How has no one heard of him?

Dear Friend,
(This could be a long story, but I think it's worth reading, so, please, stick with me here.)

I've gotten a new "mania" and his name is Albert Campion. You've probably never heard of him. It's a pity, too. Somehow, despite the obsession with adapting mystery novels into TV shows or movies there's only been one series (two seasons long) with Campion in them. Agatha Christie is done to stinkin' death, but I'd never heard of Margery Allingham until I went nuts over Peter Davison. It all started with the TV series All Creatures Great and Small. I loved the books, and when I saw the show on DVD at the library I picked it up to try it. I liked it, just not as much as my parents, and the one week check out period quickly burned me out on watching it. I liked the characters, Christopher Timothy as James Herriot, Robert Hardy as Siegfried Farnon, and Peter Davison as Tristan Farnon. It was cute, but not that cute.

Frankly, the story would probably have ended here if it hadn't been for the move to Virginia. My family was stuck in an RV for months and we had no friends to visit and no cable to watch. Thankfully, Barnes and Noble had their usual "Buy two get one free" sale just about the time that we couldn't take watching two static filled channels anymore. Normally, I wouldn't look at B&N's DVD selection twice, since their so expensive, but this was appealing. Their shelves are filled with British television, and if there is one thing I love, it's British television! We could only find the first two seasons of ACGAS, but it was enough to get me to pay more attention.

Shortly after that we signed up for Netflix, and got the rest of the series. Looking around Netflix and typing in actors names to see what else they were in brought to my attention, Peter Davison was Dr. Who! I knew very little about Dr. Who, but I knew that was interesting if not impressive. One day, I was watching one of my many "British talkies" as my Dad calls them, and saw a preview for Campion. My Mom and I pointed at the TV and said in unison, "That's Tristan!" I hopped on over to Netflix and put the two seasons in my queue.

I also put the "Last Detective" series on, and love those, too, but I'm not crazy about them. I just mention it because for awhile there, Netflix told me, "You seem to like Peter Davison, why not try... (various Dr. Who discs)" whish I found amusing.

I just want to know why Campion isn't more popular! I realize that not too many fictional detectives achieve rock star status, but if I say Sherlock Holmes and Watson, you know who I'm talking about. You probably know who Hercule Poirot is, too. You may even know Lord Peter Whimsey! But I have yet to find anyone who knows Campion.
I can't even find the books! I went to the used book store that has a huge mystery section that practically smacks you in the face as you enter the front door, but no Campion. (Most mystery sections seem to start and end with "C" for Christie. Such a sad state of affairs.)

How has this happened? Shall I start a campaign for Campion? The world needs more owlish glasses and "people" who would write like this "The main thing to remember in autobiography, I have always thought, is not to let any damned modesty creep in to spoil the story. This adventure is mine, Albert Campion’s, and I am fairly certain that I was pretty near brilliant in it . .." about themselves.

We need more of him, I think, on TV.

"‘His name is Albert Campion,’ she said. ‘He came down in Anne Edgeware’s car, and the first thing he did when he was introduced to me was to show me a conjuring trick with a two-headed penny—he’s quite inoffensive, just a silly ass.’

Abbershaw nodded and stared covertly at the fresh-faced young man with the tow-coloured hair and the foolish, pale-blue eyes behind tortoiseshell—rimmed spectacles, and wondered where he had seen him before."


He doesn't even have a Facebook or Livejournal group, that's just wrong.

Edited to add:
After about an hour searching Youtube this is all I found that had Campion in it... sigh.

I've got young ears!

Created by Train Horns

The test said that typically only people younger than 25 can hear it. It's a terrible sound, though, so I'm not so sure I'm pleased to hear it. Can you?

I made something!

Dear Friend,
You know that song, Anything you can do I can do better? My version of it wouldn't say "better," it would probably just stop at the second "do."

I've looked at lots and lots of art and craft sites and things. For years, really. I've seen all these that other people make, draw, sew, knit, crochet, etc. etc. and just marvel at them.

My parents raised me to have this "I can do that!" attitude, or at least an "I can learn to do that!" attitude. (However, some quirk in my personality causes me to shrink back from asking anyone to teach me to do something. This leaves me trying to teach myself to do stuff.)

I improvised a doll today. I've been meaning to try my hand at making dolls and stuffed animals for about a year. Today, I took the plunge, drew an outline, steamed and pinned some fabric, took scissors to it, threw it on the sewing machine, poured plastic pellets into it, and hand sewed it shut. I completed a project in a few hours. That is what I'm most proud of. I finished something. The same day I started.

