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THIS Tumblr is about the things I find interesting. Videos, TV shows, quotes, art, random rants... you know. Tumblr stuff. Also, recently, this Tumblr has been a place where i draw things...
This is where you can BUY the things I draw, like Smauglock, Dumbledore's Army and a lot more to come in September...
I also curate the Hugo House Tumblr
Other places online to follow: @SarahSamudre or for more, check out www.sarahsamudre.squarespace.com (which is more about my writing and filming).
And if you want to send me a message, until Tumblr changes it's Ask feature, contact me at sarahwritesanddraws@gmail.com
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Clearly, what the MPAA calls piracy is bankrupting the film industry.
(via Geekosystem)
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being klutzy before noon. (Featuring spilt popcorn and Leslie’s feeties.)
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Coping Mechanisms
I’ve decided that the only way I’m going to be able to face the day is if I put on some Leslie Knope.
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Game of Thrones - Sandor ”the Hound” and Joffrey (I hope it’s a right names >__<)
Pastels. I love pastels….
Amazing!
My Grandma died last night.
She’s been dying of cancer for the last four months. The doctors had no idea, when she was diagnosed, whether she would be around for a month or for six.
We all knew it was about to happen when we got called on Thursday. She’d finally stopped eating and drinking. She wasn’t speaking anymore. She smiled once at my Mom, when she entered the room, on Friday. But that was it. She just slept, mouth open, barely breathing.
When my Mom found her last night, she looked completely different than she had in the past week. She died with a smile blooming over her lips, “like someone had just kissed her awake”, according to my Mom. And she was clutching my Grandpa’s old flannel shirt. Mom said she looked radiant.
It’s hard to grasp the fact that she’s gone. I’m not down there. I won’t be until the funeral. But it’s still hitting me. I’ve been looking through old photos today. I keep tearing up when I see photos of her and my Grandfather. I can’t help but think that he came and kissed her awake and said, “It’s time to go.”
When my Grandma was coming to terms with her death, she said she had a dream that she and Don, my Grandpa, met on Virginia Beach and took each other’s hands. They waded out into the water, and still holding hands, swam off towards the horizon.
We’re all so very glad they’re finally back together.
badooney replied to your post: I was 12 …
The elves being there was the only book discrepancy that really bothered me. Because elves, for the most part, just do their elf thing and don’t get involved.
Three words:
TOM FUCKING BOMBADIL.
Like we really need the “toss the dwarf” scene in Khazad-dum.
glitterbubbles replied to your post: I was 12 ...
I love it when you get all literary about LOTR, Sarah, it is wonderful. as are you. and also I love YOU. xoxoxoxo
Oh, fairest and loveliest of all the Jules, I hold BACK on Tumblr. As nerdy as I get about Tolkien online, it’s nothing compared to how Claire and I and other Ringers can get when we’re face to face with each other, vibing off the other nerd energies. I once had a friend who would bring his volumes of Tolkien over and we would discuss, in length, the Histories of Middle Earth, while going back and forth between volumes, trying to understand and anchor our knowledge of Tolkien’s vast mythology.
There’s no mythos in the world of literature that compares with what Tolkien created. I have ten of his books and my collection is actually woefully small compared with what it could be. I ONLY have The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, The Return of the King, Morgoth’s Ring, The Children of Hurin, Unfinished Tales, The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien & The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun (and only this last one is outside the Middle Earth cosmos). I’m missing like 19 other books. This, ironically, makes me feel like more of a loser than my vast knowledge of Middle Earth does.
To stop rambling though… I LOVE that you accept me and love my Lord of the Ringiness.
Which brings us to…
jennhoney replied to your post: I was 12 ...
~this is driving me wild~
kind of way? Should I expect flowers or some kind of military bombardment? Or a bombardment of flowers?
I vote the third. Whatever you were feeling, I vote the third option.
And I like daffodils. They’re the best flower.
“I’m a Canadian.
We’re a quiet bunch; prone to enjoying hockey, drinking stronger beer than our friends south of the border, and lovers of fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy.
