The Joy Project

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Category: I heart technology

The Black Workshop

I recently found this blog, The Black Workshop. It’s such a bizarre and lovely feeling to see a whole collection of photos that look like I feel.

On this cozy, rainy day, I recommend a long perusal. Plus they have music to listen to while you dream.

All photos from theblackworkshop.tumblr.com/

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My Other Valentine Mantra

 

If you don’t think this is the best song ever…I will fight you.

 

 

And I think this song is really romantic.  I used to dream about meeting someone at the Blood Bank.  Weird I know.  But then there was this song…

 

 

These Eyes of Mine

Something really weird happened to me this week.

I paid someone an exorbitant amount of money to cut my eyeballs with a laser. Which, to me, felt exactly like being abducted by aliens circa 1976.

Before I had the surgery I had plenty of people tell me “it was no big deal”. Who are these people??? How is getting your eye-ball cut by a laser “no big deal”? Of course it’s a BIG DEAL! I bet they like getting colonics too. Freaks.

Anyhoo.

The morning of the surgery they give you a little chat, put a hair net on you, slip a Valium under your tongue and whisk you away to the “laser suite”. Like calling it a “suite” makes it sound fun and posh. Like maybe you might have some champagne and talk with a British accent whilst having a little work done on the old eyes, right chappie? But that is not what happens. Calling it a “suite” is like calling the place where you get mammograms “the Getting Felt Up by Brad Pitt station”.

So they whisk you into the suite and they lay you down on a leather bed with your head facing up with a giant mechanical arm over your head and about four people in the room (I only have two eyeballs, what they heck? Why are all these people here?). And the lights are down way low and they are playing the Bee Gees up way high. And the Nurse tells me “not to worry, this will only take a minute.” And I’m thinking to myself “hey, take all the time you need. No reason to be hasty WHEN YOU HAVE A LASER POINTED AT MY HEAD.”

And then they pull the mechanical arm over my head and tape open my eyeballs and my vision gets all blurry and there’s green and red lights flashing and the nurses are putting liquids into my eyes and the Bee Gees are getting louder and I am seriously starting to get nervous.

And then the doctor shoves what looks to be the metal wire cage that comes off the top of a champagne bottle INTO MY EYE and the Doctor (who is just a voice above my head) tells me not to worry because the cage will make sure my eye stays open and I think how I wasn’t worried before, but I am now, because there is metal cage in my eye and I pretty sure that next they are going to beam me up to the mother ship and give me an anal probe.

But instead of an anal probe, there is suction and pressure on my eye, it pushes and it hurts and they are cutting open my eye flap. My eyeball is literally FLAPPING. And suddenly my vision goes black. I can’t see anything. Oh God, why can’t I see anything? I’m sorry I wanted perfect vision, God. I shouldn’t have messed with your creation. I promise to never be vain again. I take it all back. Please just let me see again. Please God, Pleeeeeasssse! And then, just like that, the suction comes off and my vision comes back (but still all blurry and red and green and only in the right eye) but I think, that wasn’t so bad. I take it back God; I do want perfection. I want to not wear glasses at the gym. I want to know look pretty and see well all at the same time. I am vain and I like it! I laugh at your creation! Ha! Science trumps all! Haha hahaaaa God!

And then they bring in the lasers. Oh God. It it smells like burning. And the nurse/alien starts counting down from seven. And there’s beeping. And still the burning, my eye is burning. And also those God Damned Bee Gees singing! And I honestly am not sure I can do this. I choose a lifetime of homeliness. I choose a lifetime of blurry swimming and jogging in eye glasses. I choose the anal probe! JUST MAKE IT STOP!

And then it stops. And I open my eyes and everyone has left the room but one nurse who takes the hair net off me and tells me what a good job I did and guides me to a chair in the waiting room and I go home and I nap. And I nap and I nap and I nap (because the combination of alien abduction and valium makes me quite sleepy).

And when I wake up it’s still blurry and feels like someone pushed my eyes into a sand castle. But I can see. I can SEE! And I spend the next few days playing I-Spy with my boyfriend and I read street signs out loud like I’m five and just learning to read and I know when I put on too much blush before I leave the house. I go out anyway, because I like a lot of blush, but at least I know because I can SEE.

Websites About Cats and Swear Words

Funny girl Amanda recently turned me onto this website Know What’s Fucking Crazy?.  It’s funny and makes me cry/laugh.  I especially like the one about cats.   You should click through and read some.  But not at work.  Because there’s swear words.  And pictures of cats.  Which is bound to give you a bad reputation at work.

Now, if you’ll escuse me I am going to go pet my miniature, non-dangerous lion.

PS: Sorry for all the swear words lately.


The Wilderness

I know I tell you to click on lots of links or go look at other web pages. And sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t. That’s your prerogative.

But please, please go to this one. It is such a neat music experience/experiment. And will make you nostalgic for where you grew up. And make you feel like you are special and one-of-a-kind and also part of something really cool and big all at the same time.

When is the last time you’ve had all those feelings? For free?

http://thewildernessdowntown.com/

Is this thing on?!

I don’t much about blogging or how it works.  Most days I can’t even remember how to log-in to my own blog.

If you’re anything like me you might need a few pointers to get the full effect of The Joy Project.

If you already know all this, please disregard. And also give yourself a hi-five for being smart.

Tech-savy Karen taught me something cool: you can subscribe to my blog.  Every time I post something new it will come to your email inbox.  So you won’t miss anything joyful.  Just go to the “about” section on the website and check the box that say “notify my of new posts via email” at the bottom of the page.

Right Karen?

Also, did you know that every time a word is underlined like this I have inserted a link?  If you click on the word it will take you to a new site with something that I thought was interesting and super cool! So click away!

Lastly, you should make comments.  I want to hear if you like what I’m doing, what makes you joyful, if you wish I would write more about something in particular. Also, I need crock pot recipes.  So feel free to share.

Yay!  Can’t wait to hear from you.

xoxo

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