Day: February 10, 2024

Tomorrow is the big game. That means today is the big build. We are borrowing from work across the internet landscape here to develop our first ever snack stadium. I am new to the concept. In truth, I saw it on a random Digg feed post and said, “Baby, we gotta…” Next thing you know we are sliding through internet feeds trying to figure out how such things are built from the ground up. Sometimes people use 3d printers. There are woodwork versions there are Soda can carton versions that look surprisingly high tier. This is one example pulled from cyberspace:

Note the use of soda can cartons and upside down tins to create the levels. So, when I saw this I decided we would do a version out of foam board. I expected to cut out every single piece of foam board to assemble into a perfect stadium. Then we went to the store and the Lady Talis saw perfect “stands” just sitting there in the Walmart shelves. They were the boxes that held products.

She took the boxes.

I still cannot believe she did that. She and I just emptied the merchandise out of the holder cartons and took the cartons. That, my readers, is wild behaviors. I didn’t grow up in a world where things like that could even be considered. I mean it isn’t illegal or anything, it is just unheard of. Yet, here we are now with all the materials to build something closer to this:

I plan to photo the results, so stay tuned to see how it all turns out.

Yeah, I am not ready yet. I have ideas coalescing but I am not at the point of writing freely. I have so much structured work taking place (3 projects and an additional 2 novels floating around in my head with an entire fantasy series rattling the bars from deep in the mental dungeon) and on deadline that it is hard to step back and just create freely. In fact it is difficult to suss out anything beyond the worlds I am invested in presently.

Today I walked into a work meeting where I was asked to present my favorite book. I’d forgotten (or more likely never even knew) this was required for the meeting. Placed in the spotlight all I could think to say was On Writing by Stephen King. I could’ve called up any of his works, really, but I referred to that particular one as his gospel. I went on to speak of writing as my own gospel and got very preachy about it. So much so that later in the meeting I was chided about it. Hell, at least they remembered what I said. I think it is important to be remembered at the very least. Being a footnote in the universe means your note remains. That kind of stuff matters to me. I suppose it is why I write in a sense–to be read.