Festive in Red

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The automatic timer on my camera is doubling as a full length mirror. Of all the things I don’t have yet, like any living room furniture, I would say I’m least worried about a mirror.  The camera does the job and leaves me with an image of what I looked like at the before I head out and smudge my lipstick. Not a bad thing. I tend towards being camera shy, so it does me good to put myself in front of the camera. I intend to participate in Cass‘ Sunday Self Portrait, if not weekly, often as I did on the old blog.

I took this picture Saturday afternoon in my empty living room before heading out for a Christmas party at a friend’s house. It was a great time. Any evening which includes Chris, good friends, yummy food, and a screening of Wrath of Khan is automatically one of the best parties I’ve ever attended. Our gracious host Doug has an enviable number of Star Trek model starships. Fortunately for everyone, he doesn’t have batteries in them or I’d still be gleefully pressing buttons.

I’m digging the red tights, my newest acquisition. The only thing missing is some festive Christmas jewelry. Back in junior high and high school, I used to deck myself out in holiday accessories. Antlers, candy cane striped tights, gaudy holiday themed earrings and necklaces. I’d even made myself anklets with bells on them. If there is one thing I love as much as I love Christmas lights – and I freaking adore lights – it’s bells. Next year, I’ll have to return to the personal tradition that once had my high school counselor call me “festively annoying.” A proud moment. Where there a reasonable excuse, I’d wear bells all year long.


Simple question: Where are you from?

My answer is a little complicated.

I live in Simpsonville, South Carolina,

by way of Kent, Washington

by way of Farmington, Missouri

by way of Sheridan, New York

by way of Kent, Washington

by way of Silverdale, Washington

by way of Eva Beach, Hawaii

by way of Bangor, Washington

by way of Bremerton, Washington

by way of Groton, Connecticut

by way of New London, Connecticut

by way of Bremerton, Washington

by way of San Diego, California

by way of Bremerton, Washington

by way of San Diego, California

by way of Norwich, Connecticut

by way of Somersworth, New Hampshire.

by way of Dover, New Hampshire.

Aren’t you glad you asked?

Even I get confused.

After checking with Mom, I added Somersworth to the list. Makes for a eighteen moves in thirty years. As a kid, I went to eight elementary schools – one of them three different times – two middle schools and two high schools. As an adult, I’ve moved four times. I cannot say for sure for how long I’ve landed here in South Carolina. Today, I’m here and have no plans to leave.

I wonder who I would have been had I been raised in fewer places. Less open minded. Less adaptable. Less independent. I suspect I’d have been less of a nerd. I would have been more mainstream in my thinking, you see, growing up with a consistent peer group to measure myself against. To think I might have read fewer books, found learning less important or not developed a love for classic science fiction. Horrifying.


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Sweet visuals. Cool music. Not much plot.

As I’ve been told, the original movie is much the same. I’ve not seen it. Blame Netflix for not streaming it. Or the fact I’m too young to have seen it when it came out in 1982. Either way, Legacy was my firHere at NerdBliss, I strive to maintain a spoiler free environment.

I loved the look of the movie. The elder Flynn’s place in the digital world, as pictured above, especially excited my minimalist side. The table and chandelier are drool worthy. Every set is visually stunning. All the action looks so darn slick. Exactly how it should for the story.

The music is seamlessly joined with the visuals. The soundtrack by Daft Punk goes a long way towards evangelizing on behalf of House and electronic music. I’m learning to enjoy the genera thanks to Chris and his diverse musical taste. The movie was like a feature length, 3D music video. I don’t mean that in a bad way.

In defense of the film, I will say I tend not to go for action based movies. I’m sort of into more intellectual and more talking in my movies, less racing and things blowing up. It’s not a defect in the movie, but a poor match for my taste. I can also report Chris found it lived up to his expectations, but did not exceed them. Not high praise, but still worthwhile for fans of the original movie, fans of Daft Punk, and fans of slick action movies.