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posted by [personal profile] stunt_muppet at 10:13pm on 23/11/2012 under
Wow it's been a long time.

There's even a "Like" thing here now, that's new.

So. There's a lot to talk about, and every time I try to type out a post about it it gets way too long and off-topic and I stop. So, instead, I'll just say hi, and apologize for not being here.

It can be difficult to blog when all I want to do in the evenings is nap sometimes.

So...how have things been with you?
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Oh wow has it really been since May since I was here?

That's sad.

The worst part is, it's not like I don't have anything to talk about! I have lots to talk about, but that's part of the problem - things just keep happening and I have more and more things to put in an entry like this and so because I have so much to talk about I never know how to say it satisfactorially I end up never saying it at all.

New job has gone super super well so far! I think they really do want to keep me on past the end of my part-time appointment, since they talk about giving me assignments past the end of my part-time assignment, in September. Which is exciting, since I've been trying to get a full-time job for two years now, but also a little scary!

There was about two weeks there when my parents were both out of the house on vacation, and it was up to me to fix dinner, get all the chores done, feed the dog, get to and from work on time, assign menus and tasks for my brother and me to make sure the dog got fed when I worked late and the plants got watered and everything and the laundry got done, and as I was preparing bills to pay to drop off before I went to work, and it occurred to me - am I, like, being an adult? Is this what adulthood looks like?

It was nice to feel capable (and let me tell you, just having a job has done wonders for my mood, never mind holding down the house), but at the same time it's like OH MY GOD WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.

I'm still working at the shop a few days a week, too, which means I have super long and tiring days and my back is starting to ache on occasion, but honestly it kind of feels good having stuff to do. It makes it so much easier not to feel useless or like I'm wasting time. Even if I'm creating that business for myself and it's completely false.

Unfortunately working all this time has kind of sapped my writing energy - I have ideas, but when I'm not too tired to write them it just doesn't feel worth it - either because it's something no one cares about or it'll be too much work or my writing is terrible so there's no point in continuing to write fic, things like that. Perhaps a tradeoff for feeling so good about myself in other respects?

That'll be all for this entry; I'm going to keep this short so I don't get all intimidated and not finish it again! And also I need to go to bed because commuting into the city every morning means getting up at 6, bleeeh. That's a part of adulthood I can do without.
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posted by [personal profile] stunt_muppet at 11:35pm on 08/04/2012 under
Happy Easter, loves, if you celebrate(d) it. And happy Passover, to those that celebrate that.

To those that don't, I hope you have gone out and gotten yourself some Peeps or Cadbury Eggs and had your life enhanced accordingly. And if you haven't you should do because it'll improve your day immeasurably. Have a fantastic week.

Other stuff to post, but I just wanted to get that in there before I let another holiday/special event go by.
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Honestly, not much has been happening that I'd talk about here! I haven't managed much writing (or at least I haven't managed to finish anything), I've drawn on occasion, I've piddled around on a fanmix and tried to work on a vid...nothing really complete or definitive. I've also been working more hours at my shop, which is good because it means I've been able to accrue some savings but also means not as much fannish downtime.

So...partly popping in to say I'm still alive, yeah. I've been commenting more than updating, and I've been more active on Tumblr because it lets me post pictures of puppies and pretend it's content, but there are also memes and stuff to do. I'm slowly going through all the meme backlogs on this journal and trying to finish them up for completeness' sake.

Also I've been spending an absurd amount of timing reading Homestuck. And reading about Homestuck. Time Sink Award Winner right there.

So, things:

1. If Movie: The Movie is not a Yuletide fandom by this December I will be disappointed in Fandom At Large.

2. I...am contemplating getting into Mass Effect? And I fully admit that this is down mostly to the pile of awesome fanart, and also Garrus and Legion who look really cool. And also the prospect of Sheppard/Garrus, because I'm just horrendously predictable that way. Really, the only thing that stopped me from seeing if my computer was up for it on Steam was hearing certain spoilers regarding the ending of ME3 that I am not sure I am down with. Maybe I can just play the first two and leave it there?

There's also the point that I want to support BioWare after they basically told homophobic gamers to GTFO after someone complained about the m/m romances in Dragon Age. I'd like more game companies to do that! It'd be nice. Maybe I could play Dragon Age instead? Hmm.

3. I've been beading! A lot, actually, though mostly simple stuff. Here, have some pictures!

Pictures! )
You can find most of these (save for the paper beads, which I'm not finished with yet) on my etsy page if you'd like to wear them for yourself! Or just look at more pictures.

4. I always want to write fic based on my fannish dreams and then I remember that a) nobody cares about other people's dreams and b) the whole reason they're dreams is that even in context they don't make a whole lot of sense.