We also, apparently, have an inferiority complex when it comes to being evil dirt bags, because we’ve decided to pass our very own version of SOPA up here.
Only better*
Meet Bill-C11. Formerly Bill C-32. (I think they thought if they made the number lower people would care less about it?)
{…}
But, as innocuous as it sounds, C-11 does a whole lot that SOPA did with a few extra twists you might not find in the Wikipedia write-up.
Like your PVR? You can’t keep it under C-11.
Like ripping CDs to your iPod? Say bye-bye.
Hey, do you want to be able to unlock your $500 smartphone and take it to a provider less dedicated to violating your wallet? That won’t be allowed either.
Did you get accused of internet piracy but no evidence has been presented and a trial date hasn’t even been set? Under C-11 your ISP will now be forced to terminate your internet access.
And people say that governments can’t be bought.
{…}
There are only 14 days left people. Get active.”
Send a letter to your Member of Parliament now. The letters are prewritten, you just need to click send.
Come on non-Canadian people, please signal boost this for your Canadian friends.
Dani, Jo… you may want to to pass this around to all the Canadians you can.
ornamentedbeing Asks:
sarahsamudre Said:
I was 21. It’d taken a lot for my friend and I to get over the fact that Arwen took Glorfindel’s place at the Ford of Bruinen. I mean, Glorfindel is one of a handful of elves still around from the First Age. He SMOTE a BALROG. And you’re going to sub Liv Tyler for him? UGH. But I also understood that without appendices in film, you need to give Arwen a bigger presence in order to make people understand why Aragorn chooses her in the end. BUT STILL…
So when one film later we get Haldir dying? TOO MUCH. Also, raise your hand if you wanted to see the Dunedain show up at Helm’s Deep and then take their place in the final battles at Pellenor and the Black Gate.
I will admit though, that as angry as I am at Haldir’s death, the fact that the elves do this:
…gets me every time.
clairesalcedo replied to your photo: When Vasant and I went to Rome, this was one of…
You have made me hungry.
Muwahaha. SUCCESS!
songbirdstew replied to your photo: When Vasant and I went to Rome, this was one of…
I hereby nominate you for the position of Menu Planner in the Commune of Congratulations.
I humbly accept this position and decree that after this meal, we shall all have brinner: Eggs Benedict, Grilled Asparagus & Red Peppers
danh replied to your photo: When Vasant and I went to Rome, this was one of…
I shall make.
Yes! Please do and tell me how it turns out!
When Vasant and I went to Rome, this was one of the tastiest dishes we learned to cook. Incredibly simple to make and indescribably savory, Amatriciana is one of our favorite dinner recipes.
This dish takes a half hour to prepare and is best served with a Chianti or a Cabernet Sauvignon:
Amatriciana:
- 1 lb. Fresh Side Pork (get your butcher to slice it 1/4”thick. Dice those slices to 1/4” wide. If you don’t find this, thick cut bacon will work almost as well.)
- 15 oz. Fresh Pasta (I’d advise against dry pasta. It does not imbibe the flavor the same way as the fresh pasta, when you cook it in the tomato bacon sauce. 95% of all grocery stores carry fresh pasta. Splurge and try it with this recipe. You won’t regret it.)
- 2 Cans Tomato Sauce (30 oz. total)
- 1/2 lb. Pecorino Romano, grated fine
- 2 T. Pepper
In a large skillet, begin cooking the bacon. While the bacon cooks and crisps, grate the pecorino romano. Don’t try to enjoy this cheese raw… it’s too salty for most people. But once it’s combined with the sweet tomato sauce, it will balance out the dish beautifully.
Boil the fresh pasta for two minutes. Once the bacon is cooked, add the tomato sauce to the bacon and its grease. Use the lid of the skillet to shelter you like a shield, as the sauce will splatter in the grease. Stir the tomato and bacon together, and add the pepper. Drain the pasta once it’s cooked for two minutes and add it to the tomato and bacon sauce, letting it continue to cook in that sauce for the next five minutes. Flip the pasta over and over in the sauce, aerating it and immersing it in the sauce.