Yes, his head is lumpy, yes his neck won't support the weight of his head, yes he has no face. None of that matters, I made him. And right now, he smells like Bath and Body Works Warm Milk and Honey pillow spray.

I can't find my camera at the mo', but when I do, You'll see pictures.

Weird idea

Dear Friend,
I was out shopping today, grocery shopping and the like, and caught a reflection of myself in one of the freezer case doors. I realized that my pants would make a perfect start to a Yakko costume! They're wide-leg khakis that require me to not only wear a belt to keep them up, but also require high heel shoes to keep them from dragging on the ground. I figure all I need is a black shirt and some white gloves. Can't be too hard to find, right? And if I really want to go for it, I could make some ears.
It might be awesome!
Should I do it?

Dreaming again

I know I said I was leaving the computer, but I remembered a dream I had last night.

I was with Richard Hammond, from Top Gear. (He was still shorter than me, maybe about 5'3" like the last dream I had of him.) We were out in a very green field and he was filming some sort of segment for some show. I was walking with him, but some creature, about as big as a medium sized dog, starts to follow both of us. I glance back and it and get nervous, and try to speed up to get away, and it chases me. Richard grabs it and pulls it away from me, but it won't leave me alone. At one point it sticks it's nose in my back, close to my arm pit and Richard tells it "Keep off of my people." Then, he says to the camera "We'll just let it exhaust itself and then devour it."
The next thing I know in the dream, I'm walking through some trees and there are these small, bug like things dangling from them, on really thin strands that you can hardly see. I dodge them as well as I can, but one gets in my bangs. I turn around and see Richard, with a camera filming me walking. He beckons me back to him and takes the bug out of my hair.

Now, the weirdest part is that when I woke up, I felt this impression that the dream was God saying he was essentially protecting me from things. Sort of like I don't need to be so worked up about these problems because I have Someone to deal with them along with me.

How Richard "Hamster" Hammond works out to be God or Jesus, I have no idea. Maybe my interpretation was a reach, or I had that man on the brain. It happens. Sometimes.

"But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me"

Dear Friend,
Don't take that title too seriously. I've been having a rough time. Friday, I had my laptop at the library for the free wi-fi (since downloading a large amount slows our home's Internet down to a crawl) and something went "boink." Yeah, first I lost all of my podcasts from itunes then when I tried to type everything was coming out backwards and when I tried to restart the blue screen of death came up, telling me it needed to check a disk or some other such. I didn't, because something seemed to go wrong with that. So when I finally got back to what I was doing, guess what! Every last thing in my itunes library was gone. Yes, GONE! My Dad and I were going through my backup files, since I'd saved them all to back up back in December when I had everything wiped out with a virus. We couldn't find them for a long time, and I ended up getting so frustrated I cried. Yeah, I was crying in the library, such fun.
Thank God, we finally found them. The not so good thing is that I need to organize them all into play lists again. I have something like 2,000 tracks to organize. I hated doing it last time, but I'll have to do it again.
I went out and bought an external hard drive, just so I wouldn't panic if this ever happened again, but as they say "Act in haste, repent at leisure." I hate the program this hard drive came with. I know I can get something else, but I'm a bit of a dunce at computers and I'm dead sick of asking my Dad to fix everything. I probably won't be online as much for a few days, just because I'm sick of working on this problem.

Hey, anyone know about this virus that's supposed to pop up on April 1st? I think if I have another problem on this laptop I may scream. I've been ready to just chuck Victoria (that's the laptop's name, remember) out of a window for the past 3 days. The only thing that stops me is the fact that I just bought a tablet that I love using, even if I am stumbling my way through it. If I have to deal with another virus I don't know what I'll do. I've run sweeps with Malware Bytes and Webroot, but I'm not sure if that would cover it.

I'm off, to pray and remind myself that this is just "stuff" and "things" and not the important parts of life.

"What's a sick day?" Art

Here he is, finally. Eliot. Not the best picture of him. It looked better before I scanned and colored it. I need to learn how to actually digitally color, rather than just dumping color in spaces with the bucket tool. Well, I am still learning, and practice makes perfect or some such.

Do you hear me talking to you?

