followed by one man saying, “Report ‘em!” Suddenly the whole crew caught it. “Report ‘em!” they thundered as one.

“That’s right! Report ‘em! There are no submarine boats! Anyone who says that there are is a liar! An arrested liar at that! It’s rockets that sent the Brits to the bottom! Is every man here clear on that?”

“Aye, Sir!” they responded.

“Signal man! Clear the boats to approach us! Bosun Harding has the harbor duty assignments. Those not on harbor duty may go ashore and God go with you.”

Bosun Harding read off a dozen names and was met by as many groans of disappointment.

The many small boats swarmed like a gaggle of geese about our ships. Many were carrying liveried servants from great houses, and at least as many more were carrying ladies. They all were bearing invitations to come to parties being held in the honor of our deed. The servants wanted officers, or at least the highest ranking men that they could get for their master’s “rocket parties.”

The ladies were mostly less discriminating. They were there to invite any man that they could get to come to their ‘parties.’ Some of those parties were very private and some were open invitations from the brothels of Norfolk.

One boat cut through the swarm and all made way for it. It bore the ensign of the Office of the President of the Continental Congress. Riding stiffly erect, in his fine coat of green broadcloth with red and gold trim, was the President’s personal aide, my grandfather, Tall Bear. He had three eagle feathers in his braid. The bosun piped him aboard.

In spite of his age, he climbed the ladder easily and swiftly gained the deck. That he saw me in his brief glance about the deck, I was sure, but he went straight to the Commodore and they went into his cabin. Whatever the discussion was, it was brief. They emerged moments later, and he strode gravely across the deck to me.

He looked me up and down, quietly. “You have done well. We have read every dispatch and all of your letters too. It would appear that all of your devices have done as well or better in real action than we had hoped.

“Your mother, Sun on the Cloud, misses you. Also your sister, Cornflower, wishes you to meet her new husband.” Here he at last grinned and clapped me on the arm and thrust a letter into my hand. “Harvest Moon wants to see you, too. Most urgently. When are you two going to settle down together?”

“I don’t know, Grandfather. When the war permits. I, too, wish to see the forests and lakes of home. I will come home as soon as I can find the time. I have missed you all.”

“It will have to wait a bit longer. I bear an invitation from your Uncle, President Arnold. All of the principal officers and you submariners are to go to Philadelphia for a special reception at the Presidential Mansion. Something big is in the wind. That is all that I can say about it here.”

“May I come with you, Grandfather?”

“I fear not, Tecumsah. I have a number of errands to accomplish yet. I will not get back in time to be at the fete. Smollet will be there.”

“Mister Smollet! I haven’t seen him for ages! What is new from his workshops?”

“I cannot say. I am sure that he will tell you himself. You two always did understand each other better than any two men ought. Now, I must go.” With that, he strode across the deck to the ladder and the bosun piped him off the ship.

To be continued

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[nancypullen]

What Day Is It?

Thought I'd drop in and let everyone know I'm still kicking. I'm really liking my job but really hating the long hours. I worked until 8 o'clock last night and it nearly killed this old lady. The people that I work with are exceptionally nice, the work itself is interesting and there's never a dull moment, and the paycheck is tasty. If I didn't have to be on my feet most the day it would be darn near perfect (or if my days were just shorter). I shelved books from noon to 3 o'clock yesterday, then hauled stuff in from the outdoor book drop and checked it all in, pulled books that people put on hold, worked the circulation desk and helped people with copying, printing, etc then (hallelujah!) I got to spend a couple of hours in my favorite part of the library. Tucked away from the hustle and bustle, it's the sweetest room and has the best light.

The children's room! I made that little video during a lull in the action, it didn't last long. Every time I get to work in this room I find more wonderful books to check out for the grandgirl's next visit. I've got a stack. Those zippered kits on the shelves are wonderful, they're for parents to check out and they're filled with children's books on topics like potty training or welcoming a new sibling. Some include games and puzzles. They get a lot of action. I've inherited a job from a lovely gal who is leaving to pursue a career in architecture so I get to do all of the library displays. You know that doesn't break my heart. Before leaving she prepared stuff for March and pulled the books, so my ideas will start in April. I'm already working on puffy clouds with strings of raindrops falling from them and a banner that says APRIL SHOWERS. Underneath will be a sign that says:

surrounded by the books and right in front a big box of Kleenex. April is also National Poetry Month so of course I'll have a display for that, but I'm also planning a display of gardening books with this sign.

