Vlog update:
A name has been chosen: ONC. ONC stands for Ontario Nerd Conglomeration, but I'm thinking maybe Channel would be more appropriate. I'm working on some formatting ideas, including possibly sharing the vlog with Tim. I told him we should, but he wasn't too excited about it. And then he heard the name and was excited and jumped up on the wagon.
Projected launch date is Tuesday 29 December. Updates on Tuesdays and Fridays from me, and Tim will probably take one or two days a week as well, and it will be made of win. The lovely Cherd is working on theme music, and I'm super-duper excited about it.
In other news, I've become completely obsessed with YouTube, and it is irreversable, I believe.
Also, I'm out of books to read, so if y'all have suggestions, I'll try to read them. I've decided that my New Year's resolution for next year will be to read a novel a week, for a total of 52 novels next year. They don't have to be long, but I need to start a list so that I don't end up getting way behind. So, please help!
DFTBA,
Jennie.Rae
06 December 2009
04 December 2009
"Spotty, unfit, neurotic, unfunny, forgetful, weedy" - Charlie McDonell (SP?)
So, big-ish news.
Coming sometime shortly after Christmas, I shall be posting on YouTube instead of here. Actually, I might keep this up, I'm not sure, but I plan on starting up a vlog on YouTube. I've a slight obsession, and I thought that it would be a good idea to jump into the community by which I'm so fascinated.
I'm still trying to come up with a name for it, so if you've got any ideas, that'd be great. I'm thinking something either anagramatical, or an alliteration. Some kind of wordplay would be great. Unfortunately, the best I can come up with is Knocturnal Knovelist, and I don't like to call myself a novelist at the best of times, so I'm not totally sold, yet.
It has to come after Christmas, because then I will be in possession of my very own, brand new laptop, and then I'll actually have the apparati that I will need to make a video for a vlog. I'm sort of really excited for this, I hope it works.
Coming sometime shortly after Christmas, I shall be posting on YouTube instead of here. Actually, I might keep this up, I'm not sure, but I plan on starting up a vlog on YouTube. I've a slight obsession, and I thought that it would be a good idea to jump into the community by which I'm so fascinated.
I'm still trying to come up with a name for it, so if you've got any ideas, that'd be great. I'm thinking something either anagramatical, or an alliteration. Some kind of wordplay would be great. Unfortunately, the best I can come up with is Knocturnal Knovelist, and I don't like to call myself a novelist at the best of times, so I'm not totally sold, yet.
It has to come after Christmas, because then I will be in possession of my very own, brand new laptop, and then I'll actually have the apparati that I will need to make a video for a vlog. I'm sort of really excited for this, I hope it works.
25 November 2009
Anagramatically
Just wanted to share with anyone who cares:
Jennie Rae Urban anagrams to Ninja ear be rune. I'm still trying to find something better for the "ear be" part. :D
J
Jennie Rae Urban anagrams to Ninja ear be rune. I'm still trying to find something better for the "ear be" part. :D
J
12 November 2009
I'm usually a very peaceful guy but I'm gonna kill you - I'm Gonna Kill You by Hank Green
So, just thought I'd let y'all in on Secret Project #1. (Actually, it's not secret. I'm trying to enlist as much help as I can, so...)
I've started a new blog (hilaryoudyk.blogspot.com). This is for my Philosophy ISU, and I'd like as much help as I can get. Basically, the premise is that I want to figure out what the hell happened to privacy and why the hell do we have this innate desire to post our every stupid thought online for everyone to see.
So, head over to hilaryoudyk.blogspot.com and leave a comment, please. I'll probably address it in my next post, and you'll even get to feel good for helping me with my super-huge philosophy ISU which I'll probably be working on every night. :D
I've started a new blog (hilaryoudyk.blogspot.com). This is for my Philosophy ISU, and I'd like as much help as I can get. Basically, the premise is that I want to figure out what the hell happened to privacy and why the hell do we have this innate desire to post our every stupid thought online for everyone to see.
So, head over to hilaryoudyk.blogspot.com and leave a comment, please. I'll probably address it in my next post, and you'll even get to feel good for helping me with my super-huge philosophy ISU which I'll probably be working on every night. :D
03 November 2009
Damn Facebook, too bloody addicting! - Hank Green and Michael Aranda, DFTBA
Alright, so this was going to be a fun and upbeat post about all the places I want to go and things I want to do when Allison and I go on our road trip.
And then I watched a video on YouTube (which shouldn't have even happened, because I should be writing a cover letter). It was a mothers day song, and the guy's mother had cancer. He says, "This may be her last mothers day."
