Another blogroll

Seems like I spent two maybe even three hours yesterday (although when i sat down it was only going to be for ten mintues) visiting lots and lots of blog/sites with themes similar to this one – just scanning and being amazed at the creativity and dedication out there surronding snail mail – and we found we were listed in another blogroll – over at Letters and Journals! Thank-you. I’ve signed up for their free newsletter.  Right now, they’re giving away a pen shaped like a key. All you have to do is leave a comment on the site, or on the site’s twitter or facebook accounts. It’s quite neat looking!

I feel very untalented after seeing some of the great things mail artists can do with a little bit of paper and imagination. I have enough trouble getting the arms and legs of stickmen attached at the right places when I try to draw.

But then, I thought, I do have some scissors, and far more “comic” postcards then I’ll ever want to use…and a glue stick…and…well…

As I was happily wandering through a few online mail-loving nooks (is there a name for those of us who enjoy talking about and sending mail? Post-ophiles? Snailmail-huggers?) Another individual requesting mail popped up – Rachel B at http://iheartletters.blogspot.com/

So she will recieve today’s piece of mail. My first piece of mail art ever! Can I call it mail art? All I did was cut out two bits of another card and glued them on to this other one…well, I’m counting it!

This is the box down the street where I post most of my mail – it’s right beside a fancy restaurant, that likes to put up seasonal decorations, which is why there is a christmas tree standing beside it!

Day Seven

So I’ve been sending one mail a day for an entire week now! It  dosen’t feel that long – and it shouldnt -  it’s  not long at all – I’m only seven percent long into the project! I have to say with some trepidation, that yesterday my computer began to act a bit strangely – I had trouble uploading my photos, and today it’s on the sluggish side – so I may have caught a virus :(

I do have a back-up computer, although it is quite a bit older then my own,  and if I’m forced to use the back-up blog posting will become much more tedious.  (And I’m not sure if the other computer will let me upload pics.)  I’ll be having a look at my computer programmes later today to see if maybe  I’ve done something silly that is causing these problems.n

I’m quite happy with the number of visits my blog has recieved over the first week – and the number seems to be building up, which is great! Please let me know if there is something I can do to make this a more interesting place to visit. (I’m no code whiz, so please don’t ask me to make it look all fancy-schmancy!)

This morning I wrote a note to Ms. Bianca of  Goodnight Little Spoon fame. Her site is scrumptious! I hope she’ll send me something back, I’m sure whatever she sent would be really pretty!

I also signed up at sendsomething.net – but having done so, I’m a bit unsure about the privacy provided through the site – so I’m not going to recommend it right yet – I’ll wait a bit and see if I get inudated with weird mail or not. I hope not, of course!

Please let me know if you have a favourite address source! Thanks!

I Survived The Deathly Hallows

Last night, I put on my "mother of a teenager" shoes (Cute little sequined flip flops, btw) and took my daughter to a midnight showing of the final 'arry Pottuh movie.

See how I did that? Wasn't that cute?

No?

It wasn't?

Leave me alone, I've had 4 hours of sleep and damn it, that was fucking adorable.

Anyway, yes. I sat for two hours in a crowded theater, put on clever Potter-esque 3-D glasses and then watched what is being billed as the last movie that will ever. be. made. EVER, people. Not really, but jeez, the build-up on this is killing me.

And lo, it was good. It was actually great. I think. That may be the sleep deprivation talking. Alan Rickman has deserved far more acclaim than he's gotten for being the absolute embodiment of Snape. I WEPT, unashamedly, at his two major scenes in this movie. He made the movie for me.

Okay, movie was great, had actors and props and everything, yay. Now I'm going to actually get to my point. This was my first midnight showing. I'm not a night-owl, by any means. I'm also not a "need to see it, first rattle outta the hat" sort of girl. I like to wait until the crowds have died down, see it a relatively empty theater, or better yet, rent it. But this is the last of these movies, and Drama Queen is of the Potter Generation. These kids grew up on these books, with Harry, Hermione and Ron and attended midnight release parties for the books. (WTF with all the midnight shit, media moguls? What is your problem with 7 pm? I would pay more for a 7 pm release, hand to heaven.) They identify with him, both on the page and the movie screen. It was midnight release or nothing! THE LAST HARRY POTTER, MOTHER! THE LAST! LAST!

She wasn't dubbed Drama Queen for her acting skills alone, yo.

And that is how I wound up at a jam-packed, cinematic E-VENT!!! What a freak show. I say that with affection, love and more than a little eye-rolling. I get the newly-graduated, sorority sisters, engaging in a little PG-13 fun. And I really enjoyed the flocks of Hogwart robes. But I'm going to draw the line at slutty Slytherin/Griffindor school-girl uniforms. That was a little much, ladies. Though I will give props to the poison green bra lace, peeking out from the artfully tied shirt and the perfectly matching striped stockings. Apparently Hot Topic sells a kit. Charming.

Heh, get it? Charming? Cripes, you guys have no sense of humor when I've only had 4 hours of sleep.

There are a lot of negatives to the midnight showing. Standing in line for hours, then sitting in a seat for hours more? Yuck. Sitting cheek to jowl with strangers in strange garb? Um, no. Not getting home until 3:30 am? That's a big ole hell no.

BUT. But. There is an incredible sense of camraderie and excitement at these showings. I had conversations with several fun and interesting people about the books, the movies, theater and life in general. People are amped and joined in a common adventure. There is (forgive the turn of phrase) magic in the air. The applause at critical moments, the cheers and jeers, they are fun. It is lovely to share this last moment of a particular cultural phenomenon with a large group of friends, family and aliens. Am I sorry I went. No. Not at all.

But I ain't doing that shit ever again. Mama likes her sleep.