I know, I'm corny. I don't care. I'll probably make one change to the plans for her March displays because March is Women's History Month and you know I can't let that go without recognition. I'll just make a pink banner that says Women's History Month and I slapped this together.

I've got a list of books to pull - everything from Wild Women of Maryland to books on female codebreakers, fashion icons, spies, inventors, authors, politicians, and all sorts of biographies. I'm not kidding when I say that I'm really enjoying the job, but it might kill me. Because there is a lot of lifting, and I'm on my feet most of the day, my sciatica is raging. It ticks me off because I spent months doing telehealth PT and starting my day with stretches and being ever so careful, and it worked. I was able to beat it down to a dullness that allowed me to do pretty much anything I wanted. Now I want to cry by the end of the night. Ugh. Because I work with such youngsters I keep it to myself. They wouldn't get it. I'm also not going to ask anyone to do anything for me. Either I can pull my weight or I can't. I'm really, really hoping it gets better. I do wish that I was a bit more part-time. I'm embarrassed that it's even an issue for me, but it is what it is. All I can do is keep going and see what happens, right? Every night when I try not to limp to my car I swear I'm quitting. Then I think of the nice people I work with, the fun kids in the children's room, the interesting questions when I'm at the information desk (that's a whole blog post) and decide to take a handful of ibuprofen and try again. Speaking of walking to my car at night...funny story about my car. I mentioned that the Edgewaters were buying a new vehicle so we bought one of their cars. I just needed something small and fuel efficient to get to work and back (the library is less than a mile from our house, I should probably walk) and to have when Mickey is out and about taking photos. Anyyyyway, I always buy a decal to place on my back window. It's easy to spot in a parking lot and it's also just cute. You know I'll decorate anything. I usually choose a bright peace sign - simple, and as I said, easy to spot. Normally it's just this.

But this time I found a version I liked more, so I stuck it on there.

I was super happy with it until a someone asked why I had a Playboy bunny on my car.

Me, a 60 year old granny who works in a library...were they serious??? They were serious. Surely that's not what the rest of this town thinks. They must be so disappointed when I get out of my car in my comfy shoes and stretchy pants. Oh well, that's all from me tonight. Just wanted to pop in and assure you that I haven't made a run for the border or thrown myself into the Chesapeake Bay. I'm still plugging along traying to find the best in every day. It's always there. There's a bubble bath calling me and a couple of cats that want to snuggle. Rumor has it that there's snow on the way tonight and I'm hoping to wake up to a blanket of white. Cross your fingers! Sending out lots of love tonight. Take as much as you need and pass it on. Stay safe, stay well, stay warm. XOXO, Nancy

[pbandjesse]

I am exhausted. I did not sleep well and I very very much just want to sleep tonight. I have been struggling to fall asleep and last night was not different. But I also woke up a whole lot. I let myself have an extra half hour but it only helped a little.

James was right here when I woke up and would wait for me to get ready before they left. We left together. I appreciated them waiting. When we got outside I was thrilled to see that almost all of the cups and mugs we put outside were gone! There's a few left but the majority have been taken and I'm so glad. I hope they are loved.

We said goodbye. And I drove to work. It was very cold but there was no traffic. I listened to music to try and wake up more. And got to camp about when I thought I would.

I didn't have a ton to do today. My ideas for things I could be working on is running a little dry. I would have a few things I came up with but I just tried to take my time because I did not want to be bored.

I watched (listened) tiktoks while I typed. A really interesting interview came out with Katt Williams and I think he's hilarious, but also just so real, so it was a really good interview. And I was doing good on my program writing and organizing.

I wrote two programs for CITs for evening programs for their social and emotional development. I used chatgbT for ideas again and it is very helpful for giving me a starting point. I think there is a time and a place for tools like AI. And I think if you use it like a tool then there isn't a problem with it.

Elizabeth would come in next. Followed by Sarah. Alexi was soon in too. Heather stayed home.

As I was finishing printing a few things out I got an email from the mortgage company. The title process is going well and we had a letter about what they have found. And I discovered something a little dark.

