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One Twentieth of a Score Ago...
Posted 7 years agoYe gods, it's been an entire year since I last posted any artwork, and BOY HOWDY do I have a backlog to post. I'll be posting at least one a day for the next, uh... two weeks, at least. Now I can contribute to FA instead of just favoriting things!
Also, that last journal was taking up room on my page.
Also, that last journal was taking up room on my page.
One Hundred Truths
Posted 8 years agoNabbed from 
missmab because why not
1.) Real Name: Anthony Camper
2.) Nicknames: Grey or Tony, don't call me Anthony
3.) Zodiac Sign: Virgo
4.) Male or Female: Male
5.) Elementary School: Zilker Elementary
6.) Middle School: Kealing Junior High! Couldn't remember at first, had to leave it blank.
7.) High school: LASA High School
8.) Hair color: Reddish-brown
9.) Long or Short: Long for a guy. I need a haircut.
10.) Loud or Quiet: A loud guy who prefers quiet.
11.) Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
12.) Phone or Camera: Phone
13.) Health Freak: Pizza
14.) Drink or Smoke: N/A
15.) Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Do fictional characters count?
16.) Sexual Preference: Bisexual
17.) Piercings:I'm terrified of needles.
18.) Tattoos: No, really, needles scare me. :c
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN:
19.) Airplane: Plenty of times
20.) Car Accident: If fender benders count.
21.) Fist Fight: TO THE DEATH
FIRSTS:
22.) First Piercing: Never
23.) First Best Friend: A guy named Xerxes, I think.
24.) First Instrument played: Recorders don't count, they aren't an instrument, they're an abomination. Viola.
25.) First Award: Uh... I won first place in a sand castle building competition in first-ish grade. I mean, so did everybody else, but
26.) First Crush: Sasha
27.) First Language: English
28.) First Big Vacation: My mother and I went to Cancun for a week when I was a teenager. There were other vacations before that, but that's the only one I'd call 'big'
LASTS:
29.) Last Person you talked to: Impy
30.) Last Person You Texted: Impy, as I type this
31.) Last Person You Watched:
tailsteak, because I didn't even know he had an FA!
32.) Last Food You Ate: Pizza! Pizzapizzapizzapizza
33.) Last Movie You Watched: Uhhhh... people coerced me into seeing Moana, I guess.
34.) Last Song You Listened To: The Nintendo Concierto
35.) Last Thing You Bought: Pizza
36.) Last Person You Hugged: Impy
FAVORITES:
37.) Food: PIZZA
38.) Drink: Water
39.) Clothing: Socks
40.) Book: Worm
41.) Color: Forest green
42.) Flower: Bread flour
44.) Movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail
45.) Tv show: House, MD.
46.) Subject: Physics/Ethics/Psychology
IN THE PAST YEAR I...
47.) [ ] Acted crazy in school
48.) [ ] Celebrated New Years
49.) [ ] I got majorly bullied
50.) [ ] I broke an arm/leg
51.) [ ] My dog(s) / My cat(s) / Other pet(s) died
52.) [ ] Got a crossbow for hunting
53.) [ ] Cried myself to sleep about bullies
54.) [ ] Saw the police
55.) [x] Done something you've Regretted
56.) [x] Broke a Promise
57.) [x] Kept a Secret
58.) [x] Pretended To Be Happy
59.) [ ] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life
60.) [ ] Puked first day of school
61.) [x] Stayed locked in your room
62.) [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it.
63.) [x] Cried Over The Silliest Things
64.) [ ] Ran the mile
65.) [x] Died inside
66.) [ ] Fainted
RIGHT NOW:
67.) Eating: Pizza! Well, that was last night...
68.) Drinking: Water! Again, last night
69.) Getting Ready To: Wash my hair, get out of the bath, and go to work
70.) Listening/watching: N/A
71.) Plans For Tomorrow/Today: Work
72.) Waiting For: [insert response here]
YOUR FUTURE:
73.) Want Kids: Noooooooooo
74.) Want To Get Married: I don't know.
75.) Careers in mind: Professor
WHICH IS BETTER ON A GUY/GIRL?:
76.) Lips or Eyes: Eyes
77.) Shorter or Taller: I have no preference
78.) Romantic or Spontaneous: Por que no los dos?
79.) Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: That V on the hips, mm
80.) Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive
81.) Hook-up Or Relationship: Relationship
82.) Troublemaker or Hesitant: Troublemaker
HAVE YOU EVER:
83.) Lost Glasses/Contacts: I've been wearing only one contact for months because I lost the other and can't afford new ones.
84.) Ran Away From Home: Nah
85.) Held A Weapon, For Self Defense: Yup, though not a gun
86.) Killed Somebody: I plead the fifth
87.) Broken Someone's Heart: Unfortunately.
88.) Been Arrested: I plead the fifth
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
90.) Yourself: Sometimes
91.) Miracles: I do believe in coincidence, yes
92.) Love at First Sight: Nooooot really.
93.) Heaven: It'd be nice, but no
94.) Santa Claus: I believe in Tim Allen.
96.) Magic: the Gathering
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97.) Someone you wanna be with right now?: Impy would be nice. There's a lot of people I wouldn't mind being around, but not many that I actively want to be with.
98.) Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: Doing what I want to do, for the most part. I just wish I could pay the bills better.
100.) Post as 100 Truths and Tag five people: No! :D
missmab because why not1.) Real Name: Anthony Camper
2.) Nicknames: Grey or Tony, don't call me Anthony
3.) Zodiac Sign: Virgo
4.) Male or Female: Male
5.) Elementary School: Zilker Elementary
6.) Middle School: Kealing Junior High! Couldn't remember at first, had to leave it blank.
7.) High school: LASA High School
8.) Hair color: Reddish-brown
9.) Long or Short: Long for a guy. I need a haircut.
10.) Loud or Quiet: A loud guy who prefers quiet.
11.) Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
12.) Phone or Camera: Phone
13.) Health Freak: Pizza
14.) Drink or Smoke: N/A
15.) Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Do fictional characters count?
16.) Sexual Preference: Bisexual
17.) Piercings:I'm terrified of needles.
18.) Tattoos: No, really, needles scare me. :c
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN:
19.) Airplane: Plenty of times
20.) Car Accident: If fender benders count.
21.) Fist Fight: TO THE DEATH
FIRSTS:
22.) First Piercing: Never
23.) First Best Friend: A guy named Xerxes, I think.
24.) First Instrument played: Recorders don't count, they aren't an instrument, they're an abomination. Viola.
25.) First Award: Uh... I won first place in a sand castle building competition in first-ish grade. I mean, so did everybody else, but
26.) First Crush: Sasha
27.) First Language: English
28.) First Big Vacation: My mother and I went to Cancun for a week when I was a teenager. There were other vacations before that, but that's the only one I'd call 'big'
LASTS:
29.) Last Person you talked to: Impy
30.) Last Person You Texted: Impy, as I type this
31.) Last Person You Watched:
tailsteak, because I didn't even know he had an FA!32.) Last Food You Ate: Pizza! Pizzapizzapizzapizza
33.) Last Movie You Watched: Uhhhh... people coerced me into seeing Moana, I guess.
34.) Last Song You Listened To: The Nintendo Concierto
35.) Last Thing You Bought: Pizza
36.) Last Person You Hugged: Impy
FAVORITES:
37.) Food: PIZZA
38.) Drink: Water
39.) Clothing: Socks
40.) Book: Worm
41.) Color: Forest green
42.) Flower: Bread flour
44.) Movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail
45.) Tv show: House, MD.
46.) Subject: Physics/Ethics/Psychology
IN THE PAST YEAR I...
47.) [ ] Acted crazy in school
48.) [ ] Celebrated New Years
49.) [ ] I got majorly bullied
50.) [ ] I broke an arm/leg
51.) [ ] My dog(s) / My cat(s) / Other pet(s) died
52.) [ ] Got a crossbow for hunting
53.) [ ] Cried myself to sleep about bullies
54.) [ ] Saw the police
55.) [x] Done something you've Regretted
56.) [x] Broke a Promise
57.) [x] Kept a Secret
58.) [x] Pretended To Be Happy
59.) [ ] Met Someone Who Changed Your Life
60.) [ ] Puked first day of school
61.) [x] Stayed locked in your room
62.) [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't like, and liked it.
63.) [x] Cried Over The Silliest Things
64.) [ ] Ran the mile
65.) [x] Died inside
66.) [ ] Fainted
RIGHT NOW:
67.) Eating: Pizza! Well, that was last night...
68.) Drinking: Water! Again, last night
69.) Getting Ready To: Wash my hair, get out of the bath, and go to work
70.) Listening/watching: N/A
71.) Plans For Tomorrow/Today: Work
72.) Waiting For: [insert response here]
YOUR FUTURE:
73.) Want Kids: Noooooooooo
74.) Want To Get Married: I don't know.
