A different 'Amazon Prime' site that seems to list the same stuff if you want to check it out without signing up
I signed up, poked through the fairly limited database, could only find one thing I really liked the look of (American Gods), watched a bit, got bored, and cancelled the trial. So, not a ringing endorsement from me. But hey, it was free and filled some time.
(People outside Australia may not understand how exciting it is to have streaming tv here at all. Thanks for the tip lilysea)
What good news have you had recently? Are you anticipating any more?
For example, the woman who was working on my hair kept exclaiming about how much I have -- it's both long and dense -- and how far it extends down my nape, which she noticed because I maintain a severe undercut. She also called my hairline 'crazy', but in an affectionate way; it definitely make it a challenge to overdye my temples, which are almost completely silver now if I don't dye my hair. Also, she's probably the first student there who didn't blink when I said I wanted my undercut at zero. It'll be back by Friday, and shaving it to the skin only makes sense in our near-100F weather. It was nice to meet someone who trusted that I knew my own hair.
I do wish I had a job where I had no chance of encountering clients -- I really want to dye my hair burgundy again. It was an awesome color on me.
EDIT 7/25/17: We went out and picked up a pile of grass. Then I did some weeding in the septic garden.
EDIT 7/25/17: I finished weeding the septic garden. *goflopnow*
Pok√©mon have been caught, comics have been read, pottering about has been achieved. And Kheldar was generous enough to reduce me to fits of giggles while he was basking on the balcony. His paws twitched. His tail twitched. His tail was expertly bought under control so that the important business of sleeping in the sun could continue. After a few minutes he raised his head, rested it on the side of his water bowl and fell asleep again.
And now I know why my cat occasionally turns up with a damp head when the rest of him is dry. We have the best Kheldar. The best.
You say to yourself, "Huh. All those models are really, really, REALLY thin."
You notice there are a couple of pictures of slender non-model dancers, and that's pretty cool, and a troupe of slender-to-average non-model dancers, and that's also cool.
Then you keep scrolling down and see that picture of the one non-model dancer wearing their clothes who might be considered larger-than-average has been cut off at the chest. You pause. You click. You see she's got a belly.
She's not fat. She's not plus-sized. Just larger-than-average. With a beautiful stomach, but one that's a little bit bigger than any of the other pictures that are actually visible on the site.
There aren't any plus-sized belly dancers on this site either. AT ALL. Which is weird. Because there are plenty of plus-sized belly dancers who are happy to buy dance wear. Especially custom-made dance wear.
That's when you realize that this clothing vendor doesn't want lardasses like you sullying their goods with your impure body.
So you close the tab and remember the name of the vendor, because you won't sully their bank account with your fat-stained money either.
(Edit: I don't have to add an "ALL body types are beautiful" disclaimer, do I? Or mention that the issue isn't that there are thin models, but that the one person on the largest size of the bell curve was CUT OFF below her chest in the picture. Let's face it, belly dance is a hobby where most of your customers aren't going to be model-thin.)
I have a linkback poem, "Rewriting the Narrative" (9 verses, standalone).
If you're interested, mark the date on your calendar, and please hold actual prompts until the "Poetry Fishbowl Open" post next week. (If you're not available that day, or you live in a time zone that makes it hard to reach me, you can leave advance prompts. I am now.) Meanwhile, if you want to help with promotion, please feel free to link back here or repost this on your blog.
( New to the fishbowl?† Read all about it! )
I've made some progress on reorganizing the kids' bedrooms. I had originally considered moving both bookshelves into Connor's room, but now I'm thinking a better use of space would be to leave Will's shelves intact and figure out some new clothing storage. Right now, most of Connor's clothes are stored in Will's room in their old changing table, and Will's shirts and jeans are in stacks on the floor. Some lightweight, relatively narrow storage shelves might be a good solution in both rooms.
I was inspired to start yet another knitting project following a conversation with my mother-in-law last week. I had read about Moebius strip scarves but hadn't tried making one until now. They're surprisingly fun!
I've also successfully cleaned out the worst of my email inbox and cleared some space on the DVR. Breathing room is good.
Today we're going to go see what's new at the McWane Center, since we haven't been all summer.
I was at Ronald Reagan's last campaign stop, ever. The Monday evening before the general election, Reagan held a rally at Los Angeles Pierce College in Woodland Hills, California. Since we lived in the same town, my mother and I went. After passing through the metal detectors, we entered the football stadium, which was a familiar site to me; it was the home field for my high school's football games. Instead of sitting in the stands, my mother and I stood on the field. I don't remember much of the speech, except that it was textbook Gipper, rousing platitudes about American greatness. What I do remember were all the college-aged people, my age and younger, yelling "four more years" and "Mondale sucks!" My mom and I looked at each other and shook our heads; we decided that Reagan didn't need our votes. I voted for the Libertarian candidate and my mon told me she voted for Mondale, even though both of us were registered Republicans. Reagan won in landslide anyway. We were right; he didn't need our votes.
Signal-boosting much appreciated!