#random reflections

It makes me incredibly proud as a WOC to see these ladies on screen and it brings me so much joy to see (simply on the internet) their impact on black women and girls alike.

“They call him Rosie” ugh this just sent goosebumps all over my body. He doesn’t even anticipate anything about him, but he gives him such a memorable introduction that even if you don’t know what’s going to happen next, you can’t help but get the feeling this Rosie is going to be important. Having read Helmet For My Pillow right before this, I’ve been trying to compare their different writing styles in my mind and this is what made me realize: if Leckie is a poet, Crosby is definitely a screenwriter.

I’ll save a longer rant for another day, but I will say this: I played with Midjourney one afternoon for a little bit, thought “huh that’s a neat toy”, and got bored and never went back. I picked up a pencil a month ago to learn to sketch, and I’ve been obsessively sketching every day since. The momentary pleasure of “having” a cool picture is NOTHING compared to the joy of the act of making the cool picture.

I think a few parents complained, but she used to just pull the I am exposing your children to lots of different ways of thinking and different cultures when in reality she was trying to convert us to christainity lmao

Looking at your own Facebook memories really does feel like studying an ancient civilization sometimes. Like, who were you past self? Why did you want fish? Did you ever find them? We may never know.

Still wish Sparklez had seen the 777-power arrows. Would’ve given him a nice little thrill to remember.