75.) Careers in mind: Professor
WHICH IS BETTER ON A GUY/GIRL?:
76.) Lips or Eyes: Eyes
77.) Shorter or Taller: I have no preference
78.) Romantic or Spontaneous: Por que no los dos?
79.) Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: That V on the hips, mm
80.) Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive
81.) Hook-up Or Relationship: Relationship
82.) Troublemaker or Hesitant: Troublemaker
HAVE YOU EVER:
83.) Lost Glasses/Contacts: I've been wearing only one contact for months because I lost the other and can't afford new ones.
84.) Ran Away From Home: Nah
85.) Held A Weapon, For Self Defense: Yup, though not a gun
86.) Killed Somebody: I plead the fifth
87.) Broken Someone's Heart: Unfortunately.
88.) Been Arrested: I plead the fifth
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
90.) Yourself: Sometimes
91.) Miracles: I do believe in coincidence, yes
92.) Love at First Sight: Nooooot really.
93.) Heaven: It'd be nice, but no
94.) Santa Claus: I believe in Tim Allen.
96.) Magic: the Gathering
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
97.) Someone you wanna be with right now?: Impy would be nice. There's a lot of people I wouldn't mind being around, but not many that I actively want to be with.
98.) Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are, In Life: Doing what I want to do, for the most part. I just wish I could pay the bills better.
100.) Post as 100 Truths and Tag five people: No! :D
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Posted 9 years agoIf you don't watch me, there's a pretty good chance that you're checking my page/journals because you watch 
NamelessImp and you're wondering what happened. She's unlikely to make a journal about it, because she's a lot more of a private person than I am. So, to respect that, I'm not going to go into detail, but I will confirm that: yes, we broke up.
We're both hurting right now, and we're both trying to work through it. I'm not going anywhere, we're still remaining best friends, so I'll still be commenting on her artwork and interacting with her fans... just, you know, less so. She's taking an art break, and I probably won't appear in any artwork for a while even afterwards (if you're reading this a few months from now, wondering why I disappeared from the comics, there it is).
I'm so sorry, Impy.
NamelessImp and you're wondering what happened. She's unlikely to make a journal about it, because she's a lot more of a private person than I am. So, to respect that, I'm not going to go into detail, but I will confirm that: yes, we broke up.We're both hurting right now, and we're both trying to work through it. I'm not going anywhere, we're still remaining best friends, so I'll still be commenting on her artwork and interacting with her fans... just, you know, less so. She's taking an art break, and I probably won't appear in any artwork for a while even afterwards (if you're reading this a few months from now, wondering why I disappeared from the comics, there it is).
I'm so sorry, Impy.
Anthrocon Journal Whatsits 2016
Posted 9 years agoI haven't posted a single journal since the last time I posted an Anthrocon journal. Yay me!
1-4. Where are you staying? What day are you getting there? How are you traveling? Who will you be rooming with?
I'll be sleeping in my bed, in my bedroom, in my house, because I live in Pittsburgh. Specifically, I live in the Greenfield neighborhood, approximately three miles away from the convention center. I've been living here for the last three years. I will, however, drive to con every day, because it's three miles away.
namelessimp will be sleeping in that bed with me! 
KolbeJack will be sleeping on the couch.
5. How is the best way to find you?
By looking for me.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Yes!
But I haven't actually looked at the schedule yet and don't know what events are planned. I mean, Uncle Kage's Story Hour and 2's Rant, to be sure, but I don't know what else. Stuff! Things!
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
This!, but in a fabulous red coat. Also, I have sideburns now. I probably won't be flipping you off, but I wouldn't rule it out.
To be fair, if someone is flipping you off, it's probably me. Especially if said someone is nude at the time as well.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I'm perfectly willing to draw stuff for you for free, for trade, or for money!
Though, in the interest of fairness, I should note that I am not an artist.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Direct all questions about gender to my PR guy. He'll be happy to ignore you.
I'm a short guy at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I'm not exactly the friendliest person. I'm fairly polite, but in all honesty, I probably don't want to. I will, but I won't be happy about it. But! Impy has a table at the Artist Alley, and I'll be helping her out occasionally. When I am, I am more than happy to be the salesman I am. I'm a charismatic bastard.
15. Can I touch you?
Where?
No.
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
No, but you can give me the cash equivalent of the drink you were going to buy me if I had said yes.
18. Can I give you stuff?
Depends on the stuff. Money? Blowjobs? Free artwork? Yes. Your phone number? Your virginity? No.
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Unless your name is Impy, no.
20. Are you nice?
I'm chaotic neutral.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Impy does! I'll be at it sometimes.
22. Will you be going to parties?
James Madison said no parties.
HA IT'S A POLITICAL HISTORY JOKE
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Are you so socially inept that you seriously need people to tell you how to get their attention?
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
I will eat pizza at my house. Maybe even steak!
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
Absolutely! Where will you be taking it?
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Make progress towards taking over the world!
1-4. Where are you staying? What day are you getting there? How are you traveling? Who will you be rooming with?
I'll be sleeping in my bed, in my bedroom, in my house, because I live in Pittsburgh. Specifically, I live in the Greenfield neighborhood, approximately three miles away from the convention center. I've been living here for the last three years. I will, however, drive to con every day, because it's three miles away.
namelessimp will be sleeping in that bed with me! 
KolbeJack will be sleeping on the couch.5. How is the best way to find you?
By looking for me.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Yes!
But I haven't actually looked at the schedule yet and don't know what events are planned. I mean, Uncle Kage's Story Hour and 2's Rant, to be sure, but I don't know what else. Stuff! Things!
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
This!, but in a fabulous red coat. Also, I have sideburns now. I probably won't be flipping you off, but I wouldn't rule it out.
To be fair, if someone is flipping you off, it's probably me. Especially if said someone is nude at the time as well.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I'm perfectly willing to draw stuff for you for free, for trade, or for money!
Though, in the interest of fairness, I should note that I am not an artist.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Direct all questions about gender to my PR guy. He'll be happy to ignore you.
I'm a short guy at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I'm not exactly the friendliest person. I'm fairly polite, but in all honesty, I probably don't want to. I will, but I won't be happy about it. But! Impy has a table at the Artist Alley, and I'll be helping her out occasionally. When I am, I am more than happy to be the salesman I am. I'm a charismatic bastard.
15. Can I touch you?
Where?
No.
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
No, but you can give me the cash equivalent of the drink you were going to buy me if I had said yes.
18. Can I give you stuff?
Depends on the stuff. Money? Blowjobs? Free artwork? Yes. Your phone number? Your virginity? No.
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Unless your name is Impy, no.
20. Are you nice?
I'm chaotic neutral.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Impy does! I'll be at it sometimes.
22. Will you be going to parties?
James Madison said no parties.
HA IT'S A POLITICAL HISTORY JOKE
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Are you so socially inept that you seriously need people to tell you how to get their attention?
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
I will eat pizza at my house. Maybe even steak!
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
Absolutely! Where will you be taking it?
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Make progress towards taking over the world!
Anthrocon Journal Thingymabob (tm)
Posted 10 years ago1-4. Where are you staying? What day are you getting there? How are you traveling? Who will you be rooming with?
My house, as I live here in Pittsburgh. I got here June 1, 2013. I'll drive over to the convention center. I suppose I'll let my girlfriend room with me.
5. How is the best way to find you?
I'm the misanthrope in the fabulous red coat and a cane.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Plenty! The plan, thus far, is to attend the following:
Friday:
10:30a – Opening ceremonies
1:30p – Art 1-oh Something
5:30p – Description and Scene
6:30p – 2’s rant
Saturday:
4:00p – Voice Actors Needed!
7:00p – Uncle Kage’s story hour
10:00p – Writing After Dark (Maybe. I like sleep.)
Sunday:
10:00a – Fantasy
11:30 – Science Fiction
3:30 – Kage 2-gether Charity Event
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
This, but in a fabulous red coat. No suit, though I have a tail.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I'm perfectly willing to draw stuff for you for free, for trade, or for money!
Though, in the interest of fairness, I should note that I am not an artist.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Direct all questions about gender to my PR guy. He'll be happy to ignore you.
I'm a short guy at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
Alright, just don't interrupt on-going conversations. Also, if I'm sitting in a quiet corner alone (or with just Impy), I'm either gathering my thoughts and/or trying to calm down. I'm not very open to conversation then. I'm told I'm very polite though (damn southern manners beaten into me), so you'll get curt responses if you bother me anyway. Aside from that, sure!
Especially for flattery. I love it when people compliment the coat. It's sexy.
15. Can I touch you?
Again, I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
Unless I invited you there, of course.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
No, but you can give me the cash equivalent of the drink you were going to buy me if I had said yes.
18. Can I give you stuff?
I love free stuff! The best kind of stuff is free.
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Please refer to this helpful infographic for proper hugging and snuggling techniques.
