“Sushi? Are you sure?” I ask again.
My fourteen-year-old son looks determined, maybe even excited.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he says. His tone has a tint of finality. He does not want to be asked again.
“What about something easy?” I say. “Like pasta, or pizza, maybe soup with grill cheese sandwiches?”
“No, I want to make sushi,” he says.
“Okay,” I say doubtfully.
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You may have noticed that I slowed down a bit in August when it comes to blogging. I have still been making posts a couple of times a week, though, and because I wrote so much in June and July, I now have a sizeable collection of things for people to read. I feel pretty okay about that.
September will likely be at the same pace as August, just a couple of entries a week. I do want to get back to writing every day in October, though. I have big plans for October!
Social media
I find social media to be frustrating. I want to write and I want people to know about my blog, but I don’t want to spend that much time marketing it on social media because it seems to take more of my time than the writing does. The YouTube channel was supposed to help promote my blog, and I do enjoy making the actual videos, but how do I get people to watch my YouTube videos? I don’t know! I just want to create stuff.
Speaking of internet videos, I think I got shadow banned on TikTok. My views dropped a lot. Before they were between 200 and 400 per video, and I know that some TikTokers will think that’s not very many, but then I had one that only got 25 views, and then one that got 12, until I was down to four views per video.
At first I was just a bit suspicious, but I thought that maybe people just didn’t like the longer videos. But then one of my friends messaged to tell me that she had to keep finding me and following me again because TikTok kept making her account unfollow mine.
But why did I get shadow banned? Was it because of my saucy cat butt videos?
After reading up on it, I thought that it might be because of my husband’s music. I had asked him to make some songs for me to use in the background of my videos so I wouldn’t have to worry about copyright issues if I used music that I found on the Internet. I think I got shadow banned because the music isn’t in TikTok’s music library so they can’t tell if I have a license for it or not.
So I deleted all of my TikTok videos that had Phil’s music. These videos had me telling my horror story, Happy Skull Camping Park. I decided to break it up into smaller videos that were around one minute each and post them in a series. I used music from the TikTok library instead of the original music that my husband made for me, and it seemed to work. My views went back up to where they were before.
So, lesson learned, right? If YouTube recognizes the music in your video, you could potentially have a problem, but TikTok is the opposite. On TikTok you’ll have issues if their software doesn’t recognize the music. It seemed that I had figured it all out.
It happened again this week. My views suddenly dropped to twelve per video. I’ve deleted my two most recent videos and I’m taking a break from TikTok for a few days, because I don’t know what’s wrong and I don’t know what to do. I’ll have a YouTube video up in the next few days, though, so hopefully my six subscribers are very excited.
Life
Summer is winding down here. My vacation is over and I’m back at work. My son is back at school so we’re working on settling back into our routine.
We finally got caught up on Stranger Things and my son has declared that it is now his favourite show. I have started watching Yellowjackets. I had been avoiding this one because I’ve heard that it’s really good and I wasn’t ready to get into a binge session. Last night I watched the first two episodes, and right now I am forcing myself to write this update instead of watching more Yellowjackets. It is excellent so far and I highly recommend it. Just be advised that there are some gory parts.
I don’t really have any plans for September. Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) is in November, so I’m going to start doing some prep work for that. Do I have any friends who will also be doing Nanowrimo?
It’s my aunt’s first day of school. She is the youngest of five children and all of her siblings have already had this teacher, including my father.
My aunt sits up straight in her chair while the teacher adjusts her horn-rimmed glasses and clears her throat. She holds a yellowed paper with a list of students’ names typed on it.
The teacher reads each name clearly and loudly, until she gets to my aunt’s name. She stops reading abruptly. A range of emotions passes over her face: surprise, horror, suspicion.
“Are you related to Claude Grenier?” the teacher asks. She says my father’s name like she is pronouncing the name of the Antichrist. She glares at my aunt with anger and dread.
“It happened every year,” my aunt tells me a few decades later.
The Raccoon Brontosaurus Campfire Channel presents Happy Skull Camping Park: Part Four: Jim.
Jim is surprised when his family goes missing, and even more surprised when he becomes a murder suspect. What happened to Meg, Cam, and Iris?
This story originally appeared here:
Here is the drawing of the infamous porta-potty from parts two and three that appeared at the start of this video:
Next week I’ll read another of my vignettes in my YouTube video. Is there one in particular that you would like to see? Let me know!
My younger sister runs up to the refrigerator when she is around two or three years old.
She feels overheated. Her scalp and neck are damp and warm and her feet are sweaty and dirty from running around outside in a pair of sneakers with no socks. She opens the fridge looking for a source of relief.
