Someday I will figure out (or have Bob figure it out for me) how to get a custom meta field sitting at the bottom of all my posts. Then I’ll have a “now playing” field to show what song I pulled my post title from. Because almost every single post title comes from lyrics of whatever song I happen to be listening to when I started writing the post. (In this case: We Are Young by Fun.)
I do not understand PHP in the least. It is completely over my head.
Anyhoo.
Trying to explain the crazy inner-workings of a fictional character’s mind—just as complicated as trying to explain the crazy inner-workings of my own brain as it turns out. And Marina isn’t nearly as crazy as I am. But Marina has a whole host of her own problems I kind of want to slap her for. There is probably some sort of irony in there—a character that I created that I just want to slap for being stupid. The more I write on the interactions of Ben and Marina, the more I realize the highly dysfunctional dynamic between them is not because they’re equally to blame. There’s really nothing wrong with Ben, Marina is just a crabby bitch. Which is to say, I need to do some reworking to balance things out. Otherwise a large portion of the story is not going to make the least bit of sense.
This is not news.
I read an article about Inattentive ADHD—I know. BUT it didn’t completely break my brain from the idiocy of the writer. It actually made sense to me. As it turns out there is a name for what goes on in my non-functional brain. What I see as Jesus H. Roman would you just fucking focus on something—ANYTHING—for more than two-thirds of a second, and maybe not forget what it was in the last third, because—oooh, hey, >Rooster Teeth posted a new video>—what should I make for dinner toni—hey I need to go look up that…fuck what was I going to look up? Gawd I really need to do laundry, I really need a platypus named Burnie. Ooh a new song for the Ben & Marina playlist. This house is a fucking disaster. What was I just thinking about? WTF was I just thinking about? Fuckitall anyway it’s almost five o’clock and I haven’t showered.
Yeah.
That.
It’s called “default mode” and to get it to function, I need to turn it off. In four years, I have not found one single effective treatment—medicinal or otherwise. And I have done A FUCKTON of research and experimenting on my own on top of the seven failed prescriptions.
So I write. I listen to music in unhealthy quantities. My house is a mess. Laundry sits piled high. Dinner is always last minute. I have a platypus named Burnie.
I’m actually torn between Burnie or Leonard. The blue of his bill and feet are very much a “Church Blue.” And he could totally be best friends with Caboose. Either way he’s being named after the same person, but I’m pretty sure I’d get along better with Church than Burnie. Church is a crabby bitch with no tolerance for stupidity. Burnie is a ultra-social people person with the gift of gab. Doesn’t mean I’d kick him out of bed on a cold night.
Ahem.
Anyway.
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(Rooster Teeth Animated Adventures – Statue)
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We Are Young Fun. |