20. Are you nice?
People keep saying I am. I do know I'm polite, which people apparently confuse for being nice nowadays.
So... maybe? I dunno.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Sort of. I'll be helping Impy out when she's at her table, and I hereby claim every table that remains unclaimed during the convention.
22. Will you be going to parties?
No. Instead, I shall be hosting a party! 8D
It's in my pants. ;D
You're not invited.
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Scream like a ten-year-old girl would upon seeing her favorite boy band member, then sprint exactly 47 meters away to badly hide behind the smallest object you see.
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
I will be eating pizza, pizza, and more pizza. Monte Cello's will be visited, as will a Ben & Jerry's!
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
Absolutely! Where will you be taking it?
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
... people go to cons with goals? I just want to have fun, fuck.
My house, as I live here in Pittsburgh. I got here June 1, 2013. I'll drive over to the convention center. I suppose I'll let my girlfriend room with me.
5. How is the best way to find you?
I'm the misanthrope in the fabulous red coat and a cane.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Plenty! The plan, thus far, is to attend the following:
Friday:
10:30a – Opening ceremonies
1:30p – Art 1-oh Something
5:30p – Description and Scene
6:30p – 2’s rant
Saturday:
4:00p – Voice Actors Needed!
7:00p – Uncle Kage’s story hour
10:00p – Writing After Dark (Maybe. I like sleep.)
Sunday:
10:00a – Fantasy
11:30 – Science Fiction
3:30 – Kage 2-gether Charity Event
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
This, but in a fabulous red coat. No suit, though I have a tail.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I'm perfectly willing to draw stuff for you for free, for trade, or for money!
Though, in the interest of fairness, I should note that I am not an artist.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Direct all questions about gender to my PR guy. He'll be happy to ignore you.
I'm a short guy at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
Alright, just don't interrupt on-going conversations. Also, if I'm sitting in a quiet corner alone (or with just Impy), I'm either gathering my thoughts and/or trying to calm down. I'm not very open to conversation then. I'm told I'm very polite though (damn southern manners beaten into me), so you'll get curt responses if you bother me anyway. Aside from that, sure!
Especially for flattery. I love it when people compliment the coat. It's sexy.
15. Can I touch you?
Again, I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
Unless I invited you there, of course.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
No, but you can give me the cash equivalent of the drink you were going to buy me if I had said yes.
18. Can I give you stuff?
I love free stuff! The best kind of stuff is free.
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Please refer to this helpful infographic for proper hugging and snuggling techniques.
20. Are you nice?
People keep saying I am. I do know I'm polite, which people apparently confuse for being nice nowadays.
So... maybe? I dunno.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Sort of. I'll be helping Impy out when she's at her table, and I hereby claim every table that remains unclaimed during the convention.
22. Will you be going to parties?
No. Instead, I shall be hosting a party! 8D
It's in my pants. ;D
You're not invited.
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Scream like a ten-year-old girl would upon seeing her favorite boy band member, then sprint exactly 47 meters away to badly hide behind the smallest object you see.
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
I will be eating pizza, pizza, and more pizza. Monte Cello's will be visited, as will a Ben & Jerry's!
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
Absolutely! Where will you be taking it?
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
... people go to cons with goals? I just want to have fun, fuck.
Multibox Kickstarter
Posted 10 years agoSo, hopefully this will reach a few of you that watch me, at least. Remember that box I built a while ago? Literally the last journal I posted?
I'm doing a kickstarter campaign to build more.
Please go take a look, even if you're not interested in Magic. Thank you all for the support.
I'm really goddamn nervous.
Here's the link again: https://www.kickstarter.com/project.....1/edh-multibox
I'm doing a kickstarter campaign to build more.
Please go take a look, even if you're not interested in Magic. Thank you all for the support.
I'm really goddamn nervous.
Here's the link again: https://www.kickstarter.com/project.....1/edh-multibox
Box of Magic
Posted 11 years agoWith the help of Impy, I finally got around to building an idea that's been kicking around in the back of my head for weeks. I've always wanted a nice box for my Magic cards; slots for decks, a drawer for dice and pens and such. We started building it a few days ago, and I finally finished it today!
PICTURES
PICTURES
2014 Anthrocon Meme/Journal Thing!
Posted 11 years ago1. Where are you staying?
My bedroom. I live here, literally 4 miles away from the David Lawrence Convention Center. You know the big ass skyscraper a block away? The tallest building in downtown Pittsburgh? That's where I work. One of them, anyway.
2. What day are you getting there?
I'm already here. What's taking you so long?
3. How are you traveling?
I could walk if I so chose. I'll be driving and parking though, as that is muuuuuch faster.
4. Who will you be rooming with?
My cats have been roommates for quite some time, and I'm playing host to an Impy. She'll be with me too~
5. How is the best way to find you?
I will do my level best to avoid crowded and loud areas, so looking in quiet corners is a good start. I'll be attending the con with Impy, so if you know what she looks like, I'll be there. Also, if you've been to Anthrocon before, you may know me as the guy wearing an awesome red coat and using a cane. I made the news last year, though I look slightly grumpy.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Several! I fully intend on attending Uncle Kage's Story Hour and 2's Rant. I hope to attend the panels for Worst Fanfiction, but I didn't see it in the Anthrocon program draft...
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
No shame.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I will happily scribble on anything you put in front of me.
You should note that I am not an artist and that I can barely make stick figures look good, however. If that appeases your desire for a trade, then sure, but I'm more interested in trading Magic cards. I will not have my collection with me though, as this is a furry convention, not the Grand Prix.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Strictly speaking, I hate the concept of gender. I approve of the idea of gender-fluid and gender-neutral, but I don't feel that those concepts really address the issues that gender raises. Rejecting stereotypes of gender? Great stuff! Rejecting stereotypes of gender by alternating between those stereotypes or claiming you have zero stereotypes yourself? Less great. It might make you feel better, which I'm all for, but it doesn't do much for gender as a whole.
That being said, both my sex and gender are male. I get erections because of women and because of men.
I am classy.
Oh right, I'm also pretty short at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
Alright, just don't interrupt on-going conversations. Also, if I'm sitting in a quiet corner alone (or with just Impy), I'm either gathering my thoughts and/or trying to calm down. I'm not very open to conversation then. I'm told I'm very polite though (damn southern manners beaten into me), so you'll get curt responses if you bother me anyway. Aside from that, sure!
Especially for flattery. I love it when people compliment the coat. It's sexy.
15. Can I touch you?
Uhh...
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
Unless I invited you there, of course.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
Feel free to do so, as I love free stuff, but I don't drink anything but water. I don't drink alcohol and I can't have caffeine.
Well, I might not say no to a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Mmmm, non-alcoholic strawberry smoothie...
18. Can I give you stuff?
Yes! Free stuff is great!
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
See question 15.
20. Are you nice?
People keep saying I am. I do know I'm polite, which people apparently confuse for being nice nowadays.
So... maybe? I dunno.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Yes. Every table you see in the Dealer's Den and the Artist's Alley belongs to me.
I lease them to Anthrocon and they rent them out. It's quite the racket.
22. Will you be going to parties?
See question 19.
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Become closer than 15 feet away from me. I've noticed at that point.
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
Pizza! Also, Impy has promised steak at some point, but that will be at my house.
In the last few years, I helped Immelmann host a little meet-up at Monte Cello's, but he's not coming this year. I will, however, go to Monte Cello's at least once. They have great pizza, the best downtown as far as I'm concerned. Depends on what you like out of your pizza though. I can make recommendations based on what you like. I AM A CONNOISSEUR.
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
I will not object, but neither will I pose.
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
... people go to cons with goals? I just want to have fun, fuck.
My bedroom. I live here, literally 4 miles away from the David Lawrence Convention Center. You know the big ass skyscraper a block away? The tallest building in downtown Pittsburgh? That's where I work. One of them, anyway.
2. What day are you getting there?
I'm already here. What's taking you so long?
3. How are you traveling?
I could walk if I so chose. I'll be driving and parking though, as that is muuuuuch faster.
4. Who will you be rooming with?
My cats have been roommates for quite some time, and I'm playing host to an Impy. She'll be with me too~
5. How is the best way to find you?
I will do my level best to avoid crowded and loud areas, so looking in quiet corners is a good start. I'll be attending the con with Impy, so if you know what she looks like, I'll be there. Also, if you've been to Anthrocon before, you may know me as the guy wearing an awesome red coat and using a cane. I made the news last year, though I look slightly grumpy.
6. Are there any panels you might be attending?
Several! I fully intend on attending Uncle Kage's Story Hour and 2's Rant. I hope to attend the panels for Worst Fanfiction, but I didn't see it in the Anthrocon program draft...
7-8. What do you look like? Will you be suiting?
No shame.
9-11. Do you do free art? Do you do trades? Do you do badges?