After five minutes, begin adding the grated pecorino romano in small handfuls, flipping the pasta in the skillet and making sure the cheese melts into the sauce and pasta evenly. Continue doing this until all the cheese is melted in the pasta.
(A good side for this is braised spinach. Just put fresh spinach leaves on a hot skillet and stir around until it wilts. When it cooks down, salt to taste and serve on the side with the amatriciana.)
I mean, come on. This is, simply put, BACON PASTA. Cheesy, bacon pasta.
How could you not love it?
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Tomorrow is #FridayFiction!
#FridayFiction is a flash fiction workshop that runs every week on Twitter from 3 - 6 p.m. PST, facilitated by Richard Hugo House. Each week, we pick a theme and create a story based off of that theme. We share it with the community of #fridayfiction writers by using the tag in our tweets. You can contribute more than one story. You can use the same character in every story, or multiple characters. The important thing is that your story, with the tag #FridayFiction, not exceed the 140 character limit that Twitter sets.
Why do we do this?
Flash fiction gives us a chance to re-examine our language in a way that we normally wouldn’t be able to do. The confines of the tweet force us to think of different ways of saying something, finding the word that communicates the biggest idea in the shortest way, and using Twitter allows us to find other writers on social media.
For more on why we write flash fiction and use Twitter to do it, read “Exercises in Brevity” on our website.
Last week’s #FridayFiction was canceled because, well, I had no power, no internet and was more occupied with the tragic purge of my warm refridgerator than I was with anything else.
The week before, however, was themed “Mystery” (I was watching the new Sherlock episodes, so yeah, little glimpse into how I choose these prompts).
Click on the pictures above to see an expanded view of the stories our amazing community of writers shared with us during our last #FridayFiction.
This week’s prompt is “Grief”.
Grieving centralizes on us losing something. It can be a person, but it can also be a way of life. A job. The loss of a hope or goal that you had. It can be the death of a family member or the loss of a friendship. There’s not a litmus test for what grief is the most powerful, because when we’re stuck in the midst of it, all grief feels the most powerful.
Write a story with your character standing at the edge of that black hole.
What has your character lost?
What will your character do now that he or she has experienced that loss?
Experiment with POV, different characters, and write more than one story! Writing within the confines of a tweet is difficult, but it gets you into an incredible mindset. Find the right words to create the mood, the plot and convey character in as short a way as you can.
Also, try and interact with the community! Every week, a lot of amazing writers gather together and share their stories. These people don’t just offer up great stories, they are great people to follow throughout the rest of the week as well. Being on Twitter is all about curating the conversation you want to be apart of and this is a great way to meet people who love being creative.
Hope to see you and your flash fiction on Friday afternoon!
As always, I’d love it if you all joined in. It’s a really great community that participates and it’s exciting to not only share your story, but to see how other people handle the prompt and the confined, creative space in the tweet.
“I’m a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can’t, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.”
—William Faulkner
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clairesalcedo replied to your photo: Lilo, jumping for a snowball that Vasant had…
I think what my gif is trying to say is that you shoot the problems down.
I didn’t get to my laptop in time to see your gif reply! Tumblr ate it.
jennhoney replied to your photo: Lilo, jumping for a snowball that Vasant had…
jennhoney replied to your photo: Lilo, jumping for a snowball that Vasant had…
I love this and you and Lilo and snow and plans
I love that my Dad always cried when Shadow plods up over the hill and says, “Peter. My boy.”
When we moved up to WA, right after this film was released, he made sure he bought us a golden retriever right away. I swear, every time he held her, there were those tears from the finale of this film in his eyes.
When she died, I grieved for her. But I grieved for what it meant to him more, to lose her. Whenever he caught her in his arms, you could almost see that last scene of Peter catching Shadow play out before you, with that same joy of a boy whose favorite thing in the world is being able to embrace his dog.
I can’t wait for him to have that for his own again. Lilo and Penny are great, but they’re not his. He is a boy who needs his own dog.
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