And then, the stupid commentors who have no idea what it feels like, say, and I quote: "I lost my grandpa in '05 because of cancer." And "It'd... it'd be better if you didn't cuss..." and, best of all, "OMG this song was good and u are very hott".
Okay, to Commentor #1: Losing your mother is a whole world different from losing your mother. Losing a grandparent sucks, I know. But they're old, and going to die soon, anyway. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but it's true. I can't imagine losing my mother. When Geoffrey died, that was enough. But watching my Mommy dying slowly because of cancer, that would be enough to put me over the edge. A better response would have been, perhaps, "I lost my grandpa in '05 to cancer, and I can almost imagine how hard it would be to watch your mother go through that."
Commentor #2: The point of that line ("That fukkin' disease") was not to be family friendly. Cancer in not family friendly. There is nothing safe about cancer. "That fukkin' disease" is the best way I've heard it described yet. Not everything is safe, my dear. Sometimes, cussing is appropriate.
And Commentor #3: I am simply speechless. This is the epitome of why I have lost faith in the human race. Someone bares his soul to you via his music, and all you can think of is a very badly spelled "u are very hott"? I'm sorry. That just makes me sad and a little bit angry.
And this leads me to wonder: Do people think at all anymore? Seriously. I guess I've been thinking about this for a while, but just today it really hit me. Our very personal lives have become very public. For example, I can log into Facebook and see instantly what everyone from my cousin Rhiana at Queen's to Michelle Campbell at CCSS, from Sarah at DCHS to Tim at Lakehead is doing. I don't know about you, but that seems to be almost invasive. Some things were meant to be private. Comments on YouTube work much the same way. People don't think before they comment on videos, as we can see from the above little rant. Sometimes, what you have to say is very important. Sometimes, you have a deep and profound thought, and you really want to share. That's fine. But something like "u are very hott" is something best said to your best friend and then forgotten. This is why I worry about this generation: because no one values thinking anymore, no one values privacy.
(I guess this is a little redundant that I'm posting this on my blog, rather than writing it in my journal, eh?)
Jennie.Rae
Postscript: I was going to link to the video, but I just can't figure out how to copy and paste right now. Call me computer-illiterate if you will, but it actually won't go. :(
And then I watched a video on YouTube (which shouldn't have even happened, because I should be writing a cover letter). It was a mothers day song, and the guy's mother had cancer. He says, "This may be her last mothers day."
And then, the stupid commentors who have no idea what it feels like, say, and I quote: "I lost my grandpa in '05 because of cancer." And "It'd... it'd be better if you didn't cuss..." and, best of all, "OMG this song was good and u are very hott".
Okay, to Commentor #1: Losing your mother is a whole world different from losing your mother. Losing a grandparent sucks, I know. But they're old, and going to die soon, anyway. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but it's true. I can't imagine losing my mother. When Geoffrey died, that was enough. But watching my Mommy dying slowly because of cancer, that would be enough to put me over the edge. A better response would have been, perhaps, "I lost my grandpa in '05 to cancer, and I can almost imagine how hard it would be to watch your mother go through that."
Commentor #2: The point of that line ("That fukkin' disease") was not to be family friendly. Cancer in not family friendly. There is nothing safe about cancer. "That fukkin' disease" is the best way I've heard it described yet. Not everything is safe, my dear. Sometimes, cussing is appropriate.
And Commentor #3: I am simply speechless. This is the epitome of why I have lost faith in the human race. Someone bares his soul to you via his music, and all you can think of is a very badly spelled "u are very hott"? I'm sorry. That just makes me sad and a little bit angry.
And this leads me to wonder: Do people think at all anymore? Seriously. I guess I've been thinking about this for a while, but just today it really hit me. Our very personal lives have become very public. For example, I can log into Facebook and see instantly what everyone from my cousin Rhiana at Queen's to Michelle Campbell at CCSS, from Sarah at DCHS to Tim at Lakehead is doing. I don't know about you, but that seems to be almost invasive. Some things were meant to be private. Comments on YouTube work much the same way. People don't think before they comment on videos, as we can see from the above little rant. Sometimes, what you have to say is very important. Sometimes, you have a deep and profound thought, and you really want to share. That's fine. But something like "u are very hott" is something best said to your best friend and then forgotten. This is why I worry about this generation: because no one values thinking anymore, no one values privacy.
(I guess this is a little redundant that I'm posting this on my blog, rather than writing it in my journal, eh?)
