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No, this isn't a resolution... just a slight shift in behavior from something I noticed I was doing... something that no doubt was adding up to hours of wasted time.
I caught myself last month, waiting to take a lamblet to her music lesson. I had approx. 15 minutes before I had to leave. I sat there, feeling antsy, randomly clicking around the internet, just wishing the 15 minutes had passed so I could leave. Had it been 30 minutes, I would have felt like I had time to do something, but 15? It felt like no man's land. Too early too leave, not long enough to really do anything, but I thought of all of those 15 minutes added up. I thought of the hours, the days, all comprised of 15 minutes I wished away. I had to find something, and something that would be easy to start and stop.
I pulled out an unused notebook. I'm always buying them... this size, that color. I've loved clean, lined notebooks since the 4th grade. They held promise. I even prefer sketching in notebooks. There's less pressure. So I grabbed the notebook... doodled "15 Minutes" on the cover, and wrote whatever came to mind until it was time to leave. I pull it out anytime I find myself waiting for an appt, waiting until I have to pick someone up, waiting for whatever reason we wait, but feel like there's not enough time to do anything, and I write, I draw, I doodle, I embellish previous entries. Nothing may come of this, but something may... something may develop, and I'll have it, captured on the page, instead of lost with my other wonderful thoughts that light up my mind so brightly only to be lost in the haze of the day's activities.
Yes, something may come of it, or nothing may, but at least I'm no longer wishing it away.
Awesome idea. I am gonna yoink it, see if I don't.
I am fond of these notebooks.
Part blank, for sketching, part lined for notes. Ready for whatever comes leaking out of my melon.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 08:20 AM
Like.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 08:20 AM
I totally love this idea.
I too have a bagillion notebooks lying around, just because I like to have them.
But I can't remember the last time I had 15 minutes to burn.....
Posted by: Von | January 17, 2012 at 09:59 AM
That's a great idea. I too find those 15 minutes quite annoying. At least you have found something to fill them! :)
((Hugs))
Laura
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 10:42 AM
Again, who is this positive fish and what did he do with mah fren fish?
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 11:11 AM
I've long been in the notebook habit, too. In fact I've got three right next to the laptop right now.
I'm going to write something in one!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 17, 2012 at 11:15 AM
Yay, thunder! And then post about it, and then write in one about posting about writing in one about it!!!
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 11:20 AM
Fish is soooo cute! :)
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 11:20 AM
I'm starting to think that Laura's place is really fish's alter ego blog...
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 11:22 AM
Naw, we just swim upstream and mate once a year. Thereby, ensuring a future perfect race of human/fish leaders.
You've been warned early cause I like you. :)
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 11:33 AM
And physically, our spawn is off the charts gorgeous!
I'm just sayin....
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 11:41 AM
Thereby, ensuring a future perfect race of human/fish leaders.
This is going in a decidedly Lovecraftian direction. Calling Dr. Bastard! Posting the "It's beginning to look a lot like Fishmen" video seems to be called for.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 11:48 AM
Laura- you guys are hard to photograph (being under water and all), but I believe I've seen you.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 11:53 AM
They are all over, Jennifer.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 11:56 AM
LOL!
Who ever would have suspected Simple Laura...
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 12:01 PM
Our oldest son "Gil" is a real prick.
He'll be dealing with all of you in his own good time.
Muwhahahahahahah etc.
How did you get that picture of us??!!!
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 12:17 PM
*judging by the picture, Fish and I have been together for quite some time!
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 12:24 PM
Some of our kids aren't quite as cute.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 12:36 PM
Don't you remember sweetie?
I killed those ones. :)
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 12:44 PM
ick.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 12:52 PM
I don't think it was ick that killed them.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 01:00 PM
I am glad that fish got that joke.
I still say ick. It was a double pun, damn you.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 01:06 PM
I got it, I got it!!! But was distracted by REAL LIFE!!!
I think Laura killed them with the iron... wanting flatfish.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 01:10 PM
I was saying that to fish, Jennifer. I KNOW you got it.
Human-fish love is unnatural. Fishcegenation.
Ick.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 01:18 PM
I was saying that to fish, Jennifer. I KNOW you got it.
Hey... I'm a blogger, I'm needy!
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 01:22 PM
Human-fish love is unnatural.
Ahem
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 01:25 PM
Doesn't look very natural to me.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 01:34 PM
Oh, you're right. Never mind.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 01:39 PM
I am pretty sure it doesn't shoot out of my mouth.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 01:39 PM
Geez, fish.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 01:40 PM
I think Laura killed them with the iron
related
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 01:41 PM
I am pretty sure it doesn't shoot out of my mouth
Thanks for the visuals, fish. My day was lacking.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 01:44 PM
Geez, fish.
Well you did say it wasn't natural.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 01:53 PM
And now you know why fish ends up in the freezer.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 17, 2012 at 02:03 PM
You guys are hilarious. lol
Posted by: blue girl | January 17, 2012 at 02:15 PM
Youse guys
Posted by: blue girl | January 17, 2012 at 02:15 PM
Human beings and fish can coexist.
