today's thought

... is on personal spaces. Not in terms of "they were all up in my space" but in terms of the spaces occupied by an individual. What transforms a random room somewhere in the world into Person X's Space?

I was thinking of this as I was going to bed last night, and being rather frustrated at the unfinished state of my own room, which I do need to spend some quality time working on at some point. Though my room is somewhat more finished than other rooms I occupy regularly (i've managed to get one of my posters framed and up, plus other stuff has made appearances on various walls), it's still a long way from being claimed as my own. I thought about what this meant, and I eventually realized was that a room might have all of your stuff in it, but that alone doesn't make it your space. It's still just a room. It just happens to have all of your crap in it.

I have a similar problem with my office at work, I keep meaning to do something cool with it, at least hang up the Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow poster I have had rolled up in the corner since we moved in and rearrange the furniture a bit so that the flow of the room is a bit less nervewracking for me, but it never seems to be the sort of task I can get to in a normal workday. But I don't own this space yet, even though I've been here every day for a year.

I think a good componant of space ownership is decor. Which still amounts to the same amount of stuff being in a room, it's just arranged according to your tastes as opposed to being tossed where they would fit. And more of it's on the walls. I hate bare white walls with a passion. They make me nuts, not to mention make a room blinding under florescent lighting. if sunny and I renew our lease I'm going to ask our extremely easygoing landlady if we can paint; as for my office I just have to work on a proper decoration idea and actually execute it...

So today's thought... look around your space, both at work and at home. Do you own it? is it yours? why? And do you, like me, have a thousand knickknacks and posters and rubbermaid bins full of crap stashed somewhere that really would serve you better either in the trash or on the walls?

Think about it... then do something to change it.

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Tonight was a good one... Yet again - bad, or at least twitchy day, tends to translate to good evening.

I left work around two today because I couldn't see well out of my left eye any more. This accompanied by, oh, the blinding pain of someone making julienne fries out of my brainmeats led me to think that maybe going home wasn't the worst idea in the world. :P yay me, fisher price my second migraine, whoo hoo. Once home, I got fussed over by morlock, who came bearing chicken tempura, caffeine, Excedrin and orders to get some rest. Which I did.

Six o'clock, I was feeling quite a bit better, and armed with contributions to the cause from all sides, I made dinner for sydneycat, anzovin, sundart and htl_1126... It had been over a year since I'd actually made dinner for more than just me that didn't come straight out of a box, and somehow bustling about the stove this evening was quite relaxing and happy, plus everyone liked my food. Spent the rest of the evening getting work done, watching the wrasslin, since it was moved to Thursday this week, horrifying htl and s'cat with www.gunthernet.com (I'm glad there are still people I can horrify with Gunther's collagen enhanced Euro trash pop), and making both this icon and another to go with the other two wrestling icons I've done (though this one was at sydneycat's request).

It seems that every year, most likely because of effective use of music, a movie trailer grabs me by the virtual balls and refuses to let go. This time last year it was the one for Sin City and the accompanying song ("Cells" by the Servant), this year it's Milla Jovovich Saves the World Yet Again and Looks Damn Sexy Doing It Ultraviolet and the song at the end of that ("24" by Jem). Dr00l. Give me a rock/pop/techno song that through sampling or good orchestration includes some quality string work, and I'll show you a girl having herself a bit of an aural orgasm... while wistfully wishing she had time to take up the violin again.

Long day tomorrow, two big things that need to be done work wise, MomZ's coming to visit, and whew. I'd best be crashing.