In Maryland there is a system called ground rent. Where basically you don't own the land the house is on and you pay a small fee each year to someone who's family bought it 100 years ago. It's not always the case but to it true for the majority of the places we have seen. So I was expecting it. I was under the impression we did not have it with this house but it seems that the brokerage that we are buying the house from bought the ground as well. But are only selling us the house. It's the same name on the land as the company listed as the sellers. So I looked into them more and they basically own the entire neighborhood's ground. A holding company in Delaware. Dark. They are taking in thousands a year for nothing.

We also discovered a weird thing with the water sewage bill that they had been paying but we will figure that out as we move forward. It was interesting to have these things to sort through though and it's exciting that things are moving along.

I would go up to arts and crafts to bring the bead boxes I had been using for Christmas presents and put those away. And hung up my hammock to lay there for a half hour because I was tired. It was very cold in there but I was fine enough. It made me feel a little better.

I would spend a lot of the afternoon just poking around online. Doing some research. Typing some stuff. Eventually Chloe came in and it was nice to talk to her.

The office was really quiet though. Joe would come in and said when I wasn't busy if I could please help him out and move the bus and I'm like Joe I am not even a little busy I am looking at pictures on the internet. And I went to drive the bus up the hill in case it snows this weekend. If Sarah didn't already do it I will also move the gator tomorrow but at least half the task is complete.

Around 3 Alexi told Sarah about a filing task and I was like. Please let me do it. I am so very bored. So I would collect all the responses from last year's staff to create an alphabetical list. And then tomorrow I will go though all the files in two banker boxes to pull out what we have on them for Alexi because rehire interviews are soon! I really hope we get some good people this year.

I would pack up to leave after Lou clowned on me for working at my desk with a squishmallow in my lap. She keeps my posture up!! I said goodbye to everyone and headed home.

People were driving stupid but I got home pretty fast. We had two packages waiting outside. Excellent. One was the new electric fish tank vacuum I got. Which is like the one I had forever ago and I'm not positive I love it but it's fine. I need to set it up differently then it came but it had lots of attachments.

James would come home soon after me. And I was just so stupid tired. I didn't even want to do my knitting. I just recorded the temperatures and laid on the couch.

I had Mac and cheese and nachos for dinner. A very yellow meal. And James had their podcast, with Dante and Leon (from camp) as guests. And I just rested and tried to not feel so dizzy tired.

I am very sleepy though. James just got out of the shower, and I am going to go take one now. And hopefully I can fall asleep early so I can feel better tomorrow.

I hope you all sleep good tonight I love you all.

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➤  * 𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 ( @emile8 ) 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡  ❝ 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘. ❞

✦  WHAT MAKES A HOME? A home is a place of refuge. A person’s most personal belongings are kept in a home, and it’s where a person feels safe and accepted. A home tells a story and expresses a person or family’s interests. To create a home requires an emotional connection and sense of belonging, not physical things. A house can be a home but a home can’t be a house. You can live in a house that doesn’t feel like a home. Or you can find “home” in a house that isn’t yours because home isn’t a physical construct, it’s a feeling. To be a home, it needs to feel comfortable, like a place you belong to and are at peace with. A house may be decorated with the nicest furnishings money can buy, but that won’t necessarily make it a home. The feeling of “home” can’t be bought. It’s an intimate relationship we have with the personal space we live in. A home reflects who we are, our personality, and how we choose to live our lives.

* while i know the above pictures from resident evil: damnation are likely of a hotel room, based on the construction & context, i'm choosing to think of this as leon's bedroom on purpose for personal characterization.

✦  WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO LIVE IN A ❝ SPARTAN ❞ LIFESTYLE? A spartan lifestyle or existence is very simple or strict, with the minimum of luxuries. Living a spartan lifestyle means embracing simplicity and self-discipline, and focusing on developing physical and mental strength, buying and using only what is needed to accomplish your task. No spare rooms, no extra cars, no fancy meals, no desserts, no frills. Additionally, it is important to remember that living a Spartan lifestyle does not mean living a life of poverty or deprivation, but rather one of simplicity and self-discipline. The lifestyle is very basic because all efforts are devoted to the military and to the state.

Simplify your possessions and living space. Get rid of anything you don't truly need and focus on keeping only the essentials.

Embrace physical fitness and challenge yourself to push your limits through regular exercise and training.

Practice self-discipline and self-control by setting rules and boundaries for yourself, and holding yourself accountable to them.

