Woops! I just looked at the clock and I’ve got ten minutes to write and post this before my midnight deadline! Holy smokes alive! WTF. Seriously. Where did my day go? Suffice to say it flew by and I’m running on adrenaline. Fortunately I know exactly what to post and it’s this video my uncle emailed out the other day. Smells like Cardinal Cross action to me, anyway. Are you all feeling it? I am. DANG.
Via Sweetgrass Productions
Ok, so some guy in Japan created some glasses that might be even worse than google glass, if you can believe it. These glasses don’t film anyone, but they simulate interest even if the wearer is asleep. Just imagine! No more social anxiety brought about by attempting to feign interest in other people! …he’s also working on something to feign a smile, yo.
I am so disturbed by this I just can’t even really – I just can’t. That is all.
via Homeless Monsters
What up, buttercups?! Cardinal Cross week is UPON us!! No time like the present to do old things in a new way or new things all together. In honor of all the ch-ch-ch-anges upon us I thought this Russian guy was the perfect person to inspire us to make the old new again. It doesn’t have to be a vale of tears, surely. Fingers crossed for the Cardinal Cross, here’s hoping we all display the same joyful abandon this guy does.
via the bloggess
We shot a couple scenes for Ovum today. The first one was straight out of a Douglas Sirk movie. I was in heaven. I got to wiggle my eyebrows maniacally, wear Trashy Diva all day and Little Lonely put false eyelashes on me and made ‘em stick. I’ve only just washed them off. We also watched a scene from the last shoot which left me gasping for laughter and determined to start running again. GOOD LORD there’s a lot of flesh on my bones and not near enough clothes to cover it! My friends were right, I WAS brave to do that damned scene.
Thank Great Hera I’ve got a “Beauty Clause” with Lars, wherein I agree to say all his crazy lines as written as long as he agrees to make me look pretty. He’s promised to cut as much of my fat out when he edits it as he can.
But the truth is no matter how nuts his films are or how fat I get or how certain I am that the audience for them is going to be small and very very very strange, I just don’t care. Because I like them. They make me laugh. And it’s liberating to do something so extreme that you are reasonably certain 90% of the population either won’t get or won’t like or some combination therein. It’s liberating because doing things for other people will only take you so far, at a certain point you actually have to just start pleasing yourself.
This message brought to you courtesy of the Cardinal Cross and Pluto sextiling my Mars…
I woke up late today and I was still so exhausted I had a gigantic nap in the afternoon. What?! It’s fine, totally normal. Void of course Scorpio Moon in my 10th and Pluto went retrograde this week. THAT’S why I watched four episodes of Mad Men in a row today instead of attacking my to do list like a knife through butter. I’m so out of practice zoning out in my 12th that I’ve completely lost the knack. Sigh. It’s not too late, is it? I could still finish the rough draft of the thing I’m working on that I promised would be done this week and memorize my lines for the shoot tomorrow and and and
What? What. What!
…it could happen
Can you see that little blip up above ^^ ? It’s a bunch of matter at the outside edge of Saturn’s rings beginning to coalesce – Saturn’s giving birth to a new Moon! Well, maybe. Actually, probably not, that blip appears to be disintegrating right before our eyes and may never form into something substantial enough to break away from the rings, but it’s the best clue we’ve ever had as to how Saturn’s 53 moons formed originally.
It’s all very fascinating, though my favorite part of the story may be how the guy who discovered the phenomena called the blip “Peggy” for his mother-in-law, who celebrated her 80th birthday the day he found it. I love that Saturn, who governs longevity and old age is birthing a Moon (mother) named for an 80 year old woman.
In the words of my friend, David, who sent this story to me, “does Saturn sound complicated or what?”
Actually my favorite part of David’s email was the signature line, you know where it usually says “sent from X’s iPhone…” David’s reads “sent from hopefully somewhere fun.” INDEED.
Like from Saturn’s new Moon: Peggy
Good luck, Peggy! I hope Neil Degrasse Tyson is wrong and you DO coalesce and break away and go ahead and orbit my favorite planet. Don’t listen to the haters, just go be great!