I will happily scribble on anything you put in front of me.
You should note that I am not an artist and that I can barely make stick figures look good, however. If that appeases your desire for a trade, then sure, but I'm more interested in trading Magic cards. I will not have my collection with me though, as this is a furry convention, not the Grand Prix.
12-13. What is your gender? How tall are you?
Strictly speaking, I hate the concept of gender. I approve of the idea of gender-fluid and gender-neutral, but I don't feel that those concepts really address the issues that gender raises. Rejecting stereotypes of gender? Great stuff! Rejecting stereotypes of gender by alternating between those stereotypes or claiming you have zero stereotypes yourself? Less great. It might make you feel better, which I'm all for, but it doesn't do much for gender as a whole.
That being said, both my sex and gender are male. I get erections because of women and because of men.
I am classy.
Oh right, I'm also pretty short at 5'3".
14. Can I talk to you?
I feel like the sort of person that needs to ask this question is the same sort of person that would ask it while you're trying to pee.
Alright, just don't interrupt on-going conversations. Also, if I'm sitting in a quiet corner alone (or with just Impy), I'm either gathering my thoughts and/or trying to calm down. I'm not very open to conversation then. I'm told I'm very polite though (damn southern manners beaten into me), so you'll get curt responses if you bother me anyway. Aside from that, sure!
Especially for flattery. I love it when people compliment the coat. It's sexy.
15. Can I touch you?
Uhh...
16. Can I visit your room?
No. Fuck no. Come near my house and I will stab you.
Unless I invited you there, of course.
17. Can I buy you drinks?
Feel free to do so, as I love free stuff, but I don't drink anything but water. I don't drink alcohol and I can't have caffeine.
Well, I might not say no to a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Mmmm, non-alcoholic strawberry smoothie...
18. Can I give you stuff?
Yes! Free stuff is great!
19. Can I hug or snuggle with you?
See question 15.
20. Are you nice?
People keep saying I am. I do know I'm polite, which people apparently confuse for being nice nowadays.
So... maybe? I dunno.
21. Do you have an artist table?
Yes. Every table you see in the Dealer's Den and the Artist's Alley belongs to me.
I lease them to Anthrocon and they rent them out. It's quite the racket.
22. Will you be going to parties?
See question 19.
23. Will you be performing?
Maneuver 14-B is quite the sight, but you'd have to be quite lucky to see it. Or hella attractive.
24. If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Become closer than 15 feet away from me. I've noticed at that point.
25. Where will you be most of the time during the day?
Wandering around the Dealer's Den! I'm one of those people that like to make two or three or eight rounds around before deciding what to get at the convention. I fully expect to annoy the shit out of Impy during this time.
Aside from that, following the interesting things, staying away from the thicker crowds.
26. What/where will you be eating?
Pizza! Also, Impy has promised steak at some point, but that will be at my house.
In the last few years, I helped Immelmann host a little meet-up at Monte Cello's, but he's not coming this year. I will, however, go to Monte Cello's at least once. They have great pizza, the best downtown as far as I'm concerned. Depends on what you like out of your pizza though. I can make recommendations based on what you like. I AM A CONNOISSEUR.
27. Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Sometimes. I don't mind, for example, going to Monte Cello's with a bunch of people, and I've had people follow me around without complaining too much. On the other hand, I do like my quiet time and I don't really like people very much.
28. Can I look in your sketchbook?
Sure, I'll be carrying around some art you can look through.
29. Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I doubt I'll have any blank paper around, but if I do, feel free to doodle in it.
30. Can I take your picture?
I will not object, but neither will I pose.
31. What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
... people go to cons with goals? I just want to have fun, fuck.
New car!
Posted 11 years agoAnyone care to educate me?
Posted 12 years agoThe fuck is going on in this fandom? Apparently some drama has happened that I've been completely unaware of. Normally I'd just ignore it and wait for it to blow over (because this strategy has worked dozens of times in the past; seriously motherfuckers, recognize the goddamn pattern), but enough people have thrown up journals about it now that I'm sort of curious.
Holy shit I went hella viral
Posted 12 years agoWhoops.
I threw together a series of pictures putting new words to a Whose Line Is It Anyways hoedown AND IT WENT SUPER-VIRAL
AFDGSHIJDHGWYBHS
Link: http://imgur.com/gallery/wagDb
I threw together a series of pictures putting new words to a Whose Line Is It Anyways hoedown AND IT WENT SUPER-VIRAL
AFDGSHIJDHGWYBHS
Link: http://imgur.com/gallery/wagDb
On Playing A Role:
Posted 12 years agoIt has been quite some time since I last had a good RP session. A little under a year, in fact. I've got a very well-developed character that's just sitting around doing nothing. I've spent the last (ye gods, has it actually been that long?) eight months working on a novel-length story (and not even close to being finished) and consequently working on the world, physics, language, culture, and history that the story takes place in. By no coincidence, though my character does not even appear in this story, my character is from this setting and has benefited from its development. It shouldn't come as any surprise to you that I'm feeling the urge to play as my character again.
RPing has always been one of the best ways to get my creative juices flowing. Getting the input and questions from other minds and ideas drives my own line of thinking down alleys I would have never explored on my own. It also helps inspire the right mood for writing; I must say that working on the same gigantic project for so long gets a little daunting after a while. A refresher here and there in a barely-related game/RP would help immensely.
Of course, the reason I haven't RPed in so long is for lack of others to do so with. Hell, I barely even talk to anyone anymore. So! If you're interested in having some fun with me, just let me know! My character is best suited for pure-fantasy settings, or, for more comedic RPs, a setting that allows science-fiction AND fantasy to interact. If you're not interested in RPing with me, but would still like to hear about the world I've created, I am also more than happy to talk your ear off about it for the same reasons. You'd need a heavy interest in fantasy (think Hard Fantasy, like Hard sci-fi), so I think it's a long shot that any of you want to have long conversations about it, but it's worth throwing into this journal.
It's an equally-long shot that very many people will read this journal, let alone comment on it.
On a completely unrelated subject: I'm going to Anthrocon again this year! Unfortunately, I didn't manage to convince anyone to stay at my place for the con, but that's quite all right. I look forward to it anyway. Is there anyone I should look forward to meeting, for the first time or again, that I should know about?
RPing has always been one of the best ways to get my creative juices flowing. Getting the input and questions from other minds and ideas drives my own line of thinking down alleys I would have never explored on my own. It also helps inspire the right mood for writing; I must say that working on the same gigantic project for so long gets a little daunting after a while. A refresher here and there in a barely-related game/RP would help immensely.
Of course, the reason I haven't RPed in so long is for lack of others to do so with. Hell, I barely even talk to anyone anymore. So! If you're interested in having some fun with me, just let me know! My character is best suited for pure-fantasy settings, or, for more comedic RPs, a setting that allows science-fiction AND fantasy to interact. If you're not interested in RPing with me, but would still like to hear about the world I've created, I am also more than happy to talk your ear off about it for the same reasons. You'd need a heavy interest in fantasy (think Hard Fantasy, like Hard sci-fi), so I think it's a long shot that any of you want to have long conversations about it, but it's worth throwing into this journal.
It's an equally-long shot that very many people will read this journal, let alone comment on it.
On a completely unrelated subject: I'm going to Anthrocon again this year! Unfortunately, I didn't manage to convince anyone to stay at my place for the con, but that's quite all right. I look forward to it anyway. Is there anyone I should look forward to meeting, for the first time or again, that I should know about?
New virtual tour!
Posted 12 years agoThose of you who have known me for some years know that when I move into a new place, I create a virtual tour of it so that I can share with everyone. This time is no exception! If you weren't already aware, I've moved from my old horrendously expensive apartment into a much nicer and cheaper house. Well, it's a duplex, so I only live on the first floor of this house, but still!
Without further adieu: http://www.mapwing.com/explore/view.....NBaBBBLwNLwEY3
Nice, isn't it?
Without further adieu: http://www.mapwing.com/explore/view.....NBaBBBLwNLwEY3
Nice, isn't it?
WHY
Posted 12 years agoWhy, in the name of the everlasting fuck, is this child crying?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOpOhlGiRTM
Watch it. No, fucking watch it.
I swear, this response still throws me off the worst. Been doing exercises for years now, have a degree in psychology, and I STILL cannot truly fathom why people cry in response to happiness. I simply do not get it.
CRYING IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE RESPONSE TO BEING HAPPY. STOP CONFUSING ME. 8U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOpOhlGiRTM
Watch it. No, fucking watch it.
I swear, this response still throws me off the worst. Been doing exercises for years now, have a degree in psychology, and I STILL cannot truly fathom why people cry in response to happiness. I simply do not get it.
CRYING IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE RESPONSE TO BEING HAPPY. STOP CONFUSING ME. 8U
Adventures in pizza!
