I was looking over my desktop wallpaper, with all the David/Michael memes, and a couple mini collages meant for cell phones…. and I had a thought, specifically while checking out the one collage I currently have as MY phone wallpaper. Lotsa pics of David & fun stuff like “Your neck needs my teeth,” etc.
Some of the images weren’t directly from the movie. So, why the hell couldn’t *I* make a graphic that was themed for The Lost Boys, without infringing copyright by borrowing stills from the movie?!
Is it problematic to quote the tagline from the trailer or poster or whatever?
I’m fuzzy on that. But I feel like WordPress would be likelier to object over images of famous people, and such. Things obviously not public domain or copyright free.
First, I talked to a lawyer in relation to my disability case. One of them, anyway. A federal-level appeal. We had to go over my monthly expenses in greater detail, because when I filled out the paperwork, I didn’t really know what all I could include.
Turns out, pretty much everything. Restaurant food, money to kiddo, streaming services, cat food and cat meds, the works. And I had gone over my checking account history online, once again, last night. I had a fairly itemized account of where all the money was going.
There’s definitely some give and take. Like, the month I based my estimate on, electric was higher. But when my electric bills were lower, I spent more on credit cards, which wasn’t part of that month’s estimate.
In either case, I don’t think I gave him the higher amount for the electric. One month it was almost $200. I think that was when I decided I was tired of having to layer inside for warmth, or around when they told us to jack our heat up a bit to make sure pipes didn’t freeze. Ah, the joys of winter!
Then, I filled out the paperwork I had received for the newer case, to send to the other lawyer (not federal level). Got that ready for USPS, but I’m not sure if they’ve already been here. My envelope is still waiting, but my mailbox was empty. Regardless, I did my part.
THEN, I called the ‘rents to see about looking at cars. My dad was getting his glasses fixed (he drove over them somehow and cracked the frames, but the lenses were still okay?!). I had some time to kill.
Decided to play around on Canva. Initially, I was trying to do more slides for my “October Oracle,” but I kinda hated the one I started. Bad art happens.
THEN I got the idea to make a Lost Boys thingie for here. Heck, I suppose I could even pop it up on Instagram, if I really wanted to, in relation to Mystery Train and whatnot.
That one turned out much, much better, I think.
Finished that and at least got as far as titling this blog post (with the last bit of the infamous tagline). Then, I had to get ready.
I probably could’ve actually gotten some blogging in before they got here, because I was waiting outside for rather a long time. They didn’t leave right away, after my mom had called to say he’d gotten back. I had thought to pocket my earbuds, in case we spent any time in their neighborhood, so I could listen to music and walk.
Didn’t do that, but the earbuds came in handy while I was waiting out front.
I may walk through their neck of the woods later on today. We’re all meeting up again, in an hour and a half, or so. Would be good to get the exercise in. And, music! We do love our music.
ALSO received notice that one of my library books (a poetry collection) would be due in a few days. When I ducked into my account online to check on that, I noticed I had missed a notification about a hold having become available. They texted me Friday about it. I saw the text from today, but somehow, overlooked that one. Meh. I have been not in a great place, mentally. But it’s getting better.
Before we went to look at cars, I picked up my library hold. It looks like a great book. Short, too. Since I’m off tomorrow, I’m considering powering through the whole thing tonight. We’ll see how far I get. A few people had it on hold ahead of me.
About a trans man in New York City who loses his job and returns to his hometown for lack of anything else to do, and discovers a teen very much like pre-transition-him, working in the bookstore where he worked at that age… and all the newspapers in the bookstore are dated from the past.
That was already kind of exciting. Something fresh to read. As much as I seem to keep returning to Lost Souls. I think it’s my new comfort book.
Then, we went to the used car dealership.
My dad had already been there, on another day, and had a couple cars in mind, as I had said. One of those had already sold, but the other one was still available.
A cute lil black Chevy Cruze. It’s a bit older, but there’s still plenty room on it for mileage, considering. Essentially, I am stoked to get ANY car AT ALL.