Grrrl, this song has been on repeat all damned day, even when I wasn’t actively listening to it, it’s just going going going going. I created the tag “Pluto sextiling Mars” the other day when it became apparent I was gonna need it, but I haven’t actually gone into any descriptive detail about it because honestly, what the hell am I gonna say? This isn’t a talking transit, at least not for me, since Pluto’s transiting an earth sign and my Mars is all water. No, no, no. This is a balls to the wall fucking taking names and kicking ass transit. I’m making mincemeat of my to-do lists lately. Seriously shredding them.
It’s not comfortable for me, this push into action, my actual physical nature has much more in common with a goddamn sloth. So I’m struggling to keep up with myself right now and a little terrified every time I remember that “an object in motion stays in motion.” Does this mean I’ll never rest again?
That guy I mentioned recently has a pretty strong Mars natally, trining his Sun which is conjunct my Moon – actually we have a lot of strong Mars contacts all over, which is fueling this sense of urgency in me, and it’s inspiring, don’t get me wrong, RRRAW, but it’s also a bit intense, it’s just one more thing forcing me out of the comfy earthbound 12th house nest I’ve been carefully cultivating LO these many years. This rush to act is leaving me without the comfort zone of excessive contemplation my 12th house Capricorn self tends to demand.
…& you know what? SO FUCKING WHAT
I’ve been thinking and thinking and thinking about stuff for years and holding onto it all Saturn like. Shit or get off the pot, honey, there is no try.
I may have used Saturn to invoke my sluggish Mars, but now that he’s woken up he seems primed and prepped and ready to take right the fuck over.
Let’s get moving into action
Let’s get moving into action
If your life’s too slow, no satisfaction
Find something out there, there’s an attraction
If you hesitate now, that’s a subtraction
So, let’s get moving girl into action
Gosh the moon is pretty tonight. I stood at my window taking pictures of it for about forty minutes thinking I should stop taking pictures of it and just watch it, but I couldn’t stop trying to catch it with my puny little smartphone. Like there’s something to catch, like there’s some way of pulling the Moon down to earth and making it mine, taking it for my own.
Futile attempt but I don’t regret it. It’s a wild wild moon, my friends. Full moons are always good for catching sight of things we’ve seen only in our periphery until the full moon brings it into focus. This full moon’s an eclipse and visible up here in North America to boot. An eclipse in Libra is all about relationships, about seeing into the heart of another for better or worse. With Mars going through Libra this one’s a bit of a doozy, and it’s activating that cardinal cross Chani and I talked about the other day. It’s a tough one mostly because it demands equal parts listening and expressing. It’s time to do both, if we can.
I’m restless and anxious and I’ve been overeating for three days. I can’t take in anymore. Honestly, my plan is to sleep through the whole thing, I am just exhausted and I don’t think I can eat another bite. If I weren’t so overwhelmed I’d be off to the top of the hill tonight to watch it at the Griffith Observatory. But I am tired. I’ll turn in early and sleep through it, if I can, let my dreams be infused with whatever is to come. Let it work through my subconscious. My conscious isn’t cooperating the way I’d like it to, time to give it a break.
Listen to yourselves, dear ones, and listen to each other. It is time to listen, for if we don’t, how can we hear?
I was out of town all last week, I just flew home last night. Between traveling and Mars getting off my Moon finally, that lack of sleeping jag I complained about last week seems to be lifting. With a vengeance. I had terrible trouble waking up this morning and I’ve just woken up from a nap that really could have gone on another two hours, imo.
So I wandered onto the internet with the search term “sleeping beauty” + “falls asleep” + “YouTube,” thinking I’d find some sweet video with a princess falling asleep that could accompany today’s Daily Dose of Wonder in a whimsical fashion. GREAT HERA, you guys. THE INTERNET. Jesus Christ.
It’s full of videos of girls falling asleep in class, on the train, in coffee shops, and wherever girls fall asleep publicly, apparently. wtf. I’m so creeped out now and it’s making me feel like Sleeping Beauty is really a horror film and maybe it was better when I couldn’t sleep after all.
I’m sure there are videos of guys out there too but I had to run away without investigating further.