Posted 12 years agoI made pizza today! It was an adventure. I documented the whole thing here, with both pictures and comments!
http://imgur.com/gallery/fWUEp
Be sure to load the eleventh image as well. <:D
http://imgur.com/gallery/fWUEp
Be sure to load the eleventh image as well. <:D
"I'm not dead!" and other good news
Posted 12 years agoWell! My previous journal was pretty... dire, I should say, and it occurs to me that a sort of follow-up journal is warranted.
I am doing a lot better now. I'm starting a new job tomorrow, which will pay me quite a lot more money than I've ever made in the past. Enough money to afford my bills, rent, and groceries while still leaving me plenty of money to spend as I see fit! Better yet, I'm working in an office now, and I no longer have to serve the general public! *shudder* Customers...
As you may imagine, the whole not-eating thing that came up in my little Sympathy for the Unsympathetic comics has done fantastic things to my weight; I now resemble what I looked like back in high school and still doing martial arts. Though not perfectly so and I'm putting weight back on now that I'm regularly eating again, I think I look great. It'll be far easier to maintain being thin-ish than it would be to try and lose weight.
I'm still fighting depression, but I have a much better handle on things now than I did in the last several months. I'll shortly be able to afford going to a therapist again, and before long I expect to be back on antidepressants.
Honestly, being financially stable fixes quite a lot of my problems. Things are looking up! Now, if only I had friends and/or people to talk to. Damn tendency for people to abandon me.
I am doing a lot better now. I'm starting a new job tomorrow, which will pay me quite a lot more money than I've ever made in the past. Enough money to afford my bills, rent, and groceries while still leaving me plenty of money to spend as I see fit! Better yet, I'm working in an office now, and I no longer have to serve the general public! *shudder* Customers...
As you may imagine, the whole not-eating thing that came up in my little Sympathy for the Unsympathetic comics has done fantastic things to my weight; I now resemble what I looked like back in high school and still doing martial arts. Though not perfectly so and I'm putting weight back on now that I'm regularly eating again, I think I look great. It'll be far easier to maintain being thin-ish than it would be to try and lose weight.
I'm still fighting depression, but I have a much better handle on things now than I did in the last several months. I'll shortly be able to afford going to a therapist again, and before long I expect to be back on antidepressants.
Honestly, being financially stable fixes quite a lot of my problems. Things are looking up! Now, if only I had friends and/or people to talk to. Damn tendency for people to abandon me.
Maybe I should get back in the jacuzzi...
Posted 13 years agoI don't know if it's just me, but quite a few of the journals I see (that aren't related to streaming or opening commissions) have to do with venting bad stuff. Talking about how life is hard at the moment, all the pitfalls they've gone through recently, or perhaps an angry rant directed at someone anonymous. Generally speaking, I don't really enjoy those journals. I still read them, for who-knows what reason, but I can't say much about them. As most of you are already aware, I'm not exactly the most sympathetic of people, and my first reaction is to point out the things to do to fix the situation or what behaviors to avoid next time that they did this time. It's seen as callous, even if I'm trying to be helpful. I don't care about how well other people are doing, and it occasionally feels like I'm being inundated with these journals.
Which makes me feel especially foolish when I get the urge to post a journal about how I'm doing, which is typically pretty shitty when I have said urge.
I mean, given all that, I get it. We all want to share our personal stories to our social circles, whom or whatever they may be. Since I tend to feel foolish hypocritical urges, I tend to avoid posting those journals, preferring to do my necessary emoting to one or two people in private conversations elsewhere. When I do end up posting a journal, like this one, it's because I don't feel like there's anyone I can talk to.
So, on that note, I shall now whine about the current hardships in my life!
Holyfuckbillsbillsbills why do I never have enough money for anything
Seriously, I'm really fucking poor at the moment. I'm starting to fall behind on rent and internet and... actually, just all of my bills. I'm genuinely concerned about getting evicted in the following few months, and I continue to know pretty much no one around here. The way my paycheck works has put me behind, and late fees are starting to add up. Otherwise, I think I make enough to cover everything at the bare minimum. I've been fighting for the last two weeks to get the hours I need to even make that much, and my cunt of a boss keeps scheduling me for less hours than that. I've started to look for something else in the job market, but I'm not hopeful that I'll find anything soon. Or, I should say, soon enough.
Related to my financial woes is car woes. My car is starting to have a multitude of minor things that need fixing. All of which are relatively cheap, as cars go, but I lack the funds to give my car the attention it needs. Especially with freezing weather coming up (uh... do I need snow tires? Fuck, I'm so unprepared for winter), I'm just hoping I can nurse it through until I have the money to fix everything. Before the minor problems become major ones.
I'm fighting depression, as always. Again, I lack the funds to effectively deal with the problem, namely seeing a therapist again and going back on antidepressants. It's... been tough, recently. For as long as I've struggled with the issue, I've always been a functional depressed person. I got up every day and did what I had to do, feeling like a computer or a robot. I tend to eat when I'm down (trying to make myself feel better with pizza), which hasn't changed, but I'm slipping into the realm of non-functionality; not having the energy to get out of bed, not really taking care of hygiene matters as I should, having serious sleep difficulties, etcetera. I'm concerned about the possibility of hurting myself.
Lastly, winter is coming. Normally, I'd be excited for the cold, but I haven't had a functional heater for weeks, which I discovered when I tried to turn on my heater for the first time. In the course of preparing the way to replace the heater, they had to 1) remove a door and 2) remove my hot water heater. My apartment dropped to 44F (7C) inside today. Thankfully, it was finally replaced today, so I'm enjoying the warmth 65F now, but I still don't have hot water.
In recompense, the main office did give me the keys to the jacuzzi in the main office, which has an shower room attached. Being winter, it's closed to the rest of the complex, so I'm the only one even capable of getting in. I went last night, and it was luxurious bliss. I genuinely felt happy for the first time in weeks, maybe months. I felt good, emotionally and physically, for maybe an hour before sliding back.
Maybe I should get back in the jacuzzi...
Which makes me feel especially foolish when I get the urge to post a journal about how I'm doing, which is typically pretty shitty when I have said urge.
I mean, given all that, I get it. We all want to share our personal stories to our social circles, whom or whatever they may be. Since I tend to feel foolish hypocritical urges, I tend to avoid posting those journals, preferring to do my necessary emoting to one or two people in private conversations elsewhere. When I do end up posting a journal, like this one, it's because I don't feel like there's anyone I can talk to.
So, on that note, I shall now whine about the current hardships in my life!
Holyfuckbillsbillsbills why do I never have enough money for anything
Seriously, I'm really fucking poor at the moment. I'm starting to fall behind on rent and internet and... actually, just all of my bills. I'm genuinely concerned about getting evicted in the following few months, and I continue to know pretty much no one around here. The way my paycheck works has put me behind, and late fees are starting to add up. Otherwise, I think I make enough to cover everything at the bare minimum. I've been fighting for the last two weeks to get the hours I need to even make that much, and my cunt of a boss keeps scheduling me for less hours than that. I've started to look for something else in the job market, but I'm not hopeful that I'll find anything soon. Or, I should say, soon enough.
Related to my financial woes is car woes. My car is starting to have a multitude of minor things that need fixing. All of which are relatively cheap, as cars go, but I lack the funds to give my car the attention it needs. Especially with freezing weather coming up (uh... do I need snow tires? Fuck, I'm so unprepared for winter), I'm just hoping I can nurse it through until I have the money to fix everything. Before the minor problems become major ones.
I'm fighting depression, as always. Again, I lack the funds to effectively deal with the problem, namely seeing a therapist again and going back on antidepressants. It's... been tough, recently. For as long as I've struggled with the issue, I've always been a functional depressed person. I got up every day and did what I had to do, feeling like a computer or a robot. I tend to eat when I'm down (trying to make myself feel better with pizza), which hasn't changed, but I'm slipping into the realm of non-functionality; not having the energy to get out of bed, not really taking care of hygiene matters as I should, having serious sleep difficulties, etcetera. I'm concerned about the possibility of hurting myself.
Lastly, winter is coming. Normally, I'd be excited for the cold, but I haven't had a functional heater for weeks, which I discovered when I tried to turn on my heater for the first time. In the course of preparing the way to replace the heater, they had to 1) remove a door and 2) remove my hot water heater. My apartment dropped to 44F (7C) inside today. Thankfully, it was finally replaced today, so I'm enjoying the warmth 65F now, but I still don't have hot water.
In recompense, the main office did give me the keys to the jacuzzi in the main office, which has an shower room attached. Being winter, it's closed to the rest of the complex, so I'm the only one even capable of getting in. I went last night, and it was luxurious bliss. I genuinely felt happy for the first time in weeks, maybe months. I felt good, emotionally and physically, for maybe an hour before sliding back.
Maybe I should get back in the jacuzzi...
So maybe it's a little geeky...