Dear Friend,
I'm in mania about Muppets. Yeah, I've been watching all sorts of Muppet related stuff. It has led to the strangest thing, though, I read Labyrinth fan fiction. I don't remember ever watching the entire movie, but I read some fic. Nothing I'd recommend. I don't tend to find Jareth "dreamy," instead I find him quite creepy. Most fans of that film... well, they disagree with me.
I've tried before to get into fan fiction, but it just doesn't stick with me. Even the best written story eventually loses my interest. I'm beginning to wonder if I have a short attention span.
Anyway, the muppets. I just love the music they used on the Muppet show. It was all so weird and funny and sweet. I've had Jamboree stuck in my head for over a week, I think. Other favorites would be You and I and George and Cottleston Pie. I really enjoyed the Roger Miller episode, because that dude had some weird songs. I was also tickled to recognize the voice of Alan a'Dale from Disney's Robin Hood. I always loved that voice. I've always liked what I guess would be classed as novelty songs. The muppets had a good mix of "real" good music and just plain fun.
Did anyone else notice that the opening of the Muppet Show was on this week's LOST? I was pretty distracted by that. I don't remember what else was on the screens during that scene. I probably should have paid better attention.

I'm going to try to do something with my Livejournal account. I gave up the Deviant Art. I was far too needy for that. I'll find other ways to share my art that aren't as prone to popularity contest-ism. I don't need another way to get obsessed with who isn't talking to me. I've started using my Twitter a little more often. I've got that locked so the pervs can't read my oh-so silly thoughts.

I bought some super cool, too dang expensive art markers. I've used them a bit, but I'm still practicing. I'm glad I had a half-off coupon. Discounts rock.

A lonely dreamer

Dear friend,
I had a Top Gear dream. Yeah, weird, I know. What happened in this dream was I found myself in a very large arena or something like that, which was beginning to be filled with people who were going to attend some function. I was there alone, and simply sat in an empty area and people watched. The place was very, very grey. It was rather industrial looking, wide and shallow. The seating was rather like very steep bleachers, but you couldn't see under the seats. As more people filter in, I look to my right and see Jeremy Clarkson, James May, Richard Hammond and the Stig. I immediately abandon my seat and walk over to them. I walk past Jeremy, because apparently even in my dreams I dislike the man, and I also bypass the Stig, though I don't know that I'd do that in real life. James May had just walked off to talk to someone else so I stopped in front of Richard Hammond. He, unfortunately, was talking to someone else, and I stood awkwardly nearby waiting for my chance. (I hate when I act in dreams the way I would in life, I hate standing nearby awkwardly, and if my brain is making up the scenario I'd prefer if I didn't do that) As soon as he saw me, Richard said hello, in a tone that was mildly surprised and annoyed at the same time. He still offered to shake my hand, though, and smiled at me. At this point in the dream I realized that I was taller than Richard Hammond. Now, I know the man is small, but I my subconscious must really think he's itty-bitty. I've been trying to find his height at a few sites today, but haven't found it yet. On with the dream, though, I don't remember my small talk with Richard, because I was so distracted by how small he was, but when we finished talking James walked back and shook my hand, too. James seemed tall, and poorly dressed, which is exactly what I expect him to be in real life.
One thing this dream made me realize is that I expect people who meet me to be rather annoyed at my presence. I go through phases like this, and they almost always result in dreams where I meet people and they don't give two figs about me. This brings me to the lonely part of my entry title. I miss making friends. I've lived here in VA long enough that I ought to have a local friend, but I don't. Maybe if I could have found a church I could have made friends, but I just haven't made that connection.
I probably shouldn't have made a deviant art account yesterday. In the mood I'm in, I'll end up turning into a "Love me, love my art, be my FRIEND!!!!" monster, but I'll refrain. *sigh*
I'll stop being so emo now.
OK I love you bye-bye!

P.S. Today's my cat Zoe's 6TH birthday, and tomorrow is Rob Paulsen's 53RD birthday. Sing the birthday song now!

Snowy snowy snow!

Dear friend,
It's snowing and cold here in VA as I write this. It's snowing enough that it's covered the entire back yard. I stood at our guest room window and watched the snow fall and had a memory.
I remembered standing in the parking garage at Andrew Wommack Ministries, having been let off work early because of the snow. (That doesn't happen too often at AWM, or many other places in Colorado.) I stood near the garage door, looked up into the sky and watched the white flakes float across the grey sky. I remember thinking, "I'm leaving soon, I'm leaving Colorado, and might not see snow like this again. I'll miss it."
Well, friend, I just saw snow like that again. Maybe things will be all right after all.