Beloved and I went to see two movies just a few short days ago: Into the Spider Verse and Bumblebee. Both are very different movies, but they have one thing in common – a healthy dollop of nostalgia.
The real truth is, I love to write. I have loved to make up stories since I was a pipsqueak. It’s part of my story. I have written tales and loved it.
Tumblr was once popular amongst nerds and creative types because even plebes like myself could get the word out.
I think I may have hypothesised about time being a decent unit of currency. Once spent, it can’t be retrieved. It’s a precious and finite resource, and you can’t spend it to get more of it.
have less free time because I can’t keep focus. I can’t keep focus because I’m always tired. I’m always tired because I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning. I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning because I’ve been going to sleep earlier because I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I have less free time…
Once upon a time, Science Fiction was poo-pooed as “that Buck Rogers stuff”, Star Trek was a silly television show that only housewives watched, comic books were “kids’ stuff”, the Beatles were a stupid boy band for teens, and anything animated was for school children.
Growing up, the only place I saw people of colour was Sesame Street. The only disabled person on television was on Ironsides and I didn’t get to see a movie with an all-black cast until my mid-teens.