Posted 13 years agoBut I just finished my several-years-long goal.
http://db.tt/nbIWi0fH
I obtained the Quest Point Cape in Runescape. :3
(Which you get upon finishing every single quest in the game)
http://db.tt/nbIWi0fH
I obtained the Quest Point Cape in Runescape. :3
(Which you get upon finishing every single quest in the game)
New Commission Info
Posted 13 years agoFOR EVERY ARTIST EVER, FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME.
(I am not an artist.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1QQhO71Q0E
For the love of anything you hold sacred, watch that video. It is hands-down the funniest thing I've watched in a long time. Share it with everyone.
THIS MAN MUST BECOME INTERNET-FAMOUS.
(I am not an artist.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1QQhO71Q0E
For the love of anything you hold sacred, watch that video. It is hands-down the funniest thing I've watched in a long time. Share it with everyone.
THIS MAN MUST BECOME INTERNET-FAMOUS.
Neat!
Posted 13 years ago... but useless.
I wrote an advice column for furries, and I got a reply in the column! The advice kind of sucks though, and didn't even answer my second question. Ah well. Four stars out of ten for getting a reply, at least.
You can read the letter and response here: http://www.askpapabear.com/1/post/2.....into-hugs.html
I wrote an advice column for furries, and I got a reply in the column! The advice kind of sucks though, and didn't even answer my second question. Ah well. Four stars out of ten for getting a reply, at least.
You can read the letter and response here: http://www.askpapabear.com/1/post/2.....into-hugs.html
What the fuck did I just read
Posted 13 years agoOk, as some of you may know, I'm currently working on a study with a professor at the university I just graduated from (ongoing thing, we started when I was still an undergrad). It is a meta-analysis, which means we're pulling together experimental data from dozens of different studies and analyzing it. As such, I'm reading through dozens of psych studies and dissertations, coding these articles so we know what sort of data we can pull from each later on.
I got about 6 pages into this massive 226 page dissertation before I had to stop. It was a dissertation on parapsychology, or, basically, psychic phenomenon. A fucking 226 page dissertation about how we have the psychic ability to influence random events.
This person used this dissertation to graduate with a Ph.D.
Goddamnit, I hate people.
I skipped over to the results section and was completely unsurprised to see that they found nothing significant at all.
How the fuck do people get away with this? It's this sort of shit that makes people not take psychology as a science seriously. I mean, if you're interested in this sort of thing, if you really believe in psychic powers, fine, go for it. I'll quietly judge you, but go for it. Don't demean an entire branch of science by graduating with a Ph.D after writing a dissertation on the subject. That graduate committee should have either set this author on fire or have been drop-kicked out the window themselves. And let me get clear: I think it's great for science to test and disprove myths about the paranormal. Testing these things are a part of the scientific process. I just don't think it wise to do so repeatedly after it's already been proven to be nonsense. This dissertation was published in the year 2000!
GAH.
I got about 6 pages into this massive 226 page dissertation before I had to stop. It was a dissertation on parapsychology, or, basically, psychic phenomenon. A fucking 226 page dissertation about how we have the psychic ability to influence random events.
This person used this dissertation to graduate with a Ph.D.
Goddamnit, I hate people.
I skipped over to the results section and was completely unsurprised to see that they found nothing significant at all.
How the fuck do people get away with this? It's this sort of shit that makes people not take psychology as a science seriously. I mean, if you're interested in this sort of thing, if you really believe in psychic powers, fine, go for it. I'll quietly judge you, but go for it. Don't demean an entire branch of science by graduating with a Ph.D after writing a dissertation on the subject. That graduate committee should have either set this author on fire or have been drop-kicked out the window themselves. And let me get clear: I think it's great for science to test and disprove myths about the paranormal. Testing these things are a part of the scientific process. I just don't think it wise to do so repeatedly after it's already been proven to be nonsense. This dissertation was published in the year 2000!
GAH.
A Virtual Tour
Posted 13 years agoAvailable now! The virtual tour of my new apartment. Feel free to openly criticize my choice in decor and fear of natural lighting.
http://www.mapwing.com/explore/view.....D8v0llCD8vS08b
Have fun!
http://www.mapwing.com/explore/view.....D8v0llCD8vS08b
Have fun!
The story of reaching my new apartment
Posted 13 years agoI have re-established contact with the modern world! And to think, it only took an entire week after actually getting the modem to hook it up with the internet. Turns out, whoever lived in my apartment previously didn't bother to reconnect the outside cable from whatever they had going on. Alright... this is going to be a long journal. *cracks knuckles in anticipation*
Going back in time to the day before moving...
My apartment is empty, save for pillows and bedding for the night, and my laptop. Without access to the modern world, there was only so much I could do to kill time for the rest of the evening. I also rediscovered why we have desks and chairs and such, because spending the evening sitting/laying on the floor was really uncomfortable. I had to wait for the sun to set before I could just sleep the night away, since I'm used to being able to turn my apartment dark at will (natural lighting is not all that it is cracked up to be) and the windows no longer had coverings. Despite rolling myself up in my thick blankets, I slept poorly, since there's a reason we invented beds as well. I woke up who-knows how many times through the night, and by morning, my hips were sore and I had a small rash.
Friday morning!
I get up at dawn, woken by the encroaching light and hungry cats. After killing time for an hour and a half, I start packing the few things left in the apartment into the uhaul truck. Surprisingly, this took longer than I expected; either I had more things in my apartment than I thought or packing from the previous day took more out of me than I suspected. I set up my car with all of my blankets and pillows in the front seats and the cat supplies (litter box, food) in the back. It took a good 30 minutes to actually get both cats stoned out of their minds, since, well, cats don't like having pills shoved down their throats. Frankly, it was a little worrying, this sedative. I thought that it would knock them out and they would sleep it off, but instead it just took their balance from them and made them lose control of their inner eyelids. Even with their eyes open, that inner-film covered half of their eyes. On one hand, it was disturbing and not a process I really wanted to repeat, but on the other hand, it made it very easy to handle them. After turning in my various apartment keys to the office, I hopped into the uhaul and begun the trip at roughly 9:15am.
I have no entertainment at this point. Unlike my car, I couldn't hook my ipod up to the uhaul and listen to whatever I liked. I had my laptop up in the front seat for entertainment purposes, but I had reserved that for the night later on. I passed most of the morning remarking on all the landmarks I recognized, to myself of course, because I was still on I-35. After I passed Austin, I started seeing how much I could recognize of the route between Austin and Dallas from the large number of times I had made the trip with my father in elementary school. Quite a bit, as it turns out, but it was just unfamiliar enough that the time passed slowly. I couldn't believe how long it took to get to Waco and thought about having to drop my little step-brother off there so many times. I don't think I would've been able to put up with it, and stand by my childhood decision to always stay home every time for that trip.
It was at this point that my mother tried to kill me.
Somewhere along I-35, there is a sharp series of turns, going through some town that looked like it had a bunch of factories and/or metal refineries. I was passing through this town around 10:30am. The sharp turns were still giving me some trouble because the trailer for the car was slightly wider than the actual uhaul. It took several hours, well into the afternoon, before I was really comfortable with the size of the gargantuan vehicle. So, I was making one of these sharp turns when my cell phone vibrates as hard as it can, startling the living hell out of me. Which would be fine if I were in my car or not in the middle of this turn. As it worked out, I jerked the wheel just enough to start that series of tiny events of bad vehicular juju. I managed to get the beginnings of fish-tailing under control before anything really bad happened, but it was still a moment of oh shit I'm not great at controlling this truck and something bad is happening.
Once on the straightaway (and conspicuously with absolutely no one anywhere near me) I check my cell phone to see who had called. Hi mom...
I was nearly at Dallas before I needed to stop for gas. I checked on the cats, who were both still mildly stoned but incredibly happy to see me. They had spent the time underneath the car seats, but I saw evidence of using the litter box as well, so I was reassured that my car wasn't going to be a complete mess once I arrived. Of course, the food bowls had been knocked over and the water sloshed around, but that was ok. After refueling, I was on my way again. It actually took less money than I had thought to refill the tank, but I chalk that up to not actually emptying the tank before putting gas in again. Around $86-88 every time, actually.
I made it all the way through Dallas before I realized that I had accidentally left the gas cap off.
I'm amazing.
So there I am, about halfway between Dallas and Texarkana, when I suddenly run into a huge number of cops. I saw at least a dozen police cars pulling people over, which was confusing because that had to have meant that more than half of the population of the people that lived in that area were cops. I didn't think it was a big deal though, as the speed limit was 75 along that stretch and the uhaul was physically incapable of going faster than that (which meant that I went approximately 75mph for the entire trip. Just kept it floored whenever I could, really). I got over to the left lane to make sure I wouldn't blow by a cop that had pulled someone over (there's some law against that, right?) and so what little traffic could enter the highway from the rare on-ramps could without problems. I pass a bridge and see a cop on the other side immediately turn around and get onto the highway. Now, I know he's coming for me because I'm the only person for half a mile behind or in front of me, but I couldn't think of what I was doing wrong. I get pulled over and come out of the car. (I use this opportunity, with permission, to put the gas cap back on) I explain what I'm doing, etc etc, and get given a warning for driving in the left lane. Which is... wrong, for whatever reason. Ah well. It's just a warning, so after checking on the cats again, I take off.
