The Memorial Rainbow

I got bored this morning, so I made a tagline for my pending Almond Dust videos. I just finished ToX3, and Run Away is good to go to be finished tomorrow, which will mean the music will be done. I'm going to be making videos to promote the album, and at the end of every one, I wanted to have a picture to remind people to like the video. Naturally, I chose Cactus as my mascot...and then we got kind of camera-lovey.



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No, Cactus, you aren't allowed on Millennium Force. :(

When did I have a restored draft? Seriously? LJ keeps those things for that long? (I suppose it's a good thing. I shouldn't jinx myself.)

So here I am today at WHIZ, as I type-type-type on this really loud, probably ancient KeyTronic keyboard. I figure Big Brother here won't mind if I make an update, considering I've got a few different things on my mind. (The subject line is one of them. I played Journey's 'Separate Ways' and that line is from the literal video version.) Besides, Big Brother will mind here way less than THE POWERS THAT BE at my nameless other job.

Brenda just came in and gave me a flier for an art show tomorrow, which I might go to. She also told me that her kid's in a play, but I can't go to see it because my shift starts late. Boo hiss. Brian knows about my more-than-likely impending move, and Dylan and I have been talking about it on text today.

I have a list of things to do. I'm wearing my white maxi (yes, Dylan, THAT ONE), and it's already not white somehow because something got smudged on it. I am resisting the urge to go straight to my parents house and wash it. Though I would get to see the dog. Maybe I'll go there for dinner. Take Ringo with me. Maristar has been a tangle to get through, and I need to take a serious time-out, probably tonight, and fight through this knot. This is a really sensitive passage for me, and I need to make sure to re-weave it the same way, with the same magic, that I weaved it in the first place.

So apparently some ten year old is famous on YouTube for singing Lady Gaga. I don't know what to think of this, except that in 10 years she'll make for an awesome Tosh.0 web redemption. (I haven't seen it. I'm at WORK.) It makes me think of fame, and what people make of it. I'm still in my own little circle of Fame Anonymous, and it's rough. Perhaps I should talk to Kirk Cameron or something. Or TobyMac. Or David Crowder. Is it okay to not be super-famous like Gaga and to still make a living off of it? Because that would be GREAT.

I want to write a memoir on this. I'm sure I'm not alone. I'm sure someone will come up to me one day and tell me how I've wasted my talent. I will tell them to come to my worship service in heaven. We'll see who's better then.

I went to the Easton Meijer yesterday, which is my favorite, and got a bunch of canned food for a drive and some other things. On my way out, I happened to walk through the floral section, where I found my soulmate. Most everybody who knows me knows that I am a serial plant killer, at least indoors. But seriously, I feel like this cactus just looked up at me and I looked at it and we both KNEW. It was love at first sight.

I bought it a pot, which is too big for it right now (slightly -- its current pot fits right in). I've been looking up all this care stuff, like I'm gonna kill it or something. I'm so scared, especially since I love this cactus now. What do I do? I cannot panick. This is my cactus we are talking about. Any tips?

I will have pictures once I get off of work. CACTUS!