Random Thought Thread

I came across this video (below) online, and wonder . . . this guy (the channel owner) has almost 10Million (yep, 10 M-I-L-L-I-O-N, you read it right!) followers from making videos like this, and not just a few, but over 300 videos with similar layout/content, bad acting, stereotyping issues into goody-feel-endings. How many videos with this kind of content can a person actually watch?!?!


Note that the title is a click-bait, the "bad" person is clearly marked with fake wig as the bad who doesn't want to be bad, but she is acting in it to show the point of the story, the story is highly moralistic. The story is so simple and obvious and kind of annoying, but people respond to this kind of format/plot. I am confused . . .

 

I have been thinking about what you wrote. I think I am trying to find an integration between my two sides, as I am trying to change. I don't know I have always made plans and they kind of turned out faulty because I wasn't following what I was feeling, primarily because although I knew I felt what path I set myself on it was wrong, I didn't know how to find the right path for me. So I gave up planning for the time being and try to find what makes me feel true to myself. One of those things is writing, but I am very doubtful about the rest. I still have more thinking to do, but just to let you know that I read your post and thinking about the points it make

 

My thought was that it might relate to your writing, but I don't know. It's good that you're thinking about it.

 

A hundred years ago.

I use that phrase the same way Rain Man used "about a hundred dollars," to indicate a time that I had a vague impression of. I was born in 1971, so a hundred years ago meant, to me, horses, steam locomotives, cowboys and Indians livestock wranglers and Native Americans, early cartridge guns, and telegraphs.

1921:
Wonder Bread

Chanel No. 5

Cheez-its

Airships

The Sacco and Vanzetti trial

The initial growth of the suburbs, work physically distanced from the home


Just odd.

 

A question: What are Cheez-its?

 

Little square cheese-flavored snack crackers. Not especially amazing, just odd to me in that they are in the "100 years ago" category:

 

Is this a cereal? I wonder what this tastes like with milk

 

Probably awful. Do you know Cheetos? Salty, crunchy, and cheezy flavor? Similar, but in a different shape. Not sweet at all.

 

Not that it adds anything to the convo, but the Tabasco flavored Cheez-it's are my favorite!

Anyway, it's 2:08am over here and I'm still wide awake! That'll teach me to have coffee at 3 in the afternoon!!

 

Ugh, dietary blasphemy. Cheetos are one of the four major food groups along with coffee, chocolate, and green chili. Cheez-its are mere wannabes.

 

With respect, no. Cheetos are too messy and greasy. Cheezits are a dignified gentleman that I can eat even with stomach problems.

 

Messy. Greasy. What's not to love?

Unless, of course, you're dating your junk food instead of eating it.

 

but they're gross.

 

Oh dearie me. What horrors have happened to your taste buds? Next you'll be saying that you don't like ice cream.

 

they just taste burnt and weird to me. Obviously they're very popular though.

 

This isn't the "whatcha doin'" thread but I feel moved to say I am eating Cheetos as I read this: fried to a crackly crunch, of course, none of that baked to a delicate crunch wimpy nonsense.

 

You might like Japanese umaibo. They're basically stick versions of Cheetos Cheese Puffs (the foamy ones, not the hard version):

 

I've tried a version of those before. They're alright but the texture is a bit weird.

 

The sound of ice clinking into a glass is so mundane that I (and I assume most everyone reading this) hardly even think about it. I drop some ice cubes into a glass and the sound it makes hardly even registers, you know? But it's also such a specific sound, if you were listening with your eyes closed you'd easily recognize it. But I wonder what proportion of humans have ever heard that sound. I mean, over the whole sweep of human history and pre-history, how many people lived in a time and place where:

a) they had convenient access to ice
b) they used ice to cool their individual drinks, and
c) they drank from containers made of glass

It must be vanishingly small, right? Even if we just limit it to humans alive today, it's probably far from universal.

Anyway. I guess a better question might be why does my brain waste its time on things like this...

 

Thoughts about shared human experiences and or a lack thereof is hardly time wasted, especially for a writer. Think of all the people who never heard a roll of thunder or watched waves wash onto a beach. Seeing my husband see the ocean for the first time fueled a scene in one of my novels. It was a transformative experience for him.

 

@Catriona Grace thanks for the encouragement. This whole tangent did start out somewhat related to my current WIP, believe it or not. I certainly hope I can use this sort of thing as fuel, as you put it, to make something someone else will be interested in, eventually. But we won't really know that until it's done, and that's the hard part, I guess. It feels like wasting time thinking all these little details through, and it will be, right up until it isn't. If it ever isn't.

I should probably just relax and not worry so much about the outcome of this process. A journey, not a destination etc.

 

Everything that happens is compost for a writer. Toss the worst and best days of your life on the heap, stir it with a fork once in a while, and see what grows out of it. Once on a camping trip, I fell head first into a tree stump and got a good solid crack on the skull. Blood everywhere. Very impressive. After I got cleaned up and past the first nausea of concussion, I sat down with my ever-handy notebook and wrote about it. My husband asked what I was doing. I told him I wanted to make notes about the experience so if I ever needed it in a project, I wouldn't forget any details. He shook his head and muttered, "Writers are not like the rest of us."

 

Ba-ba black sheep have you any drool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full:
One for the master, one for the maid, one for the little boy who lives in the drain.
Ba-ba black sheep, have you any drool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.