low flying panic attack
I like this video right until the final frame, which is a bit of a cop-out.
Obsessed. Love this song.
There is a whole sub-genre of music videos called “walking away from a car wreck (our love).”
A new Andrew Bird track, featuring my girl, Fiona Apple.
Guys, I got my hair cut today. This wouldn’t be such a deal if it hadn’t been almost six months from my last haircut, and if I didn’t look so much like a witch of late. But now my hair is soft and swingy and pretty and I’m no longer fantasizing about hacking if off with a knife and stuffing it into a little doll of myself that I give to the first person I see on the street, yelling to them, “take it take it stuff it with pins!” See? Better.
Things I’ve been up to — oh, I’ve applied to ever so many grants, local, national, all of them. Ok, three. But it was a lot of work and I’m thanking past Becky for that because present Becky is giving the very idea side-eye.
I’ve been working on submitting work too, which is hard because I don’t have as much work as I’d like to send out. Which means I need to write more. Balancing a new job with creative output will be something for me to work on in the coming year, I see.
But, I got some pretty amazing news yesterday. The kind of news that warrants this:
(I did look for a cover, since my blog’s been a little Queen heavy lately, but it turns out no one does this song justice but them)
BUT I’m not going to tell you the news yet because SECRETS (no, it’s not a book). So stay tuned. You’ll know more in…ok, I don’t know. Months. Many or few. In the meantime, just drink in Freddie Mercury’s amazing outfit.