Life: Catching up, and various shit that you just may care about. Or not.
It's been rather busy for me, lately.
I'm proud to say at the least that I haven't bottomed out into depression again since the last "fuck my life" post, and that's a tiny milestone I'm proud of. I've been too busy, honestly. I'm down to one job, now- my full time job, and things are going all right there; my vacation is coming up in October (more on that later) I'm getting more responsibility and this week I'm working saute every day, which is a nice change and also, less work, even if it is work I am not quite as good at. More practice is always better, so there's that.
I'm helping throw a bridal shower for a good friend of mine- one of my best, and I really hope she enjoys the theme- it was tailored to suit, you could say. It will be a small party, and I am responsible for the food, and I hope that she enjoys all of it. She's a wonderful person, and her fiancee is a great man, and they are good together and I enjoy the time I spend with them. They just bought a house, and it's really very nice. I'm impressed with their renovation skills, to be honest.
My chinchilla died; she got up into a tiny hole behind the air conditioning unit in my closet, and she never came back out. I suppose there is a chance that she's still alive, but I am a realist. It still hurts to think about, but there was nothing to be done. By the time we decided fuck the deposit, fuck the fact we may get kicked out of our home, let's open the ceiling (a night later from her last appearance) we no longer heard her anywhere in the ceiling, walls, or anywhere else in the house.
I feel awful, even though I had no idea the goddamned hole was there.
The rat family I adopted a few weeks ago, that I've been waiting on for about four months, now, is doing nicely; Watson, the smallest, is the shyest. The mother, Ms. Hudson, is the boldest, and Sherlock is just quizzical and a little spastic. I love them all, and having them to cuddle helps with the loss of Olivia, just a little.
I went to Dragon Con, and it was amazing, of course. I cosplayed as Archer, my friend was Lana, and the boy that I'm sort of... whatever with, was Dr. Krieger. We looked fucking amazing and got quite a few compliments. We also met Doc Hammer, creator of Venture Brothers, saw Stan Lee, and sat in on an epic BattleStar Galactica panel. We hit two Sherlock panels as well, a panel about voice acting with some really nice folks (Yakko, Gir, Zim, and Balrog's voices were all present, WOO HOO), and a quiz show that ended up being funny as hell; it would have been funnier had the assholes behind me shut their fucking mouths. I did see the ex there, and that took a fuck of a lot of fun out of it and also made me miss the Spike and Dru question panel (GOD DAMN IT), but I do not think he saw us and that's the important bit. A good friend met the man who played Drogo, and that was good, too, despite the fact he said some stupid shit about rape a year ago. Men are idiots, sometimes, it seems. We ALSO hit up a bondage panel, and it helped the boy learn a little more; I had to stand up and correct them on their "let us straight folk tell you why queer people don't hit up our events" talk, and I was relieved that a gay man did the same - first, of course, that is what made ME stand up. We hugged after, and the man running the panel came over after to tell me he appreciated my voice and was surprised at how honest, upfront, and no bullshit I was when I said, "The reason we aren't there is because straight, white, cis male dominants- not all, but many- believe they have the right to tell us what we should or should not want. They are pushy, and I refuse to attend a place where trust is so needed, when I cannot feel *safe*."
A trans woman and the other man's wife came up after to discuss things with me, too, and a bisexual man came to bump fists with the boy; baby steps. I joined fetlife at their insistence and I'm thinking about hitting up a demo next time they have one at the local club.
Probably this is not my mother's idea of networking, but I find it acceptable.
I'm still working on my Frostiron slash and it's gotten a shit ton of reviews and hits and that makes me feel rather accomplished. I'm good at writing porn. Especially kinky porn.
I've joined Coursera and I am currently taking the sustainability course. It's informative and fascinating and definitely more than I expected; it would do more people well to take the time to read about what's going on in our world, and to give a shit about things that aren't their immediate area.
I am of course spamming facebook and tumblr with my leftist-ness, it's offended my family, but I give no fucks at all, because I refuse to stand with a party that tells me that there is such a thing as "legitimate rape", that I should not be allowed birth control or abortion, that my friends and I should not be allowed to marry should we choose, nor should we be allowed military service, that the poor should be punished, or that things like social programs or assisting the elderly with their attempts to get that assistance are bad things. I am an asshole, I am crazy, but I am not selfish or hateful, and I don't have to love everyone to know that all human beings deserve food, shelter, healthcare, and education, and that if we want to have a strong economy, better relationships, and a better impact on this world, we must have those things for everyone. End of story. Yes.
