On a Small Scale

I’ve recently started following an Internet Nobody. I have. I really have.

Each week, they supply a Cosmic Photo Challenge. This weekend, the theme was ‘On a Small Scale’. So I thought to myself Hmmm… what’s small? I knew I’d be using my mobilius phonius to take the photo, as I can get quite close to small things with it (like yesterday’s tortoise – that fits in the palm of one’s hand, wouldn’t you know?).

I thought of a postage stamp.

I reached for my stamp collection, and selected this one out of the five.

It was only as I was taking the photo that I realised the stamp was for the value of 1p. 1p! I’d misread it as ‘1st’ for some reason, an easy mistake I’m sure.

However a small value on a small postage stamp? Very small-scale in my book! The link above will allow you to see other small things (there are some creepy-crawlies though, so be warned!)

Isnt

Somebody visited my blog today and went to my contact form to leave feedback for me.

Apparently, they said, I’ve misspelled ‘isnt’ on my website. Silly mistakes can ruin your site’s credibility, they said.

I only found their comment in my feedback’s spam section, otherwise I’d have missed this piece of essential advice. As I very often misspell words, sometimes deliberately, I wonder just how long it took them to find ‘isnt’, and what they must’ve thought of some of my other posts… especially the ones featuring the adventures of Gemevere Inxlsis.

My site’s my site; typos, mistakes and all. It’s intended to be fun; a place of incredibility. If you’re looking for credibility, there are many more sites you can go and visit. Life’s far too short to be so serious.

Be an Angel and lighten up!

And blow a raspberry while you’re at it!

Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You! Kinda!

Oh, how good that would be! But, I’m not quite ready yet to do one thing every day that scares me. I don’t even know all of the things that do scare me, being honest… but I know one thing: cameras!

Oh yes. Those pesky things that we end up on walking into shops… or in the background of someone’s photo… or in Selfies. If I end up on CCTV, my eyes are drawn to myself immediately. I think “Is that me?” and then “That can’t be me.” And then I need to check myself out to make sure it is me. Confidence flies out of the door behind me, and I’m left there gawping at an image of someone (who may or may not be me!) gawping upwards. Horrible, terrifying feeling.

So, at  the grand old age of (ahem) 24, I’m tackling that fear face on. Head and shoulders on, in some cases. Inspired by Tilly’s post yesterday, I thought “Why not?” I’m not singing. It’s just a photo. When my book’s published, and becomes not only a world best seller, but a Universal one, my photo will be everywhere then. And my proper name, but an updated photo is as far as I’m going today. These photos are so up to date, they were me this afternoon.

None of those top of my head Selfies that I used to so aptly take of myself, oh no. These are proper, full-on Selfies. And a couple made into kinda Selfie Squares for Becky’s KindaSquares challenge.

Now I know I’ve used photos of myself on the blog before… some adapted slightly, but they are usually old photos, and I’ve changed quite a bit since then. Although not too much, seeing I’m 24 and all that. And I will continue to use those caricatures I’ve created based on how I think I look from time to time,but today, this is me. All me. Fear aside.

Lights!

Camera!

Action!

Hello world!

And not a forced smile in sight! Although I did need to sit down. Cameras, you see!

So… would you do one thing a day that scares you? Would you do just one thing? I’m just asking… you don’t have to. We all have to do our own thing!

Do what feels right and enjoy it! It has to be done that way!

Happy Wednesday!

(Oh, and check out more squares on Becky’s site, the link is above, and check out Tilly’s post through the link in my post from yesterday!)

Who’s that knocking at the door again?

Sigh.

I’d just settled down to eat a nice tuna butty when there was a knock at the door. I say knock, but it was more of a powerful hammering. It was so heavy a knock, the entire Mansion shook. I kid you not. I’m sure the bedrock beneath the Catacombs below the Cellar below the Mansion moved slightly. There was also a very loud calling of a name from outside, but I couldn’t make out what it was as the Mansion groaned as it settled down once again.

The rock below the Catacombs is old rock. Not modern stone. Aged. Familiar, though it is, with the rest of the pre-historic landscape that exists there with the interconnecting Lay Lines and Portals and stuff.

Whoever it was at the door wanted an answer, and they pounded once again.

As the staff aren’t here to answer the door, I placed my tuna butty back on the plate, placed the plate on the table, and trudged once again all the way across the Foyer to the Front Door.

Once opened, I found myself facing two people in fancy dress. I presume they were in fancy dress. They were dressed fancy, put it that way. A gruff-looking man and a slender red-haired woman with a string of beads around her neck.

“You aren’t right this time, Fred.” Said the woman, in a very matter of fact tone.

“My apologies, pal,” said the man – to me, not the woman.

And with that, without another word they walked across the Courtyard, and got into a strange clunky-looking car before driving away from the Mansion along the Driveway. The suspension in their car looked shocking as the car seemed to bounce along as it got going.

I closed the door and returned to my tuna butty.

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Once again, these strange visitors looked very familiar. Click the peephole below to see if you guessed correctly as to whom these visitors were…