Ellie's Corner of the Internet

Hey Fae Folx! Back, back, back again after almost 4 years away! Did you miss me?  Today, I'm here to talk about the ugliest shoes known to mankind - CROCS.  (This is evidence based this time!)  If you don't know yet, Crocs were used in the film Idiocracy (2006) and they were chosen for a very specific reason according to the costume designer. The legend says that when they were filming in 2004, they faced unforeseen budgetary constraints and the costume design team was searching for a cost-effective but still Idiocracy centric footwear.  Now Crocs only obtained their patent in 2006 but in 2004 was being sold in dollar stores and other low budget outlets, along with it being "horrible looking" (Snopes, 2023), this made it the obvious choice for the costume design department. The design department were sure that this footwear would never become popular. As a description, Crocs were idiotic, an obvious choice for an idiotic movie. Now it is 2026 and I regret to inform y...

As we enter Autumn which is the season of death and dying I like to think of Death themselves. Death as an entity. Most people think of Death as a vindictive devil who takes and takes and takes but that isn't true or fair to Death.  Death is gentle, Death is kind, Death is here to care for his subjects. Death is beautiful and Death is peaceful . When I say Death is beautiful, I wish to direct your attention to the beautiful artwork that they display for us every autumn when the whole world is encased in a warm golden glow, the leaves are every shade or red, orange, and yellow that you can imagine, and the wind has the lightest whisper of a chill. There is a giddy beauty in the crunchiness of leaves underfoot and wearing cosy sweaters. Nothing is more beautiful.  Death is peaceful, the season of autumn and winter are the seasons when most people feel at peace. You will find your most peaceful moments hidden there filled with family, warmth, and love.  As for Death's job, ...

 Hi ladies , gentlemen , and gender non-conforming friendos . It's me, your friendly neighbourhood garbage witch back today with some slightly tepid to slightly lukewarm takes depending on your alignment. From the title you've probably surmised that the topic on my mind today is "Mourning a future that was never mine" but what does that mean? Glad you asked. Mourning a future that was never mine feels kind of like trying to grab something that was never there or to describe a taste you've never tasted. Growing up, I was told to work hard and good things will happen as I'm sure most millennials were. The dream was to own a house! My parents owned a house (albeit briefly), and it was expected that I do the same... eventually.  The problem is that I can't own a house, don't get me wrong I WANT to own a house, I just cannot. And it won't be in the cards for me in the future.  I'm also in this weird conundrum where I have to break a terribl...

I'm BACK, britches. Yes, I just called you pants, get over it. Hey everyone, before I get into this, I want to preface it by saying that I am biased and completely prejudiced against the great evil that is The Holiday Season .  Also for context my stupid birth name that I was " blessed " with after I was born on December 7th instead of February 28th (I would've been Pheobe and I'm still trying to figure out if Friends jokes would've been easier, probably...) is... NOELLE You see, that may be a result of being named after the damn thing and enduring 24 years of poorly thought out jokes and, as the penguins from the cinematic masterpiece called Madagascar (2005) so aptly put it: "Smile and wave boys, smile and wave..." or my interpretation of "grinning-and-bearing-it" while people laugh at my namesake. ....I'm not bitter. Now that we have that disclaimer out of the way we can get into the juicy bits -- why I really dislike the holi...

 So if you are someone who follows my musings here: Hey, it's your mentally unstable girl with hot takes. How you doin'? Not good? Me neither. It's been a real hot spicy minute like in The Mask when the masked guy Stanley but not Stanley eats the dynamite and then it blows up and he goes "Thata was a spicy meatball!" That clip lives in my head rent free.  Is this what you come here for? There needs to be better things to do on this shitty internet. Speaking of -- I came across a website that hasn't been updated since 1994 on how to make a Strawberry PopTart Flamethrower. I am not kidding. I found it during an assignment for my Desktop Publishing class. It. Is. Glorious. So now that that is out of the way. I went to Georgian Bay (missed my cats), had a lowkey panic attack, finished second semester, that's about it for past events. Currents events. Third semester (yikes, also GIVE ME MY MONEY), applying for co-ops, the Whole Election During A Pandemic Thing ...

How are you doing? Is your baseline stress? Mine is! I always tell this story about how I was in high school that my internal monologue was just different levels of screaming and I sort of feel that it's heading back there.  My day has started off pretty rough, it started off with getting out of bed with how it usually does. It was exceptionally easy to try to rationalize staying in the warm embrace of my best friend bed. I've been struggling with exhaustion recently so the sheer weight of getting up felt nearly impossible. And then my cat puked 2-3 times on the carpet and then they broke one of our statues and then the internet broke and then my computer decided it wasn't having a good time and I had to quickly improvise because I got booted from my Zoom meeting with my group but this was the only hour we were all able to meet this week. Anyways, it was a bad time. Which brings me to gears. Everyone is a gear and before you say "Now Ellie, I don't need ANOTHER a...