I pass through Arkansas. For whatever reason, their roads are a lot better kept than Texas', but they're also weird colors for some reason. Seriously, I drove on black road, brown road, and blue road, and there was no sign that there was a reason for the different colors. I stop for gas for the second time maybe a little more than halfway through Arkansas and discover that the cats are both really hot and actually panting. I buy them a huge bag of ice and just set it next to their litter box in the hope that it would cool down the car, and if not, at least they could lay on it to cool off if it occurs to them. At this point I also buy a bag of Doritos, because I'm hungry and haven't had anything to eat since the day before. I can't even finish the bag; apparently I don't really like Doritos all that much anymore. I was sustained during this trip on two bottles of water, half of a bag of Doritos, and a third of a tin of Altoids.
I remember to put the gas cap back on this time.
By the time I reach Tennessee, night has fallen. Memphis was suitably glittery, but I'm not sure how good their city planners are because the roads were really confusing. Without my GPS, I'm certain I would've become lost in a heartbeat. There wasn't much else to remember from Tennessee, because I couldn't really see all that much at night. Really, I just went with the flow of traffic around me and made a game of passing the semis. Did you know that in other states, there are separate speed limits for commercial trucks and everyone else? I didn't, and it amused me to pass semis so frequently. At this point, I'm no longer repeatedly singing 'Joy to the World' with inventive lyrics to amuse myself, and am listening to stand-up comedy courtesy of my laptop.
I think I stopped for gas sometime in Tennessee, but I honestly can't remember all that well if I did. The only reason I think I did is because I remember thinking that I stopped for gas once in each state I went through. If I did, that's when I removed the bag of ice from the car, mostly melted and soaking my backseat, and found that the cats were doing just fine now.
Kentucky is a blur. It's past midnight now, and all of the other traffic on the road is gone save for the lone semi every other dozen miles. It's a pitch-black cloudy night in the middle of huge (I think) hills and a lot of towering trees (I think). I'm operating on the thirty or so feet that my headlights illuminate. This actually keeps me awake and keyed up, because it seemed like a difficult portion of a video game. I had gotten used to the controls, you see, so it was time for the game to up the difficulty level. I was having fun trying to drive at 75mph when I couldn't see the road ahead of me. I have faith in my reflexes and the knowledge that highways with speed limits of 75mph don't make sudden sharp turns out of nowhere.
About 3am, the battery on my laptop dies just as it attempts to start a George Lopéz stand-up, which I'm thankful for, but I no longer have that as entertainment. Soon thereafter I revert to singing stupid songs to keep myself awake and focused and entertained with much less success than I was having before. I only veer off the road three times in Kentucky, each time warned by the rumble strips on the shoulder.
I hit Cincinnati at dawn. I don't know if it was because of the morning sun or if it was just because it was 5am and the first thing I could actually see outside of the uhaul, but Cincinnati was beautiful. It was a while before I wasn't driving into the sun, but Ohio passed pretty uneventfully for me. After the last time I hit a rumble strip, my body evidentially decided that I was indeed staying awake the whole night and I felt wide-awake again. It was in the midst of some very large hills that I stopped for gas for the last time, checking up on the cats. This time though, I get maybe five miles away before I pull over to the side of the road. I had to check to see whether N was still actually in the car or not, as I hadn't seen him when I closed the door; I thought that maybe he had gotten out of the car when I stopped. As it turns out, he hadn't, so I continued on my way.
All ten miles of West Virginia were beautiful, which turned in Pennsylvania, which was also beautiful. Grass is green, did you know that? I didn't.
Roughly an hour after reaching Pennsylvania, I reached Monroeville and my new apartment complex. It is roughly 10am, and I'm dead tired now. I parked in front of the office and wandered in. I sign every piece of paper they put in front of me because I can't concentrate long enough to actually read the contract and the lease and the whatever else it was. I actually had to have someone show me where my new apartment was because I couldn't understand the directions they gave (which were, in their entirety: circle around this building, take the first right, turn right again, and yours is the first apartment building on the right). I parked my uhaul and immediately brought the cats inside to explore. Wearily, I start unloading the car, then uhaul.
The new apartment was described to me as being on the first floor, which I looked forward to. I haven't lived on the first floor at any of my apartments before now, so I was excited about the prospect of not needing to go up stairs with big furniture. However, I did not count on needing to go down stairs. Technically, my apartment is in the basement of the building, because it was built into a hill. Moreover, I also needed to pull everything up the steps to the building. In short, everything I unpacked, I had to walk up some stairs, unlock a door, walk down stairs, open another door, then through a hallway to my apartment, open another door, then put something down. I didn't rest at any point, just stubbornly brought everything in one at a time. By the time the uhaul was empty, I was moving really slowly when not carrying anything. The only thing I put into its proper place was the bed. Furniture and boxes were strewn randomly in the apartment, pretty much wherever there was room and I needed to put them down.
After I got everything into the apartment... I took a bath. I was sweaty, tired, and felt filthy, but I wasn't anywhere close to done for the day. Soon after, I got back into the uhaul and drove to the uhaul drop-off. The guy there was really friendly and just let me sit and took care of everything, even taking the car off of the trailer. I was exhausted, feeling myself start to drift even as I lay in the back of the uhaul. It was odd to be back in my car again, as my car handles completely differently from what I had just been driving for the last 24.5 hours. I managed to get back to my apartment complex and turned in one of the myriad of move-in forms. I then got directions to the nearest grocery store (the chain here, as it so happens, is called Giant Eagle), which conveniently is next to a Target. I go grocery shopping and visit Target, looking for a lamp. The bedroom of my new apartment has no lights of its own.
Once home again, I start setting things up slowly. By the end of the day, I had gotten about half of the furniture into its final position and maybe two boxes unpacked. It was actually around 9:30pm before I finally got to sleep for the first time in 36 hours.
Going back in time to the day before moving...
My apartment is empty, save for pillows and bedding for the night, and my laptop. Without access to the modern world, there was only so much I could do to kill time for the rest of the evening. I also rediscovered why we have desks and chairs and such, because spending the evening sitting/laying on the floor was really uncomfortable. I had to wait for the sun to set before I could just sleep the night away, since I'm used to being able to turn my apartment dark at will (natural lighting is not all that it is cracked up to be) and the windows no longer had coverings. Despite rolling myself up in my thick blankets, I slept poorly, since there's a reason we invented beds as well. I woke up who-knows how many times through the night, and by morning, my hips were sore and I had a small rash.
Friday morning!
I get up at dawn, woken by the encroaching light and hungry cats. After killing time for an hour and a half, I start packing the few things left in the apartment into the uhaul truck. Surprisingly, this took longer than I expected; either I had more things in my apartment than I thought or packing from the previous day took more out of me than I suspected. I set up my car with all of my blankets and pillows in the front seats and the cat supplies (litter box, food) in the back. It took a good 30 minutes to actually get both cats stoned out of their minds, since, well, cats don't like having pills shoved down their throats. Frankly, it was a little worrying, this sedative. I thought that it would knock them out and they would sleep it off, but instead it just took their balance from them and made them lose control of their inner eyelids. Even with their eyes open, that inner-film covered half of their eyes. On one hand, it was disturbing and not a process I really wanted to repeat, but on the other hand, it made it very easy to handle them. After turning in my various apartment keys to the office, I hopped into the uhaul and begun the trip at roughly 9:15am.
I have no entertainment at this point. Unlike my car, I couldn't hook my ipod up to the uhaul and listen to whatever I liked. I had my laptop up in the front seat for entertainment purposes, but I had reserved that for the night later on. I passed most of the morning remarking on all the landmarks I recognized, to myself of course, because I was still on I-35. After I passed Austin, I started seeing how much I could recognize of the route between Austin and Dallas from the large number of times I had made the trip with my father in elementary school. Quite a bit, as it turns out, but it was just unfamiliar enough that the time passed slowly. I couldn't believe how long it took to get to Waco and thought about having to drop my little step-brother off there so many times. I don't think I would've been able to put up with it, and stand by my childhood decision to always stay home every time for that trip.
It was at this point that my mother tried to kill me.