✦  WHAT DOES MINIMALISM SAY ABOUT YOU? A minimalist person is someone who has a simple, uncluttered lifestyle, someone who seeks simplicity, usefulness and clarity. They don't believe in owning things for the sake of owning things — they only keep what is truly important to them. Minimalists are often very organized and efficient and find satisfaction in pursuing meaningful relationships and activities. They pursue a lifestyle that focuses less on material possessions and more on what they value in life – what makes them happy.

✦  PERSONAL TOUCHES.

* framed photographs of dear friends & loved ones. pictured: claire redfield, ada wong, patrick devlin, ashley graham, helena harper. not pictured: jack krauser (frame is facedown), manuela hidalgo, sherry birkin, ingrid hunnigan, & luis sera.

* an unknown monstera, a pilea peperomioides, and a peace lily.

✦  PLACES OF INTEREST.

* weaponry workbench, vinyl record player, kitchen w/ cookbook storage, bedroom barcart, leon's weapons locker, & external home gym.

✦  HEADCANONS.

leon resides on a private and rural property in maryland, a good distance away from the city.

leon's residence is more house than home, more of a place to sleep than a place to rest. he's more at home in a familiar chain hotel than anywhere else, preferring to vacation over spending time in his empty house.

leon's absolutely pathetic at home maintenance, preferring to call in plumbers or electricians as needed, but he's also an absolute clean freak, the place is spotless, like scrubbing tile grout with a toothbrush on his hands and knees spotless.

prior to the disassembly of the anti-umbrella pursuit & investigation taskforce, leon & bruce mcgivern were bunkmates, both living in a barracks building provided by the organization.

leon prefers to live remotely, having become somewhat of a recluse, his home sheltered away from main roads & prying eyes by acres of forest.

leon has two locks on his bedroom door, and doesn't sleep with a sound machine, both in case of any scenarios involving possible intruders. the glass in his windows is also bulletproof, for the same rightfully paranoid reasoning.

leon doesn't get delivery. he doesn't get takeout. he doesn't do fast food at all whenever he has other options. leon grew up in a home where more often than not they had fast food for dinner as both parents worked and it was cheap and easy, and now that he has a home of his own, he prefers to cook for himself at every chance, mealpreps, and experiment with recipes when he has time. his tupperware collection is impressive. he would probably marry his air fryer if he could legally. leon kennedy, disgusted by a cheap hamburger to the point of nausea, but says he could really go for a steak right now when confronted with a rotten bovine carcass.

leon's first houseplant was his monstera, purchased after the events of resident evil: damnation, which he keeps by his bedside window. leon's second houseplant was his pilea peperomioides, purchased after the events of resident evil: six. leon's most recent houseplant is his peace lily, purchased after resident evil: vendetta. leon keeps all three of his plants in his bedroom.

the interior of leon's home is sparsely decorated, with very few personal touches, such as the vinyl record player, his plants, cookbooks, and photographs of his loved ones.

leon has a collection of cookbooks, some of which are in different languages.

leon's sink stays crowded with hair care products.

leon never really unpacks when he’s home, and it shows in the meticulous magazine perfection of everything. he spends more time in hotels than he ever does at his own home. leon is out of touch with civilian life, he’s never too comfortable, constantly on guard in the silence of his own empty house, unable to shut his mind off due to his post traumatic stress disorder, and so he doesn’t nest, so to speak.

leon is at his most comfortable at home while in the dark, with a bag of popcorn and a stack of movies to binge his way through.

leon keeps a ducati xdiavel & a white ford crown victoria in his garage. he added a gunsmith's workbench / armorer's bench to his garage during his furlough in 2009 while working on the design & construction of the sentinel 9 handgun.

leon prefers to sleep a thin, fleece blanket, and that’s it, a higher than average body temperature keeping him warm throughout the night. when the bed is made properly, it’s made with duvets and multiple pillows and quilts, and it’s all entirely for show, in a bedroom emulating normalcy ripped straight from a catalogue.

leon cleans out his refrigerator as soon as he hears that he has another assignment to tend to, to prevent spoilage while he’s away (he has a very sensitive sense of smell), so when he comes back, he immediately hits the grocery store on the way, no matter how tired he is. he definitely tries to carry his bags all at once.

leon doesn't have expensive taste, not even in alcohol. all of his belongings and furniture are of good quality, but not by any means designer or luxury items.

