[Random] Feeling disconnected isn't helped by not posting, d'oh.
No, seriously.
I mean, I am on Twitter all the damn time, but that means I am connecting with a dozen fans and a lot of politics.
What's up with me: I cosplayed all four days of ECCC, three MCU and one Doctor Who (the latter my only new one of the year) and now my feet are filled with rage. I went to a whopping one panel--weren't a lot that I wanted to attend, sadly. The MCU meet up was dude-heavy and filled with Deadpools, though I did meet a teen kiddo who admired the Fourth Doctor scarf I was knitting and who shared my affection for the Seventh Doctor, though he was too young to like Happiness Patrol, sadly. It doesn't really work if you aren't Thatcher-familiar, I guess.
Saw Logan. Was awesome. Before the con, saw Get Out. Also awesome. Watched all of Timeless. Less awesome, but Rufus!
Unemployed still and unproductive fannishly. Outside of knitting the damn scarf, which I hadn't touched in 2.5 years and am almost to the halfway mark on now.
I am filled with meh, have graduated therapy (well, kinda), and I suspect I am having some post-convention malaise. But I am also feeling disconnected in general. Not getting out enough or seeing enough people. Lack of funds, lack of time, parenting stuff, and when I feel disconnected, I tend to drop out of life even more because I lose social skills fast. Whee? (Every single time I say something online and it goes into the void because I am saying it at stupid o'clock, it provides food for the brain raccoons, too. Ahahaha.)
I miss conversation. Basically. Also, I have comments to reply to and now that I know there is a new series of Broadchurch, I know why, so yay?
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I mean, I am on Twitter all the damn time, but that means I am connecting with a dozen fans and a lot of politics.
What's up with me: I cosplayed all four days of ECCC, three MCU and one Doctor Who (the latter my only new one of the year) and now my feet are filled with rage. I went to a whopping one panel--weren't a lot that I wanted to attend, sadly. The MCU meet up was dude-heavy and filled with Deadpools, though I did meet a teen kiddo who admired the Fourth Doctor scarf I was knitting and who shared my affection for the Seventh Doctor, though he was too young to like Happiness Patrol, sadly. It doesn't really work if you aren't Thatcher-familiar, I guess.
Saw Logan. Was awesome. Before the con, saw Get Out. Also awesome. Watched all of Timeless. Less awesome, but Rufus!
Unemployed still and unproductive fannishly. Outside of knitting the damn scarf, which I hadn't touched in 2.5 years and am almost to the halfway mark on now.
I am filled with meh, have graduated therapy (well, kinda), and I suspect I am having some post-convention malaise. But I am also feeling disconnected in general. Not getting out enough or seeing enough people. Lack of funds, lack of time, parenting stuff, and when I feel disconnected, I tend to drop out of life even more because I lose social skills fast. Whee? (Every single time I say something online and it goes into the void because I am saying it at stupid o'clock, it provides food for the brain raccoons, too. Ahahaha.)
I miss conversation. Basically. Also, I have comments to reply to and now that I know there is a new series of Broadchurch, I know why, so yay?
Crossposted from http://minim-calibre.dreamwidth.org/820673.html. Should it tickle your fancy, you can comment there using OpenID. Comments there: