winterophelia

I might as well do this here to keep everything continuous and not junk up tumblr. Here's my annual year in review survey...


( 2011 Survey )

I'm not going to lie, I've kind of abandoned LJ for Tumblr (which is here, if you're so inclined).

I really should either keep posting here or keep an up to date journal so I can remember fun things that happened. Unfortunately, me actually doing anything is rare. All I do is go to trivia and sometimes go see a movie with Elizabeth. Eh.

Luckily, the big Protomen show is Saturday. So that's some excitement. If only I could figure out what to wear! Life is full of difficult decisions.

I need to stop playing free TF2, lurking First Class communities, and watching that Avengers cartoon. Maybe then I could get some real work done.

Unlikely.

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24 to 25 hours of non-stop tabletop rpg. D&D, Star Wars Saga, and Shadowrun on three separate occasions. I always hoped we'd be challenged to go longer but every time all the other teams wussed out before the 24 hour mark.

I was just excited there was a writer's block question I immediately knew the answer to.
Now I have to go put together a wardrobe for a concert.

Oh my fucking God.
The third season of Angel is complete shit.
Elizabeth warned me, said it was worse than 4th season of BTVS, but did I believe her? Noooo.

I need a hobby that's not watching old tv shows and then complaining about them to no one on the internet.

Dear News Organizations,

If you aren't going to get it right, leave Anonymous out of this. Look, Anonymous is polymorphic. Some of them love heckling the Cult Church of Scientology. Some prefer posting offensive images. Others opt to DDoS the hell out of various sites. And a subgroup actually gives a shit about the political climate and uses their talents for dubious good against corporations. Don't make them out to be some elite hacker group with an unmarked black van full of satellite equipment looking at multi-tiered fantasy graphics. It's some guys with some computers and an IRC chat. I mean, it's kinda cool that cyber harassment/terrorism is getting some attention, but at its core, it's anarchic. "Loose group" doesn't even begin to cover it. Anonymous isn't so much of a group as it is a label. At any rate, get with the program guys, cause this is the true face of Anonymous:

Where do I start. This fucking show.  THIS. FUCKING. SHOW.  

So, I've been watching The Tudors.  At this point, episode 10 of season 2, I only have one question:  Why Am I Still Watching This Shit?  Everyone left is an insufferable douchenozzle, except for Elizabeth, but she's so young and everyone's constantly berating her that the only joy I find is thinking of the looks on all their hateful little assfaces down in hell when she becomes the best monarch their shitty little country will ever have.  

I'm just a wee bit upset.

See, there were only two characters I remotely cared for and they both died half way through the second season.  I have no excuse.  I'm a history person; hell, I like history so much I have a worthless degree in the godforsaken field.  Jesus M. F-ing. H. Christ, I knew what was coming:  A dramatization of some of the most misogynistic and needlessly brutal shit to go down in English history.  But hey!  People seem to really like it.  Now that we have Netflix, I might as well give it a whirl.  Turns out I would have been better off marveling at the god-like beauty of Andy Whitfield for another 13 hours as I re-watched the blood orgy that is Spartacus: Blood and Sand.  At least that show has the fucking decency to have a last episode titled "Kill Them All".  And guess what goddamn happens to almost all the asshats in that one?

It's not even horrible the way True Blood is horrible, where everyone's kind of a dick but enough of them are really awesome in spite of, or even because of their dickishness that it only adds to the overall "this is a fabulous B-Movie/fanfiction that has jumped so many sharks it's launched itself into space and, Baby, we're going to the fucking Moon!" attitude of the whole enterprise.  Originally I kinda thought it was just going to be a lot of arty sex with some boobs and a dash of politics and Thomas Moore "Oh you!"-ing the king as his head flies off.  I've never been more disappointed to be wrong.  Fuck, I'm glad season 3 isn't available streaming.  I'd probably watch it because I have problems with deep self-loathing where I apparently force myself to watch worthless-ass pieces of shittastic television.

Seriously, this show's giving me motherfucking tourettes.  Sorry I wasn't very creative with my swearing.  I'm going to go watch "Spring Breakout" to make myself feel better.

I wrote a long diatribe on/to Jon Stewart, but the time for that has passed.  Suffice to say that I am none too pleased with him as of late.  
Otherwise, I persist, but to what end?  I haven't figured that one out yet.
The costuming season is over.  now I will become even more of a recluse than I have been (a concept which is hard to fathom).
Thanksgiving was tasty, but a little strange.  I felt super detached this year.  That feeling made me even more uneasy.
Ann and I went Black Fridaying, mostly because she was curious.  It was a lot of fun, especially looking at the people lined up in Target.  I purchased some movies and an 8 gig flash drive, because I need more flash drives.