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Boardwalk Notebook from the Ocean City Springfest Character Convocation

Somehow, Penelope Pitstop couldn't help but notice at least one ice cream stand on the Ocean City Boardwalk offering frozen yoghurt smoothies "just to keep these good looks obvious," though she admitted to several visitors in meet-ups that yo-yo dieting isn't good for herself or her body image.

Magilla the Chivalrous: On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, Magilla Gorilla "himself," something of a banana addict himself, could be seen passing around frozen chocolate bananas to Springfest visitors. "Frozen, true--but they're the real thing!" (Though he did admit a fondness as well for the beach life, not to mention being one with the Peter Potamus dive troupe.)

Speaking of Peter Potamus, we understand that the Character Convocation was occasion enough to call his divers together and announce a rebranding: In recognition of his Magic Balloon, the heretofore Peter Potamus Travelling SCUBA Par-tay will now become "Peter Potamus' Magic Divers," hoping to share the magic and wonder of the diving experience all the more. And not just SCUBA; snorkelling is also bound to come into the foci. Even then, Peter and the dive crew's members could be seen in walkabout discussing diving experiences with Springfest visitors, and even auctioning off for diving-related charities a substantial autographed group picture of the Magic Divers taken underwater off Catalina Island a few years back.

The big culinary draws on the Ocean City Boardwalk happen to include Maryland crab cakes, Delmarva fried chicken, freshly-cut French fries, even frozen custard. No wonder Shaggy and Scooby-Doo couldn't resist their fill ... or even Yogi Bear, as if being the Jellystone Park delegate to the Character Convocations wasn't good enough or embarrassing. For the Hair Bear Bunch, tanking up on freshly-grilled hamburger ahead of bear mating season was their Boardwalk distraction (right down to the grilled onion, as at least one visitor spending some time with Square Bear observed during a brief conversation and selfie opportunity).

So much for wolves being general nuisances: Loopy DeLoop, Hokey Wolf and Mildew Wolf, breakout stars of Peter Potamus' Magic Divers in their own way, managed to find conversation galore with a number of Boardwalk fans--in particular Loopy DeLoop, ever trying to challenge negative attitudes towards wolves and always getting the short end of the stick. And with at least one French-fry stand offering poutine among its offerings, "ze good wolf" (as Loopy explains it in his Quebecoise accent) treated several fans to poutine, in a majority of such introducing them to the Canadian snack sensation.

And who could forget the Divin' Wolf Pups, none other than Bon-Bon (Loopy's nephew) and Ding-a-Ling (Hokey Wolf's biggest supporter), signing autographs and encouraging young divers from a picnic table close to a Boardwalk hamburger joint? Several were even asking if the two used their tails underwater, prompting Ding-a-Ling to remark that such "are not there for show; on occasion, such can help us reach the bottom faster, as if weight belts weren't good enough!"

Huckleberry Hound and Snagglepuss couldn't be more enthused by where Old Bay Seasoning, a popular Maryland table and cooking seasoning, was being used at one French-fry stand to season their fries. "Seems Marylanders must be gung-ho for Old Bay," Huckleberry remarked, prompting Snagglepuss to head to a gift shop specialist in Maryland-made souvenirs (both practical and tacky) to buy two cans of Old Bay for table seasoning on an upcoming motorhome road trip with a few close buddies. (The name, incidentally, comes from the Old Bay Seafood House, a since-closed eatery on Baltimore's Light Street close to the onetime terminal for the Old Bay Line's steamers to Norfolk back in the day.)

Obviously, Ocean City's Boardwalk is no place for boots such as the Cattanooga Cats are fond of wearing (Country with more cowboyish wear, Kitty Jo fond of go-go boots), prompting band members to wear slip-in sandals or espadrilles on the Boardwalk during meet-and-greet sessions thereon. Fans seemed not to take much note, though one fan asked Scoots over a Delmarva fried chicken dinner about the time he dove into a river by way of the Magic Crayon; his response was "I just seem to be a diving sort of cat more than anything."

So why were the crowds fascinated about The Great Grape Ape straddling the Ocean City Boardwalk at its northern (27th Street) gateway? You probably wouldn't be interested.

Champion Eaters Department: Big H, from The King's crew, downing no less than 39 fried crab cakes in ten minutes, with two litres of lemonade washing all down ... the Hair Bears managing to split a large bucket of French fries (seasoned with Old Bay, know) and not leave much wasted (even several fans were stunned) ... Super Snooper and Blabbermouse managing to find some hot coffee even around midnight, just as city cleaning crews were starting to get through the day's mess ... and Ruff and Reddy just being content to share some Philadelphia-style pizza as the sun was setting over the Inlet.

