not really all that grown up

it’s almost 9:20pm and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. I’m sitting here, starving half to death (STAAAAAAARVING). I am waiting for the dishwasher to get done so I can get my giant cereal bowl out and make a great big bowl of Reeses Puffs/Fruity Cheerios/Multigrain Cheerios.
God forbid I take a moment and think of something real to eat. oh no, it would be too much effort! No, I’ll just slump my body over to one side and wait for the
HA! as I type this the dishwasher made its special “I’m done!” groan. Now I have to go run cold water over my bowl so I don’t have to eat hot cheerios.

My Life: A Ken Burns Documentary

I have this screensaver on my computer that randomly displays photos from my iPhoto library. Sure, fine, lots of people have this.
But here’s the thing, I also clicked the ‘cross fade’ and ‘zoom’ options. Now the photos fade in and out and then we slowly pan the photos while zooming in. It’s exactly like a fucking Ken Burns documentary. When I’m sitting and crocheting I like to listen to NPR podcasts (because I’m a nerd). I flip on the screensaver and there it is, photo documentary the seems to go with whatever I am listening to (most of the time…).
Sometimes, the screensaver is itself the most fascinating thing to look at. Sure, I can go into my iPhoto library any time, but the randomness of it all that gets me. A photo from Key West, then one of the bathroom remodel, the 10th anniversary trip with Jen to Savannah, then David and I celebrating Christmas. The pan and zoom over the photo invokes a reaction, like the computer is leading you to focus on something specific. It makes you feel like there is a story with every photo. Apparently I have 6500 stories on my computer.
I don’t know if there is some metric programmed in that figures out where to focus the zoom, but 9 times out of 10, it focuses on the subject of the photo with alarming clarity. Watching it focus on Ghengis is not exactly the easiest thing to watch, but I quietly tell myself the story of every one of his pictures and remember him. Perhaps I will commission a Ghengis documentary and hire Ken Burns! Or maybe I’ll stick to my screen saver.