Not only is it adorable, and a color I like (even if my metallic silver Pontiac Grand Prix will forever hold a special place in my heart… RIP Bessie!)… it also comes equipped with Bluetooth, an AUX cord, AND a CD deck. OPTIONS!
And there’s both a digital and an analog speedometer. Which is good because I am super paranoid about my speed and glance down at it like every two seconds. Because I’m convinced if I don’t, I’ll get pulled over. Even though I have only ever gotten two speeding tickets in my entire life. Neither of them recent.
I think the windows are slightly tinted, too? If I’m not mistaken?
There was a maybe quarter-sized blemish to the paint job, on the hood, and we saw some light, surface-level scratches near one of the tires. We asked if any of that could be fixed.
He told us they did take all that into account when pricing the car, but then added that, yes, they could check for paint to patch the spot, and also buff out the scratches. Doesn’t seem like he added anything onto the cost for those services.
We put a bit down today & will be going back probably early next week, to buy outright and pick it up.
SO, YAY!!!
It was a lot, trying to stretch one car between three adults, at two different addresses, with two of us working, and all of us having errands to run or appointments to make.
And there were days my manager asked if I could come in early, or work when I would have had off, because of call-outs, etc. Tricky to plan ahead for everything. Also, sometimes closing took longer than expected, and they’d get tired of waiting.
To say nothing of events I wanted to attend, or having to make arrangements to spend time with friends. Tom was a great sport about picking me up and dropping me off, and Neva was, too, for asking him if he would, on my behalf.
I never would have been able to make this happen without my family. They’re helping a lot while I try to work out this disability thing. If that falls through completely, I’ll have to look into Plan B. Whatever that may be. Meanwhile, I’m just trying my best to work what hours I can handle, while I’m able.
And endeavoring to enjoy my time away from work. Doin the things to maintain my mental health to the best of my ability.
In other words, yes, going to the car dealership was VERY much like going to the animal shelter or the pet store “to look.” LOL.
It’s a huge relief.
I sent my daughter photos of the car, one from the front, and one from the side. She said, “Hear me out. We name him Jerry.”
After the name the fanbase has given to the flamingo commonly associated with a particular era in Sleep Token music. She’s pretty devoted.
Jerry, it is.
I’m not sure who first called the Pontiac “Bessie.” That may have been me? Since then, however, she has personally named all the cars. Mine and my parents’ vehicles. And she and her bf I think call their truck Elvis.
I am relieved. I am thankful. I’m also sleepy from an unplanned early wake-up, but we also stopped at Applebee’s because my mom needed a Brownie Bite.
She’d just heard about the “Cinnamon Trick” for diabetes. I guess they say there’s a certain variety of cinnamon that’s better for lowering blood sugar. They suggest mixing it with hot water and drinking it, but she said she uses coffee.
Her numbers have been good so far, so she figured it would be okay. She’s tremendously careful most of the time, anyway, so I don’t know that one dessert would have hurt her. Still, I suppose every little bit of keeping up a healthy routine is a good thing.
And I got loaded brew pub waffle fries. Two kinds of cheese, and bacon, and ranch to dip them in. Very tasty.
I was so tired, I had “girl dinner” for breakfast. One piece of buttered toast, lots of butter to make it more filling. That wasn’t enough, and yet I didn’t feel awake enough to bother with eggs and bacon. So, I used up my last two street taco tortillas and filled them with sour cream and a bit of hot sauce. That was the last of the sour cream.
Didn’t QUITE replicate that taco experience. But it was easy.
Was pretty hungry by the time I got the fries. Made them even more delicious.
Our host was the good-looking guy who’d been our server, the last time I was there. I don’t remember seeing him there before then. Definitely would have remembered.
Looking forward to picking up those keys, and driving Jerry home, for the first time. I got to give him a test drive. I was so nervous. I don’t even remember if I test drove the Pontiac when we picked that up, a VERY long time ago. The other cars I have had since then, were all hand-me-downs.
But I did fine, and I liked the way the car handled.
Will have to see what I can do with the rest of the day.
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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