I think I want to gather up pictures in all the costumes I've done over the last ten years and make a big record of each one, maybe on that sorry attempt at a bloggy blog I started.  One day, I might succeed in doing this.

Maybe I should get back to pinning together the nine patch blocks for my goth quilt.

There are now pictures of me LARPing on facebook.  My position in the geek hierarchy has just fallen.  I've been trying to think of a more Katy Perry metered way of saying "I participated in a LARP and I liked it."  I guess that works.
So, yeah, LARPing.  It was way fun.  I went to Jersey to take part in my cousin's experimental LARP for her upcoming book.  Getting out of Nashville was difficult.  I got to battle with my first canceled flight Friday night, finally arriving in New York the next morning.  The whole weekend was filled with booze and food and awesome people.  It was reminiscent of college, which was fun while it was happening, but has left me a little sad.
I hung out with Lizzie for a couple days after and she showed me around her neck of Jersey.  Going out and doing things with other people can be fun, which is something I should remember.  Dammit, Nashville, make it easier for me to meet people.

Now it's back to never leaving my house and thinking of all the fun things I have done and how I'll never do anything fun again.  How melodramatic.
I am seeing Gaga in April, so there's that.  Also, GMX is coming up.  I still have a lot of work to do on one of my costumes.  Also also, phone banking to get people out to vote in the midterms.

Today I bought William Shatner's autobiography and a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories at McKay for 6.50$ total, worked for a few hours, and then decorated for Halloween.  Also battling a crippling desire to restart my WoW account after this past weekend plus watching the rest of season 4 of The Guild.

I think it's getting to be time for grad school, or something similar.

In my dream last night the neighbor behind my house started having a raucous party that spread from his backyard into mine, right up to my deck steps, with guests standing around drinking and watching a giant tv. I went out to complain, but he handed me a cup and a burger which stemmed my rage, so I ventured off my deck to mingle and there was Christopher Nolan standing all alone, swigging his booze nonchalantly. I ventured over to him and thanked him for making so many good movies. I was super short, like 5' tall, and he was at least 7'. Then we watched football together. After that things get hazy but it involved visiting Paul's mom, who suddenly was some sort of ad exec, at work, getting recruited by them, looking at their workplace handbook which was basically a Forgotten Realms RPG book, and cuddling with Joseph Gordon-Levitt during a board meeting. The lesson this dream taught me is don't go to the late late showing of Inception.

In other news, we just had a big storm. As soon as it was over our electricity went out. Go figure.

In other other news, I need to get started on my costume for my cousin's Cthulhu Live LARP, which involves making a bunch of patterns. I also need to work on a design for my rifle. I suppose I could always just reuse my TF2 sniper rifle. It needs some repair, though. Luckily, we found the drill, so maybe that'll make things easier?

GMX is in a little over two months. We need to get started early this year so I don't spend the whole week before panickedly gluing things in my garage together to make a medic gun. Time to start talking it up to Jonathan, who I think will be home from OCS by then, and assure him that the Navy will not find out that he dresses up for sci-fi cons. We're running out of things to dress up as, and we don't want to repeat. Bleh. Elizabeth proposed being characters from Inception after the movie last night. It's only a good option if we can get the costumes right and we have the briefcase. We'd make Jonathan be Cobb, she'd be Mal, and I'd be Ariadne (though I do have a good three piece suit and short hair, but I'm not sure I want to make >:C face all day). Anyway, it's a start. Hopefully we'll come up with something better in the next few weeks.

Anyway, enough about boring costuming stuff, I'm going to go cry on our router box for a bit. Maybe my tears will make the internet work.

Derp.

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In theaters: LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring 15 times. Not in theaters: either The Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi countless times (I'd say at least 40 times each?) I will never grow tired of LOTR or the original trilogy. It will not happen.

Maybe I'll start answering these at regular intervals. I like them sometimes, but always put off answering and then they change...

I've been seeing a lot of movies for free with Elizabeth. Right now it's a rather desolate wasteland. I'm eagerly awaiting Inception. Don't let me down, Nolan. We're going to have a 4th of July celebration, but it'll probably end up just being the two of us. Still, I got us some tiny patriotic hats at Party City and I'll get some hot dogs and beer tomorrow so we can pretend like we're stereotypical Americans. Also, sparklers.

Chicago bound on the 16th. Going to see Iron Maiden and Dream Theater. Exciting! Also visiting Madison.

I wish state senate candidates would quit calling me to brag about their NRA memberships. It's really sickening.

Maybe it's time to write Jonathan another letter. How is it already 2 AM?