I live. Kind of.
All right, I admit it. Star Trek Reboot fandom has just EATEN ME. You guys, I'm making SONGCALLS. Most of my internet time is at work right now, which means I can't do anything social network-y that isn't from my phone (and sometimes not even that), but ff.net? COME TO ME, MY PRETTY.
I'm trying to figure out a way to get my phone to work with LJ. Because moomph.
In my life? I'm still working at my crappity job, but I've been moved to a different department (not officially, and CERTAINLY not in terms of paycheck because HA HA HA you're so cute) for six hours of the day, and I have actual WORK to do there, which is fantastic. I'm also babysitting as much as is humanly possible, because I can and because I always desperately need money - and there were two giant expenses this past six months, like a 92 year old man ripping the front off of my car when he ran a red light and then not having the insurance to cover it. And stuff. Yeah, we all know this is how my life runs on a regular basis. Anyone remember 2008, when I had to buy a car and a computer the same year I lost my job? GOOD TIMES.
Last year I also worked at a haunted house, but this year I decided not to audition because a) babysitting pays more, and b) babysitting still involves getting punched in the kidneys, but not with nearly as much force, scads fewer drunken idiots, and no uncomfortable rubber masks. So this year just babysitting, which is good with me.
I did SDCC this year, as always with my beloved purpletophat, dressed as a totally obscure teenage version of Sif from Thor that nobody recognized, but that was okay because of three things: first, I LOVE the wig I got for it. (Yes. I dressed up as a Norse goddess and chose the only brunette in all of Valhalla, because I'm a brilliant human being.) Second, I had a cape, which meant that I could regulate my temperature more easily, walk around all swooshity, and best of all, not have to worry about how my back looked, because MAN did I rip up a lot of pair of nylons. Another perk of the cape was that whenever one of the Slave Leias- yeah, I sort of became the Slave Leia den mother at this booth, dunno quite how that happened, but cookies were involved- was cold or sugarcrashing or just needed a break from people constantly trying to touch them, I could swoop in and declare "Hug times for ASGARD!" and enwrap them. Helping people, thwarting jerks, AND cuddling cute girls? Yeah, it was terrible, I don't know how I bore it either. Third, and my favorite part: I was a war goddess. I got to be cranky and threatening to people for THE ENTIRE CON oh you guys it was the best thing ever. I have to start only being villanesses or really really angry people from now on. It's fantastic. I also got found by a whole passel of vikings on the third or fourth day and hoisted up onto their shoulders while yelling "BOW BEFORE YOUR GODDESS" to the Dealer's room. I love cons. I also got a fantastic photo of myself in the Emperor's chair from Star Wars, which I'll post if I can figure out where I put it. Oh, and Adrienne Curry is delightful, and also thinks I'm a "spitfire." Hee!
I'm ALSO also still going to school, despite my program head being a giant, giant bag of dicks. Seriously, imagine the biggest bag you can, and then FILL IT WITH DICKS. She's that bad. I got stuck in Denver on my way back from a huge important family event and couldn't attend the first day of class, emailing her my progress every pertinent step of the way, and she dropped me. BAG OF DIIIIIICKS. Did I mention that I went back to school? Because I did. It's eating me too.
I got to go to an Assemblage 23 show recently! It was awesome, and also the first non-wedding, non-birthday-y social thing bar one instance that I've had to go out and do stuff in seriously like six months. I needed that dancing, I really did. If you don't know who Assemblage are, go check them out. Surprisingly positive lyrics for a Industronicgothy band, and some really lovely moments.
I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY considering making a costume of Juliet from Lollipop Chainsaw. The complete absurdity of both the design and the game itself really appeal to me, and I wouldn't have to wear a wig! Also, fairly cheap costume to make if I don't do the chainsaw. Other ones I want to make- Lady Deadpool, because there is nothing but love in my heart for Deadpool in all his spazzy, fourth-wall-destroying, completely insane incarnations, a nd the new Thundercats Cheetara. (I blame executivegoth for this. I don't know why you want me to be a furry, man, but for you I might just do it. SHUT UP YOU WILL TAKE YOUR GIANT CRANKY CATGIRL AND YOU WILL LIKE IT.)
I'm also still taking karate. I'm such crap at it. I love it so good.