Jennie.Rae
Postscript: I was going to link to the video, but I just can't figure out how to copy and paste right now. Call me computer-illiterate if you will, but it actually won't go. :(
30 October 2009
80 years alive and four eating food, five reading books and 57 with you, two eyes one nose one smile one life, it somehow isn't ever quite enough time
^^Hank Green, It All Makes Sense at the End.
I had a realization about myself today, while combating the tiny but ferocious chickens.
I can't wait to get old. That's not to say that I don't love life, and don't want to live every moment to the fullest extent, and that I'm not passionate about living. I do, and I am. But I found this song last night. Look it up on YouTube, because I can't get the URL to copy for some reason. It All Makes Sense at the End, Hank Green.
See, there's something that excites me about being able to look back on my life, and saying, "Damn that was a good time." I look forward to getting married and having kids. I look forward to getting a job, and hopefully doing what I love. But even if that doesn't happen, even if I end up doing something I hate, and I don't ever get married, and my sisters don't even have kids, so I don't get any little babies to play with, and all that, which would SUCK, I still can't want to look back on my life, and seeing why what happened, happened. I don't know if that makes sense.
I really want to get married, so that I can get so enmeshed in his life and in our life together that when I get old, I'll be like Oma and Opa. Oma complains that they barely even see each other, because they don't go out together or anything. But, whenever something happens to Opa, be it a cold or a flu or something worse, she goes mad. It's obvious that after fifty two years they've come to this place where there can be no exsistence with out the other. I truly believe that if one of them died, the other would be gone within six months. That, to me, is the epitome of a successful life and marriage. Even though they maybe had some really hard times - they didn't think my Opa would live to be fifty, because of his health. Yesterday was his seventy-sixth birthday. They had lots of troubles together, but they never stopped loving each other. What Hank says must be true: it does all make sense in the end. They can now look backwards, and say, "Maybe I don't understand why that happened, but it still makes sense. And I'm glad we went through it together."
That intrigues me. I know, I'm only seventeen. And I still have my whole life ahead of me. A life of happiness and heartache, a life of laughters and tears. A whole life. My mother always warns me not to wish my life away. I know that - and I really do enjoy almost every moment of my life. I sure treasure every moment, whether it's easy or hard. And sure, there's things I wish I could tell my younger self (I may just have to write a letter to her...) but that doesn't mean I'm not glad I went through everything I did. I already greatly enjoy looking back on my life. I so, I can't wait until I get old, and then I can reminisce with my old husband, and smile about the good things and chuckle about the stupid things and puzzle over the bad things.
NaNoWriMo starts in two days. I'm participating this year. The plan is to type it all on my typewriter, because otherwise it'll never all get done. I shall write about old people. I love old people. They have such good stories.
Man, it's so hard not to cheat! I want to start the story now, but I can't. 'Cause it's not November yet!
I had a realization about myself today, while combating the tiny but ferocious chickens.
I can't wait to get old. That's not to say that I don't love life, and don't want to live every moment to the fullest extent, and that I'm not passionate about living. I do, and I am. But I found this song last night. Look it up on YouTube, because I can't get the URL to copy for some reason. It All Makes Sense at the End, Hank Green.
See, there's something that excites me about being able to look back on my life, and saying, "Damn that was a good time." I look forward to getting married and having kids. I look forward to getting a job, and hopefully doing what I love. But even if that doesn't happen, even if I end up doing something I hate, and I don't ever get married, and my sisters don't even have kids, so I don't get any little babies to play with, and all that, which would SUCK, I still can't want to look back on my life, and seeing why what happened, happened. I don't know if that makes sense.
I really want to get married, so that I can get so enmeshed in his life and in our life together that when I get old, I'll be like Oma and Opa. Oma complains that they barely even see each other, because they don't go out together or anything. But, whenever something happens to Opa, be it a cold or a flu or something worse, she goes mad. It's obvious that after fifty two years they've come to this place where there can be no exsistence with out the other. I truly believe that if one of them died, the other would be gone within six months. That, to me, is the epitome of a successful life and marriage. Even though they maybe had some really hard times - they didn't think my Opa would live to be fifty, because of his health. Yesterday was his seventy-sixth birthday. They had lots of troubles together, but they never stopped loving each other. What Hank says must be true: it does all make sense in the end. They can now look backwards, and say, "Maybe I don't understand why that happened, but it still makes sense. And I'm glad we went through it together."