This is going in a decidedly Lovecraftian direction. Calling Dr. Bastard! Posting the "It's beginning to look a lot like Fishmen" video seems to be called for.
Yeah, that's a good one.
Posted by: B^4 | January 17, 2012 at 02:27 PM
I didn't get it
Posted by: Kathleen | January 17, 2012 at 02:49 PM
And then post about it, and then write in one about posting about writing in one about it!!!
and take a picture!!!!!
Posted by: Kathleen | January 17, 2012 at 02:49 PM
Nice recall, B^4.
On the other hand...
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 17, 2012 at 02:54 PM
That fish has the birdie just about ready to give up, thunder....
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 03:19 PM
"I think Laura killed them with the iron... wanting flatfish."
You all DO remember that I have a crushing fetish, right? :)
Oh! I got a shiver just thinking about it!
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 03:22 PM
we freeze him all the time, but I think crushing fish is over the line, Laura.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 03:24 PM
I didn't crush him. Just our hideous offspring.
Mostly I like to crush vegetables. :)
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 03:28 PM
Mind you, a little bruising is probably OK.
KIDDING, FREN FISH! Go back to fighting with Mandos. Sheesh he's more contentious than... well, than I am.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 03:33 PM
We thought you were merely crushing on him, but I'm with ZRM, fish's BFF!! A little bruising would be fine... just until you hear his swim bladder go, "BRAP!"
Posted by: Jennifer | January 17, 2012 at 03:38 PM
There have been a couple of Dirty Jobs episodes where Mike Rowe squeezes fish....
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 03:48 PM
I'd like to do an episode about squeezing veggies!
It would be REALLY dirty-I promise.
I think I've had enough pink champagne for today!
Now I need to go crush something on the sly...
Posted by: Laura | January 17, 2012 at 03:52 PM
If you hear a popping noise, too much.
Posted by: fish | January 17, 2012 at 05:28 PM
The notebook strategy was pretty much how I used my poor nearly-dead laptop; it was for non-internet making of stuff. You can do stuff on the computer too, like making a car fuck a spider and uh...never mind.
Posted by: Substance McGravitas | January 17, 2012 at 06:30 PM
Laura, I tried to leave a comment on your ironing post but I can't remember my Google account info to log in. lol I need to figure that out. But, I'm so happy you are so happy with your new, shiny iron!!
(Thanks, Jennifer, for letting me comment here till I figure out what I'm doing on The Google!)
Posted by: blue girl | January 17, 2012 at 07:51 PM
If Beege can't remember her Google account, I don't think we can let her be vocalist, even if Mick comes in the bar. How can we trust her to remember the lyrics.
Backup singer, sure. But not Lead singer.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 17, 2012 at 08:25 PM
And physically, our spawn is off the charts gorgeous!
Indeed.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | January 17, 2012 at 10:53 PM
Had it been 30 minutes, I would have felt like I had time to do something, but 15?
Just long enough for a beer.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | January 17, 2012 at 10:54 PM
Hi Blue Girl! Isn't my new iron awesome?
Thank you for noticing. I hear you like to iron too. :P
Herr doktor... I can assure you. I killed any of our children that looked like that. :)
Posted by: Laura | January 18, 2012 at 03:51 AM
Just long enough for a beer.
You're a bad man.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 18, 2012 at 04:37 AM
Indeed.
HAWT!
Posted by: fish | January 18, 2012 at 05:19 AM
Just long enough for a beer.
You're a bad man.
On the contrary, it's one of the things I like about Old Bimble.
The bad part; no beer in House O Zombie.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 18, 2012 at 06:49 AM
Just long enough for a beer.
Well, it is past 10:00 AM...
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 18, 2012 at 07:08 AM
Frozen squirrel as I walked to my office building this morning, thunder.
Tell them to hibernate or something. It's frickin cold here.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 18, 2012 at 07:11 AM
Well, it is past 10:00 AM...
Unfortunately, I have painting class from noon-10pm. I'll have to wait for the latter 10:00.
Yes, it is frickin' cold, but seasonal. I just think having most of December hovering in the 40's and 50's has weakened us. We must steel our wool!
Posted by: Jennifer | January 18, 2012 at 07:46 AM
Oh yeah, right, Riddled is the weird place.
Posted by: Another Kiwi | January 18, 2012 at 10:48 AM
hey it's Military SciFi week at tor.com!!!!
wanted to make sure you all didn't miss it!!
Posted by: Kathleen | January 18, 2012 at 11:26 AM
Oh yeah, right, Riddled is the weird place.
Posted by: Another Kiwi | January 18, 2012 at 10:48 AM
A CONFESSION!!!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 18, 2012 at 07:42 PM
dammit, that was a quality "fishcegenation" joke that you all ignored up there!
I would say I shan't be back, but I figure it's more annoying if I DON'T go away.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | January 19, 2012 at 06:56 AM
A CONFESSION!!!
Nobody expected Thunder to say that!!!
Posted by: Another Kiwi | January 19, 2012 at 02:57 PM
Somebody is just begging for the comfy chair.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | January 20, 2012 at 08:39 AM