She sees a bowl of water with fresh sticks of celery floating in it. The celery looks cool and refreshing. Carefully, she uses two hands to set the bowl down on the floor.
Cool air from the open fridge caresses the crown of her head as she sits in front of the bowl. She plunges a foot into the cold, refrigerated water. A satisfying and cooling wave moves from her foot to the rest of her body. She sticks the other foot in and scoops water over both of her feet, watching the dirt drip off of her skin.
When her feet are clean and her body temperature more comfortable, she puts the bowl of celery back in the fridge and closes the door.
In third grade, I walk to school every day with a girl who is a year older than me. We walk on a dirt road with houses on one side and a field on the other.
The daily walk starts quietly, with our two voices blending with the ancient voices of the little birds in the field. Drops of dew cling to blades of grass like paper bag lunches. Other kids join us on the way until an entire group of us arrives in the schoolyard.
It is like this at first, anyway, before the new subdivision begins to be built. Instead of walking next to a field, we walk through a construction site. Our voices and the birds’ voices cannot compete with the loud machines.
One morning, a section of our dirt road has disappeared and been replaced by a large hole. The excavator is still working on it, it’s long, graceful arm reaching into the hole and scooping dirt out with sharp claws as it whirs loudly.
I want to take a wide detour around the hole. My friend wants to walk to the edge of hole so the guy in the excavator can see us, and then walk carefully around the edge.
We start walking slowly towards the excavator, but I panic and run around the scary obstacle. My friend runs after me.
“Why did you do that?” she asks once we’re on the other side.
As an adult, I recount these events to my parents, but neither of them remembers me having to walk through a construction site.
“I believe you, I just don’t remember that,” my dad tells me.
Did they just not know about the construction? Is that why they still let me walk to school?
The Raccoon Brontosaurus Campfire Channel presents Happy Skull Campfire Park: Part three: Iris.
Iris wants to sleep, but the whispering voices outside of her tent are keeping her awake. How will she hide from them when her tent disappears?
This story originally appeared on the Raccoon Brontosaurus blog here:
The waterfall sketch with the blood flowing at the bottom was made with markers and gouache paint.
It’s my coworker’s last day of work before her retirement. We have planned a series of surprises and delights for her throughout the day, hoping to give her a special send off.
My boss calls me into her office in a business-like tone, like she wants to discuss something work-related. She really wants to go over the details of one of the surprises for my coworker.
As she speaks, I nod. I sip my coffee in between nods. I give my input and sip my coffee some more.
When the discussion is over, I look down to see how much coffee I have left. Much to my surprise, it is my boss’s coffee cup that rests casually in my hand.
Harriet Lee’s gingerbread recipe has been passed down through generations. You can taste it as Helen Oyeyemi describes it in her novel Gingerbread. The gingerbread feels real and tangible.
But is Harriet Lee real? It is difficult to find evidence of her realness in her interactions with the world around her. A friend who she has lunch with everyday has no idea who Harriet is when she receives a phone call from her. A tin of gingerbread that she tries to give to another parent at her daughter’s school somehow ends up on the floor. Even Druhástrana, the country from which the Lee family hails, has only a dubious existence; nobody can agree whether or not it is real and it does not even have a Wikipedia page.
When Harriet’s daughter, Perdita, comes to harm in an attempt to visit the country of her mother’s birth, Harriet agrees to tell her everything if Perdita will tell her about her journey. We sit with Perdita and her dolls while Harriet tells us about how she and her mother, Margot, left the terrible and wondrous country of Druhástrana and her family’s connection with the Kercheval family.
Each sentence is like another puzzle piece. Will we get enough pieces to solve the mystery? And what is the mystery?
This delightful book will definitely make you crave gingerbread, so I recommend reading it at a time of year when that substance is abundant.
The Raccoon Brontosaurus Channel presents Happy Skull Camping Park: Part two: Meg
It’s like the Fireplace Channel, except with a scary story.
Meg thought that her family might enjoy a camping trip together, but her kids weren’t happy when they arrived and now her son is acting weird. Will a short hike to a waterfall make their trip more fun?
This is part two of a four part series. You can read it here. If you missed part one, you can watch it here.
Story, artwork and narration by Saraline Grenier. Music by Philip Marlatt.
If you need something to lighten the mood after listening to my story, check out this silly TikTok that I made. It’s an animation of a cat that I drew to go with a sea shanty by the Trailer Park Boys.
Here is a gallery of the new artwork that I made for my YouTube video.
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