The Inevitable Tom and Jerry Item: It was bound to ensue that Tom ran into overly warm sand on Ocean City's beaches during the inevitable chase with Jerry, with the inevitable screaming in agony on Tom's part ... only to find Jerry drifting along the shore in a discarded Crocs sandal as Tom's hindpaws found comfort in the Atlantic's waters to the extent that he forgot what the rationale was.And at least four beachgoers complaining of sand getting kicked into their eyes from Tom's running.

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First Steps Chapter 4

The Friday afternoon department briefings were mercifully short. The slow Thursday had let everyone catch up on their work, and Mr. Hahn, the manager, was uncharacteristically happy with his staff, except possibly admin. Their department had a secret weapon in Sarah, though. She always showed a little extra skin for the big meetings, and Mrs. Blake let her speak for them, which smoothed things over. Ashlee was heading home by 5:30.

She changed into her blue slacks and gray silk blouse, with a camisole underneath.She debated flats or heels. With the car she might not be walking too much, but you never knew. The white two inch pumps were called into the game.

At 8:05, she was in her car, which started groggily. She didn't drive it enough, but at least she didn’t owe anything for it. Dad had a stable of beater cars back in Roanoke, and she’d selected the least-garbage one to buy from him. She didn’t really need it during the week, but now the traffic was lighter, and she was in the loading zone in front of the Greek place by ten till nine.

Niko came out and grabbed his bike right before nine, and Ashlee stood on the sidewalk for another twelve minutes glancing around for cops before Felicity emerged. She was as beautiful as ever in baggy jeans, red polo, and black work shoes.  There was a touch of liners around her lips and eyes which threw her dark features into sharp relief. She threw her big satchel in the back and plopped herself down in the passenger seat.

Ashlee took the wheel and pulled into the quiet street. Felicity smiled and filled Ashlee with a thrill. The most beautiful girl in the world was in her car. “I’m so happy you came!” began Felicity. “That Niko left a huge mess; that’s why I was late.” She clicked her tongue. “I guess we’re trading date coverage.”

“Did he give you five bucks?” Ashlee asked, turning left onto H Street. Felicity just laughed.

“I just couldn’t wait for tonight. Where are we going?” Felicity asked.

Ashlee was prepared for this eventuality. “How about we see what’s happening on 18th?” Felicity stamped this with her approval and off they went.

The hours swept by. There was dinner and drinks, but they went nearly untouched as Ashlee opened herself to Felicity. Never, not once, had she known this. There was no dancing, no kissing, nothing but burgeoning love. Too soon, the midnight hour was closing, and the streets were emptying. As waiters started checking their watches, Felicity asked shyly, “Can you drive me home?” Ashlee felt electric all over as they piled into the car and she thumbed the address into her phone. It was going to be a hike into Washington Northeast. The clubs and buildings gave way to houses and corner markets. Ashlee knew that they were almost in Maryland, and the homes did not look very friendly.

“You live all the way out here? And you don’t have a car? How far is it to the Metro?”

“It’s about a twenty-five or thirty minute walk. It gives me time to think.”

Ashlee looked at the garbage strewn-streets and shuddered. “You walk home in the dark every night? Aren’t you scared something is going to happen to you?”

A laugh flowed from Felicity’s lips. “Everybody always asks that. Not at all! I know everyone between here and Benning Road. Sometimes you just have to talk to people. Everyone deserves a smile and a kind word; that’s what mom always said. That’s actually why it takes me so long to walk sometimes.”

Ashlee’s jaw dropped in amazement as Felicity narrated the neighborhoods. Names of families, habitual corners of drug dealers and gangbangers, and the regular street people. Felicity had to be the bravest woman she had ever met. She had heard of the power of friendship, but Felicity was in the Wonder Woman class.

They pulled up to a house on a dark street and parked in front. To her surprise, there was a car in the driveway. She was even more astonished when Felicity led her not to the front door, but to what was obviously a garage. Inside the cramped space, canned cocktails were opened and they sat on the bed.