That intrigues me. I know, I'm only seventeen. And I still have my whole life ahead of me. A life of happiness and heartache, a life of laughters and tears. A whole life. My mother always warns me not to wish my life away. I know that - and I really do enjoy almost every moment of my life. I sure treasure every moment, whether it's easy or hard. And sure, there's things I wish I could tell my younger self (I may just have to write a letter to her...) but that doesn't mean I'm not glad I went through everything I did. I already greatly enjoy looking back on my life. I so, I can't wait until I get old, and then I can reminisce with my old husband, and smile about the good things and chuckle about the stupid things and puzzle over the bad things.
NaNoWriMo starts in two days. I'm participating this year. The plan is to type it all on my typewriter, because otherwise it'll never all get done. I shall write about old people. I love old people. They have such good stories.
Man, it's so hard not to cheat! I want to start the story now, but I can't. 'Cause it's not November yet!
15 October 2009
Your wrinkled eyes betray the joy with which you smile. - Mika Penniman, Stuck in the Middle
I just realized that I haven't posted since August.
That's not because I have nothing to say. It's just because I've been... busy. I guess. Right now I should be doing homework, but I just can't force myself to think about the Ballets Russes anymore, so I'm not doing it. I should also be doing history and philosophy readings (coincidence that we're talking about John Locke in both classes?) but I just can't bring myself to it.
My dad just got back from parent-teacher interviews. Once again, all my teachers have glowing reports about me. I guess they're all card-carrying members of my fan club. The only members, it sometimes seems. I know, I have lots of friends, and all, but in all honesty, I really only enjoy spending time with a few of them. I guess I'm like Pudge in Looking for Alaska - I'm friends with them because no one else will be, and no one else will be friends with me. But back on topic - Mrs Van Loon seems to think that I'm going into the UN or something and I'm going to single-handedly eradicate poverty, Mr Baker thinks I'm going to go on to become some great philosopher, Mrs Rodriguez thinks I'm going to study history and become a teacher or something. Miss Brouwer is the only one with a realistic veiw of my future - she thinks I'm going to do whatever the heck I want to do, and I'm going to excel at it. She, apparently, said that she's going to miss me next year, although I really don't know why she would. We hardly ever talk, and I'm super-shy in her class. She thinks that I push myself and that if everyone would push themselves like I do then the world would be full of much more fulfilled people. I only want to do well so I can keep my average above 85%, and preferably around a 90%.
Agh, but my head is spinning. I'm trying to figure out how what I'm learning in philosophy affects the way I live (so far I haven't come up with anything because it's all so ABSTRACT!). I'm trying to figure out what school to go to. I basically feel like I'm trying to figure out my whole life, at just barely seventeen. In less than a year, I'll be moved out, and moved in and settled into my new life - it's scary, but it's also really exciting.
This is definitely turning out to be one of the best years of my life.
DFTBA
Jennie.Rae
That's not because I have nothing to say. It's just because I've been... busy. I guess. Right now I should be doing homework, but I just can't force myself to think about the Ballets Russes anymore, so I'm not doing it. I should also be doing history and philosophy readings (coincidence that we're talking about John Locke in both classes?) but I just can't bring myself to it.
My dad just got back from parent-teacher interviews. Once again, all my teachers have glowing reports about me. I guess they're all card-carrying members of my fan club. The only members, it sometimes seems. I know, I have lots of friends, and all, but in all honesty, I really only enjoy spending time with a few of them. I guess I'm like Pudge in Looking for Alaska - I'm friends with them because no one else will be, and no one else will be friends with me. But back on topic - Mrs Van Loon seems to think that I'm going into the UN or something and I'm going to single-handedly eradicate poverty, Mr Baker thinks I'm going to go on to become some great philosopher, Mrs Rodriguez thinks I'm going to study history and become a teacher or something. Miss Brouwer is the only one with a realistic veiw of my future - she thinks I'm going to do whatever the heck I want to do, and I'm going to excel at it. She, apparently, said that she's going to miss me next year, although I really don't know why she would. We hardly ever talk, and I'm super-shy in her class. She thinks that I push myself and that if everyone would push themselves like I do then the world would be full of much more fulfilled people. I only want to do well so I can keep my average above 85%, and preferably around a 90%.
Agh, but my head is spinning. I'm trying to figure out how what I'm learning in philosophy affects the way I live (so far I haven't come up with anything because it's all so ABSTRACT!). I'm trying to figure out what school to go to. I basically feel like I'm trying to figure out my whole life, at just barely seventeen. In less than a year, I'll be moved out, and moved in and settled into my new life - it's scary, but it's also really exciting.
This is definitely turning out to be one of the best years of my life.
DFTBA
Jennie.Rae
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