Author: Stacy Horn

I’ve been working on a film to promote my book on YouTube. It’s okay, but really, I’m not a filmmaker, so it’s just okay. I wish I knew more, had better tools, etc.

I’ve noticed some problems after the fact, but I just don’t have the energy to fix them.  I say “thousands” too many times, for instance.  Groan.  And I wanted to have music playing quietly in the background, but I couldn’t figure out how to get that to work.  If I lowered the sound so that it wasn’t distracting it was too quiet, but if I tried raising it at all it was annoying. How do they do that in movies and make it work??

I plan to do interviews, and movies of places.  I think those will work better.

This is a picture from that show about the paranormal at the Met.  I used it in the video.

I was immediately drawn to this dress although on second thought, why?  Not that it isn’t a beautiful dress.    

I just don’t think it would look good on me.

I think it’s the sleeves.

I also like the … not sure what they would be called — pleats?  The maybe-called-pleats down the front.

That bow is a mistake though.

The blue tights are a nice touch.

And they work well next to that mauve bag.

I think

we need

a close-up.

Yeah, it’s definitely the sleeves, and that bow is a mistake.

Didn’t go to the gym yet.  How can I leave with this sweetie pie all curled up with me while I fake work?

Damnit. I can find no legitimate excuse not to work today, so it’s back to work. Yeah. Hmmm.

After watching the Christmas episode of Roswell I was doing a “whatever happened to” and searching on the various actors and I saw that Majandra Delfino, who played Maria, has recorded a couple of albums.  I really loved the second one, but I’m trying to save money so I only downloaded three songs instead of the whole album.  If money is not an object, I recommend getting the whole thing.  Her singing and the songs are just hauntingly beautiful.  The three I chose: Ever Present, Who We’re Meant to Be and Daddy died.

I had this terrible experience the other day in front of a jewelry store.  I wrestled with my conscience about telling the story AND telling the name of the store, and I finally had to admit that saying the name was a vindictive act. So here is the story without saying the name of the store.

I was on the street taking pictures of some jewelry I liked in a store window and the owner came out and asked me to stop.  I asked why, I was just got off guard.  And he said something about people stealing his original designs, and I explained that I was taking pictures to put on my blog to show how beautiful his jewelry was and how much I loved his work.  For a second I thought he was going to get nice, and as it happens, I wasn’t happy with how the pictures were coming out and I didn’t want to show the jewelry in a less than flattering light and I said so and he didn’t let me finish my sentence.  He just said, “Okay.  Fantastic.”  And he turned around and went back inside quickly and without another word, with an air of distaste, like I was something so unpleasant he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.  He was just so nasty and dismissive. I love his choice of gems though.  However I am not a saint and when I walked by yesterday and saw him in there all alone, with no customers, I felt it served him right.  (If by any chance this guy was just having a horrible day and is not normally this unpleasant, I apologize to the universe.)

I don’t know who is who, of the kittens.  I can only identify the people. If you don’t like kittens you definitely want to skip over this post.  It’s an orgy of kittens.  Thank you Lisa and Mary Ann for bringing these little furballs of perfection all the way up from DC.  

There’s a movie at the end.  All the kittens are dark and the apartment was dark, so it’s not great.  I did the best I could.  Plus, I wasn’t allowed to show anyone’s face so I was working under a lot of constraints! 

Is this the same cat?  A different cat?  I don’t know.

This is Justine and her new girls.

This one likes me.  (They all liked me.  Best, I think.)  

In reality they were all rather squirmy with me while they rested peacefully with everyone else.

Oh God.  What did he see that I didn’t??

This is Margaret and Mark, and their new kittens (a boy and a girl).

Justine again, looking blissful.  As I would look if I was about to take two of these kittens home.

See, I did a self-portrait of me with one of the kittens.  Doesn’t he have that “get me out of here” look on his face??

And finally, a short movie.