...It was a Generator Rex dream wherein Noah had to go on a mission to the bottom of the ocean for some reason but then his radio cut off and no one knew where he was so Six went down after him, busted through the ocean floor, ended up in a grey lobby with someone who was either Death or one of Death's assistants and then dived out a window into a featureless void. And after that I had to leave for some reason (because the whole thing was something I was watching on a movie screen) and when I came back no one else in the theater would tell me what happened. My dream projections are dicks. :(

5. A meme answer! From [personal profile] caiusmajor , one of those seven-questions things wherein you comment asking for questions and I ask you things for you to post.

Cut for length and discussion of robotporn. )

6. I have some other stuff I guess but I've been typing this entry for far too long. See you later flisters.

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posted by [personal profile] stunt_muppet at 11:14am on 31/01/2012 under , ,

Today is my day off work after several days of helping with floor moves (translation: hauling heavy merch around to revamp the store layout). I am a bit knackered after all that and don't feel like doing much. 

There are people renovating my bathroom, so ideally I should be out of my house so's I can get out of their way.

There are four things I could do here:

1. Something responsible, like go out with my dad and car shop because my baby is, unfortunately, starting to have engine trouble that will cost more than she does. As much as it breaks my heart not to have her, it's probably time.

(Of course, Dad also insists that my next car be one with a manual transmission, which I barely know how to drive. I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually, but those times in between that I spend stalling it trying to get it out of the driveway are not going to be fun.)

2. Do something equally responsible but homebound, like insurance paperwork or trying to clear some of the mountain of paper and crap out of my room, because god knows that's an ongoing effort.

3. Bugger off to the bead shop (which is 45 minutes away) and gaze covetously at more beads I don't need. And also ask the folks working there if they know a way to seal paper beads without getting some expensive enameling, because I've got a sheet of wrapping paper that is way too pretty to throw out but I don't want to buy a whole big tub of UTEE if I'm only going to use it once.

4. Try to write. Because, you know, that's gone great over the past few weeks. (Hint: No it hasn't.)

On the one hand, having more hours at work means I've got more financial leeway, but it means on my days off I'm way more tempted to just tear off for the malls or the movies.

I have done some drawing, though! I'll get pictures up later tonight, probably.

Also I haven't been journaling very much have I. I'm still alive! Hi.

Music:: "wwretched wwaltz" - Tomb of the Ancestors
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posted by [personal profile] stunt_muppet at 09:44am on 06/01/2012 under
Muppet: Hey, it's my first day working at the Bethesda store. I should show up early to make a good impression!

Muppet's Body: Merry Christmas! I got you pinkeye.

Muppet: D:

Muppet's Body: Or maybe just a stye, I'm not sure which, but either way you're going to have to take time off work to go to the eye doctor to make sure you don't give everyone else contagious eye germs.

Muppet: D:<

Muppet's Body: Oh, and you're going to have to throw out all your eye makeup.

Muppet: I HATE YOU.

Muppet's Body: I got you back pain too.
Music:: "Home for a Rest" - Spirit of the West
Mood:: 'annoyed' annoyed
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posted by [personal profile] stunt_muppet at 11:10pm on 21/12/2011 under ,
Wanna feel very short-sighted? Watch the episode of "Through the Wormhole" on what time is and whether it really exists. Watch your Christmas shopping list suddenly feel very insignificant.

Also, yeah, the new commenting style is exactly as ugly as I thought it'd be. And the anonymous icon with a bag over its head is kind of creepy-looking. I realize I don't pay for my LJ and thus they couldn't give less of a shit if I leave, but can anyone point me to the Dreamwidth journal importer? I couldn't find it and I want to get started importing as soon as possible since I figure it'll probably be backed up.

Also does the importer bring comments with it? There's a lot of nice stuff in the comments of my journal. :(

Day off tomorrow. I should spend it shopping, cooking, beading, and wrapping presents but I mostly want to spend it writing and drawing. And napping. And listening to doom metal to rinse the endless repetition of the same 3 holiday CDs out of my head.
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Contrary to the title this entry is not whining about retail. It's still pretty sane here in the shop, and every day I praise the Patron Saint of Retail Workers that I am not working at Best Buy and have not had to break up any fights.

Nah, this entry is whining about actually for-real failing Organic Chem. I mean, I tried, the night before my final, to finish all the work I had to make up, I really did. And I studied. And then I got my third test back and saw I'd gotten a 42 out of 110 on it, which is somehow worse than I did on the test I didn't even finish.

And so I just said "fuck it" and hid in my room for the rest of the day until it was time to go to work and didn't even check to see if my professors e-mailed me because I just wanted to forget I'd ever taken that class.