More to come if I think of it. I'm kind of wonked right now, honestly- my brain is so lame that lately I've been finding myself giggling over product codes. Not kidding. Tiny granulated pirates were involved in this particular instance. Stop judging meeeeee.
I'm trying to figure out a way to get my phone to work with LJ. Because moomph.
In my life? I'm still working at my crappity job, but I've been moved to a different department (not officially, and CERTAINLY not in terms of paycheck because HA HA HA you're so cute) for six hours of the day, and I have actual WORK to do there, which is fantastic. I'm also babysitting as much as is humanly possible, because I can and because I always desperately need money - and there were two giant expenses this past six months, like a 92 year old man ripping the front off of my car when he ran a red light and then not having the insurance to cover it. And stuff. Yeah, we all know this is how my life runs on a regular basis. Anyone remember 2008, when I had to buy a car and a computer the same year I lost my job? GOOD TIMES.
Last year I also worked at a haunted house, but this year I decided not to audition because a) babysitting pays more, and b) babysitting still involves getting punched in the kidneys, but not with nearly as much force, scads fewer drunken idiots, and no uncomfortable rubber masks. So this year just babysitting, which is good with me.
I did SDCC this year, as always with my beloved purpletophat, dressed as a totally obscure teenage version of Sif from Thor that nobody recognized, but that was okay because of three things: first, I LOVE the wig I got for it. (Yes. I dressed up as a Norse goddess and chose the only brunette in all of Valhalla, because I'm a brilliant human being.) Second, I had a cape, which meant that I could regulate my temperature more easily, walk around all swooshity, and best of all, not have to worry about how my back looked, because MAN did I rip up a lot of pair of nylons. Another perk of the cape was that whenever one of the Slave Leias- yeah, I sort of became the Slave Leia den mother at this booth, dunno quite how that happened, but cookies were involved- was cold or sugarcrashing or just needed a break from people constantly trying to touch them, I could swoop in and declare "Hug times for ASGARD!" and enwrap them. Helping people, thwarting jerks, AND cuddling cute girls? Yeah, it was terrible, I don't know how I bore it either. Third, and my favorite part: I was a war goddess. I got to be cranky and threatening to people for THE ENTIRE CON oh you guys it was the best thing ever. I have to start only being villanesses or really really angry people from now on. It's fantastic. I also got found by a whole passel of vikings on the third or fourth day and hoisted up onto their shoulders while yelling "BOW BEFORE YOUR GODDESS" to the Dealer's room. I love cons. I also got a fantastic photo of myself in the Emperor's chair from Star Wars, which I'll post if I can figure out where I put it. Oh, and Adrienne Curry is delightful, and also thinks I'm a "spitfire." Hee!
I'm ALSO also still going to school, despite my program head being a giant, giant bag of dicks. Seriously, imagine the biggest bag you can, and then FILL IT WITH DICKS. She's that bad. I got stuck in Denver on my way back from a huge important family event and couldn't attend the first day of class, emailing her my progress every pertinent step of the way, and she dropped me. BAG OF DIIIIIICKS. Did I mention that I went back to school? Because I did. It's eating me too.
I got to go to an Assemblage 23 show recently! It was awesome, and also the first non-wedding, non-birthday-y social thing bar one instance that I've had to go out and do stuff in seriously like six months. I needed that dancing, I really did. If you don't know who Assemblage are, go check them out. Surprisingly positive lyrics for a Industronicgothy band, and some really lovely moments.
I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY considering making a costume of Juliet from Lollipop Chainsaw. The complete absurdity of both the design and the game itself really appeal to me, and I wouldn't have to wear a wig! Also, fairly cheap costume to make if I don't do the chainsaw. Other ones I want to make- Lady Deadpool, because there is nothing but love in my heart for Deadpool in all his spazzy, fourth-wall-destroying, completely insane incarnations, a nd the new Thundercats Cheetara. (I blame executivegoth for this. I don't know why you want me to be a furry, man, but for you I might just do it. SHUT UP YOU WILL TAKE YOUR GIANT CRANKY CATGIRL AND YOU WILL LIKE IT.)
I'm also still taking karate. I'm such crap at it. I love it so good.
More to come if I think of it. I'm kind of wonked right now, honestly- my brain is so lame that lately I've been finding myself giggling over product codes. Not kidding. Tiny granulated pirates were involved in this particular instance. Stop judging meeeeee.