Felicity put her hand on Ashlee’s thigh. All expectations evaporated. Ashlee knew exactly what to do. She leaned in and touched her lips to Felicity’s. Heat began radiating as Felicity reached up to cradle the back of Ashlee’s neck, and kissed back with ardor. They lay down, feet dangling off the edge, and the magic continued.

In minutes, their hands played across each others’ bodies. Ashlee’s fingertips traced Felicity’s tiny breasts, and Ashlee felt thrilling pressure as Felicity squeezed her through the blouse and camisole. This is what she had missed all those years. For now, there was no Sarah, no mom, no dad; nobody but her and this gorgeous woman who loved her as none ever had.

They stroked each other's backs, thighs and buttocks, grasping and holding, nuzzling faces and necks. Overwhelmed with desire, Ashlee reached down Felicity’s front. She felt astonished and guilty when Felicity firmly grasped her wrist and pushed away.

“Ashlee,” she said, sitting up and instantly becoming serious. Confused, Ashlee pushed herself up on her elbows and eyed her quizzically.

“Ashlee: I think I love you, and I want this to happen, but there’s something you have to know.”

Ashlee sat the rest of the way up. She tried to anticipate what could possibly be coming, but nothing came. Oh God, what’s about to happen? she thought with dread. She felt as if it was her turn to say something, anything, and Felicity was clearly wishing for some reassurance, but her lips were as frozen as her thoughts.

A minute passed as Felicity swallowed, breathed deeply and reddened. “Ashlee … Ashlee.” Pause, swallow, and breathe. “Ashlee, I’m … I’m transgender. I have a penis. I didn’t want you to find out first.”

Ashley goggled. Of all the things … she could never have anticipated this. She felt trickling tears as Sarah, mom, dad, everything she thought she knew about herself and her new world crashed together in a cacophony of shame and fear.

“I know it’s not obvious. It’s the hormones. They do things to me. It makes me happy to be a woman. I love you. Don’t go.”

But Ashlee was already on her feet, backing away. Her reason was shouting not to do this, but her legs and glistening eyes weren’t responding.

“Felicity … I … I can’t … I can’t believe …” she tried, but words still failed her. 

“Ashlee, I know you’re scared. I can see it. Robert Davis is dead; he’s not who I am. Ashlee, I didn’t want to scare you. It’s still me. Felicity. Please stay.”

Too late. Ashlee backed out the door stammering half-formed apologies and excuses. She knew she was throwing away the best chance at love she ever had, but she was powerless to stop herself. Leaving Felicity’s pleas unheeded as they followed her out the door, she jumped in her car and sped off into the night.

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Finished A Book! Mini-Review

Monday, November 18, 2024

"SPEND WELL, LIVE RICH: How to Get What You Want with the Money You Have" by Michelle Singletary

This mini-review bounces off the post "How the 'Hundred-Dollar Holiday' changed my perspective on gift-giving." I wasn't finished with the book when I wrote it, but the "Hundred-Dollar Holiday" was something I had to stop and discuss with my partner. And it turned out to be one of the most important money discussions we ever had. Now that I've finished, I've concluded EVERYONE needs to read this book! A LOT of the statistics are outdated, but, if you compare them to today, they're still trending how they're shown in the book. And they still prove her points. I grabbed this book due to my being ADHD and having issues with impulsive spending. I'd like to say "in the past", but there are times I've put money on a Kickstarter project, went, "The fuck are you doing? You're unemployed and need to save the unemployment money!" and then cancelled the pledge. Or I'll see an ad on social media and go, "Oooo!... Wait..." While there was no set of instructions on how to curb impulse spending, the book didn't need it. Questions were asked instead. It, basically, boiled down to, "What are your financial goals?"

My partner is worried we'll be working into our 70s; we don't want that. We want to be living in a house, so we can adopt kids. We need to be saving for the kids' education. I don't want to worry about money my entire life. I want to have enough money to have fun guilt-free. These are needs and wants. 10/10

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About the Author

MICHELLE SINGLETARY's Washington Post column, "The Color of Money," is syndicated in more than 100 newspapers across the country. She is a frequent contributor to NPR. She has appeared on NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, Nightline, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The View, and The Dianne Rehm Show. She has also advised National Football League rookies on personal finance. Singletary is a graduate of the University of Maryland and has a master's in business from the Johns Hopkins University. Singletary has covered business and personal finance, first for the Baltimore Evening Sun and then for The Washington Post. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children. www.michellesingletary.com

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