In all honesty? I'd be okay with taking it again. It'd be kind of a waste of money, but I've saved up from working the holidays. What I'm most worried about is what kind of lie I'm going to tell my mother. I'm not looking forward to the freak-out "what's wrong with you, I thought you were getting better, you're so much better than this" business. I get why I failed - I was working plus taking care of her while she did her schoolwork plus taking care of my grandfather plus applying to/fretting over grad school plus getting sick plus not giving a crap about the class after the halfway point. But given that she wants me to go to grad school so bad I'm afraid she'll make me quit work, and I don't want to do that before I get another job. I need an outside job to feel useful, to feel like I'm doing something with myself, and also I hate having to borrow money from my parents.

I wish I still gave a crap. I hate not giving a crap, especially about grad school. As much as I hate the idea of it I feel like I don't have a choice, like if I don't have that impetus of "go to grad school" I'll have no direction and just sit around my parents' house and wallow. Even if I know I wouldn't.

Oh, and the mouspad on my computer stopped working, in more first-world-problem news. I need to try to scrounge up a USB mouse to make sure that it's just the mouse and not the whole computer suddenly, which I don't think it is since it boots up okay. Uuuugh. Why is everything kind of bollocks right now.

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On a completely different note, listening to nonstop holiday music at the shop seriously makes me want to write about the various religions and psuedo-religions and gods and celebrations in my various fandoms. Like hey, wasn't Time considered a goddess in Doctor Who secondary canon? Odd, given the fact that Time Lords are supposed to be a highly advanced scientific society. Is this a sign of their decadence, or of how far they've fallen, that they attribute what they formerly had mastery over to the supernatural? And hey, maybe there's even a James Frazer "Golden Bough" thing going on where because so many sophisticated minds believe in this godlike force and as such that causes her to be real and time to stop behaving rationally.

Or hey, even Transformers. Primus/the planet/the creator is referred to as a god, but how does one worship or express faith in something that you know is currently extant and beneath your feet? What about the Thirteen, do people know about that? Are they like saints? Or Homestuck, with the obvious parallels between The Sufferer, the Dolorosa, the Disciple and the Psionic to Jesus, Mary, Mary Magdalene and Peter - and given all the dinners my family eats over at the Cuban place with all its Santeria candles I ended up thinking about the history of Marian devotion and how strongly Mary is represented in syncretic religions and hey, I wonder how that would go when not only is the Mary figure still alive (because she doesn't get killed till Mindfang's time) but the whole faith is sort of underground and secret and if any of the Sufferer's secret followers have a branch of Dolorosa devotion and I'm thinking about this too hard again aren't I.

Of course, this is sometimes this is the only think keeping me from punching someone in the face the 500th time I hear "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree", so there's that.

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I plan on doing very little but sleeping tomorrow. 

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Mood:: 'cold' cold
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So I started setting up that Etsy shop at last. It's not very fancy; there's only a few things on it right now, but...um...if you're on Etsy, maybe you'd want to go look at it?

If nothing else you can look at all my exercises in marketing-ese.
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So. I finally got a job. Kind of.

I interviewed for a small nonprofit that works with health issues for LBT women. It's an unpaid internship, mostly maintaining a database of donors and keeping up with donor requests and needs. Honestly doesn't sound all that fun, and I wouldn't even get paid, but I think I'd like working there and it seems like a small, close environment. And also it's about health issues! With underserved populations! And they also talked to me about how they like to make sure they set their interns with a job at the end of the internship.

But I also interviewed for a position at the FDA. It's paid. And they haven't gotten back to me about it yet. I haven't even filled out the application yet, because I need to go through USAJobs and finish the application. And even then I might not get it.

And then of course there's my retail job to consider. I can probably continue it for the money if I took the internship, not with the full-time job. But I don't want to turn down the internship and then not get the FDA job.

And then, of course, Mom pointed out that if I took the internship I wouldn't be able to go to school. I want to just scream at her "I don't want to go to grad school, okay, I'm only applying because you want me to and I feel like I don't have a choice, stop going on about it."

Speaking of Mom I asked her the other day if she'd be very cross with me if I failed Organic Chem and had to take it again. Her answer: "Why? You're not going to fail, are you?"

Yeah thanks Mom I'm glad you didn't answer that question that's really great.

Ugh. Everything is Orgo and everything hurts. And I'd just really love to know why I can memorize all the interrelationships in Homestuck and all the nuances of dubiously-canon robot spirituality but I can't fucking remember how an epoxide reacts.

FUCK MY LOVE OF SCIENCE I'LL RUN AN ANTIQUE STORE OR SOME SHIT. 
Music:: "Beat the Devil's Tattoo" - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

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