Good night all. I do hope I didn't just bore people to tears.
I'm proud to say at the least that I haven't bottomed out into depression again since the last "fuck my life" post, and that's a tiny milestone I'm proud of. I've been too busy, honestly. I'm down to one job, now- my full time job, and things are going all right there; my vacation is coming up in October (more on that later) I'm getting more responsibility and this week I'm working saute every day, which is a nice change and also, less work, even if it is work I am not quite as good at. More practice is always better, so there's that.
I'm helping throw a bridal shower for a good friend of mine- one of my best, and I really hope she enjoys the theme- it was tailored to suit, you could say. It will be a small party, and I am responsible for the food, and I hope that she enjoys all of it. She's a wonderful person, and her fiancee is a great man, and they are good together and I enjoy the time I spend with them. They just bought a house, and it's really very nice. I'm impressed with their renovation skills, to be honest.
My chinchilla died; she got up into a tiny hole behind the air conditioning unit in my closet, and she never came back out. I suppose there is a chance that she's still alive, but I am a realist. It still hurts to think about, but there was nothing to be done. By the time we decided fuck the deposit, fuck the fact we may get kicked out of our home, let's open the ceiling (a night later from her last appearance) we no longer heard her anywhere in the ceiling, walls, or anywhere else in the house.
I feel awful, even though I had no idea the goddamned hole was there.
The rat family I adopted a few weeks ago, that I've been waiting on for about four months, now, is doing nicely; Watson, the smallest, is the shyest. The mother, Ms. Hudson, is the boldest, and Sherlock is just quizzical and a little spastic. I love them all, and having them to cuddle helps with the loss of Olivia, just a little.
I went to Dragon Con, and it was amazing, of course. I cosplayed as Archer, my friend was Lana, and the boy that I'm sort of... whatever with, was Dr. Krieger. We looked fucking amazing and got quite a few compliments. We also met Doc Hammer, creator of Venture Brothers, saw Stan Lee, and sat in on an epic BattleStar Galactica panel. We hit two Sherlock panels as well, a panel about voice acting with some really nice folks (Yakko, Gir, Zim, and Balrog's voices were all present, WOO HOO), and a quiz show that ended up being funny as hell; it would have been funnier had the assholes behind me shut their fucking mouths. I did see the ex there, and that took a fuck of a lot of fun out of it and also made me miss the Spike and Dru question panel (GOD DAMN IT), but I do not think he saw us and that's the important bit. A good friend met the man who played Drogo, and that was good, too, despite the fact he said some stupid shit about rape a year ago. Men are idiots, sometimes, it seems. We ALSO hit up a bondage panel, and it helped the boy learn a little more; I had to stand up and correct them on their "let us straight folk tell you why queer people don't hit up our events" talk, and I was relieved that a gay man did the same - first, of course, that is what made ME stand up. We hugged after, and the man running the panel came over after to tell me he appreciated my voice and was surprised at how honest, upfront, and no bullshit I was when I said, "The reason we aren't there is because straight, white, cis male dominants- not all, but many- believe they have the right to tell us what we should or should not want. They are pushy, and I refuse to attend a place where trust is so needed, when I cannot feel *safe*."
A trans woman and the other man's wife came up after to discuss things with me, too, and a bisexual man came to bump fists with the boy; baby steps. I joined fetlife at their insistence and I'm thinking about hitting up a demo next time they have one at the local club.
Probably this is not my mother's idea of networking, but I find it acceptable.
I'm still working on my Frostiron slash and it's gotten a shit ton of reviews and hits and that makes me feel rather accomplished. I'm good at writing porn. Especially kinky porn.
I've joined Coursera and I am currently taking the sustainability course. It's informative and fascinating and definitely more than I expected; it would do more people well to take the time to read about what's going on in our world, and to give a shit about things that aren't their immediate area.
I am of course spamming facebook and tumblr with my leftist-ness, it's offended my family, but I give no fucks at all, because I refuse to stand with a party that tells me that there is such a thing as "legitimate rape", that I should not be allowed birth control or abortion, that my friends and I should not be allowed to marry should we choose, nor should we be allowed military service, that the poor should be punished, or that things like social programs or assisting the elderly with their attempts to get that assistance are bad things. I am an asshole, I am crazy, but I am not selfish or hateful, and I don't have to love everyone to know that all human beings deserve food, shelter, healthcare, and education, and that if we want to have a strong economy, better relationships, and a better impact on this world, we must have those things for everyone. End of story. Yes.
Good night all. I do hope I didn't just bore people to tears.