Somewhere along I-35, there is a sharp series of turns, going through some town that looked like it had a bunch of factories and/or metal refineries. I was passing through this town around 10:30am. The sharp turns were still giving me some trouble because the trailer for the car was slightly wider than the actual uhaul. It took several hours, well into the afternoon, before I was really comfortable with the size of the gargantuan vehicle. So, I was making one of these sharp turns when my cell phone vibrates as hard as it can, startling the living hell out of me. Which would be fine if I were in my car or not in the middle of this turn. As it worked out, I jerked the wheel just enough to start that series of tiny events of bad vehicular juju. I managed to get the beginnings of fish-tailing under control before anything really bad happened, but it was still a moment of oh shit I'm not great at controlling this truck and something bad is happening.
Once on the straightaway (and conspicuously with absolutely no one anywhere near me) I check my cell phone to see who had called. Hi mom...
I was nearly at Dallas before I needed to stop for gas. I checked on the cats, who were both still mildly stoned but incredibly happy to see me. They had spent the time underneath the car seats, but I saw evidence of using the litter box as well, so I was reassured that my car wasn't going to be a complete mess once I arrived. Of course, the food bowls had been knocked over and the water sloshed around, but that was ok. After refueling, I was on my way again. It actually took less money than I had thought to refill the tank, but I chalk that up to not actually emptying the tank before putting gas in again. Around $86-88 every time, actually.
I made it all the way through Dallas before I realized that I had accidentally left the gas cap off.
I'm amazing.
So there I am, about halfway between Dallas and Texarkana, when I suddenly run into a huge number of cops. I saw at least a dozen police cars pulling people over, which was confusing because that had to have meant that more than half of the population of the people that lived in that area were cops. I didn't think it was a big deal though, as the speed limit was 75 along that stretch and the uhaul was physically incapable of going faster than that (which meant that I went approximately 75mph for the entire trip. Just kept it floored whenever I could, really). I got over to the left lane to make sure I wouldn't blow by a cop that had pulled someone over (there's some law against that, right?) and so what little traffic could enter the highway from the rare on-ramps could without problems. I pass a bridge and see a cop on the other side immediately turn around and get onto the highway. Now, I know he's coming for me because I'm the only person for half a mile behind or in front of me, but I couldn't think of what I was doing wrong. I get pulled over and come out of the car. (I use this opportunity, with permission, to put the gas cap back on) I explain what I'm doing, etc etc, and get given a warning for driving in the left lane. Which is... wrong, for whatever reason. Ah well. It's just a warning, so after checking on the cats again, I take off.
I pass through Arkansas. For whatever reason, their roads are a lot better kept than Texas', but they're also weird colors for some reason. Seriously, I drove on black road, brown road, and blue road, and there was no sign that there was a reason for the different colors. I stop for gas for the second time maybe a little more than halfway through Arkansas and discover that the cats are both really hot and actually panting. I buy them a huge bag of ice and just set it next to their litter box in the hope that it would cool down the car, and if not, at least they could lay on it to cool off if it occurs to them. At this point I also buy a bag of Doritos, because I'm hungry and haven't had anything to eat since the day before. I can't even finish the bag; apparently I don't really like Doritos all that much anymore. I was sustained during this trip on two bottles of water, half of a bag of Doritos, and a third of a tin of Altoids.
I remember to put the gas cap back on this time.
By the time I reach Tennessee, night has fallen. Memphis was suitably glittery, but I'm not sure how good their city planners are because the roads were really confusing. Without my GPS, I'm certain I would've become lost in a heartbeat. There wasn't much else to remember from Tennessee, because I couldn't really see all that much at night. Really, I just went with the flow of traffic around me and made a game of passing the semis. Did you know that in other states, there are separate speed limits for commercial trucks and everyone else? I didn't, and it amused me to pass semis so frequently. At this point, I'm no longer repeatedly singing 'Joy to the World' with inventive lyrics to amuse myself, and am listening to stand-up comedy courtesy of my laptop.
I think I stopped for gas sometime in Tennessee, but I honestly can't remember all that well if I did. The only reason I think I did is because I remember thinking that I stopped for gas once in each state I went through. If I did, that's when I removed the bag of ice from the car, mostly melted and soaking my backseat, and found that the cats were doing just fine now.
Kentucky is a blur. It's past midnight now, and all of the other traffic on the road is gone save for the lone semi every other dozen miles. It's a pitch-black cloudy night in the middle of huge (I think) hills and a lot of towering trees (I think). I'm operating on the thirty or so feet that my headlights illuminate. This actually keeps me awake and keyed up, because it seemed like a difficult portion of a video game. I had gotten used to the controls, you see, so it was time for the game to up the difficulty level. I was having fun trying to drive at 75mph when I couldn't see the road ahead of me. I have faith in my reflexes and the knowledge that highways with speed limits of 75mph don't make sudden sharp turns out of nowhere.
About 3am, the battery on my laptop dies just as it attempts to start a George Lopéz stand-up, which I'm thankful for, but I no longer have that as entertainment. Soon thereafter I revert to singing stupid songs to keep myself awake and focused and entertained with much less success than I was having before. I only veer off the road three times in Kentucky, each time warned by the rumble strips on the shoulder.
I hit Cincinnati at dawn. I don't know if it was because of the morning sun or if it was just because it was 5am and the first thing I could actually see outside of the uhaul, but Cincinnati was beautiful. It was a while before I wasn't driving into the sun, but Ohio passed pretty uneventfully for me. After the last time I hit a rumble strip, my body evidentially decided that I was indeed staying awake the whole night and I felt wide-awake again. It was in the midst of some very large hills that I stopped for gas for the last time, checking up on the cats. This time though, I get maybe five miles away before I pull over to the side of the road. I had to check to see whether N was still actually in the car or not, as I hadn't seen him when I closed the door; I thought that maybe he had gotten out of the car when I stopped. As it turns out, he hadn't, so I continued on my way.
All ten miles of West Virginia were beautiful, which turned in Pennsylvania, which was also beautiful. Grass is green, did you know that? I didn't.
Roughly an hour after reaching Pennsylvania, I reached Monroeville and my new apartment complex. It is roughly 10am, and I'm dead tired now. I parked in front of the office and wandered in. I sign every piece of paper they put in front of me because I can't concentrate long enough to actually read the contract and the lease and the whatever else it was. I actually had to have someone show me where my new apartment was because I couldn't understand the directions they gave (which were, in their entirety: circle around this building, take the first right, turn right again, and yours is the first apartment building on the right). I parked my uhaul and immediately brought the cats inside to explore. Wearily, I start unloading the car, then uhaul.
The new apartment was described to me as being on the first floor, which I looked forward to. I haven't lived on the first floor at any of my apartments before now, so I was excited about the prospect of not needing to go up stairs with big furniture. However, I did not count on needing to go down stairs. Technically, my apartment is in the basement of the building, because it was built into a hill. Moreover, I also needed to pull everything up the steps to the building. In short, everything I unpacked, I had to walk up some stairs, unlock a door, walk down stairs, open another door, then through a hallway to my apartment, open another door, then put something down. I didn't rest at any point, just stubbornly brought everything in one at a time. By the time the uhaul was empty, I was moving really slowly when not carrying anything. The only thing I put into its proper place was the bed. Furniture and boxes were strewn randomly in the apartment, pretty much wherever there was room and I needed to put them down.
After I got everything into the apartment... I took a bath. I was sweaty, tired, and felt filthy, but I wasn't anywhere close to done for the day. Soon after, I got back into the uhaul and drove to the uhaul drop-off. The guy there was really friendly and just let me sit and took care of everything, even taking the car off of the trailer. I was exhausted, feeling myself start to drift even as I lay in the back of the uhaul. It was odd to be back in my car again, as my car handles completely differently from what I had just been driving for the last 24.5 hours. I managed to get back to my apartment complex and turned in one of the myriad of move-in forms. I then got directions to the nearest grocery store (the chain here, as it so happens, is called Giant Eagle), which conveniently is next to a Target. I go grocery shopping and visit Target, looking for a lamp. The bedroom of my new apartment has no lights of its own.
Once home again, I start setting things up slowly. By the end of the day, I had gotten about half of the furniture into its final position and maybe two boxes unpacked. It was actually around 9:30pm before I finally got to sleep for the first time in 36 hours.
AUGH
Posted 13 years agoHoly freaking hell.
Well, I have temporary access to the internet again, from which I have been parted since Thursday. I have successfully moved into my new apartment, and there will be another journal with pictures and everything! Soon, I'll have my own damn internet instead of the local library's, and all will be well with the world.
Oh yeah! And I'll be wandering around at Anthrocon in a few days, seeing as I now live a grand total of 10 miles away from the place. :3
Well, I have temporary access to the internet again, from which I have been parted since Thursday. I have successfully moved into my new apartment, and there will be another journal with pictures and everything! Soon, I'll have my own damn internet instead of the local library's, and all will be well with the world.
Oh yeah! And I'll be wandering around at Anthrocon in a few days, seeing as I now live a grand total of 10 miles away from the place. :3
Negativity
Posted 13 years agoWhy is it that being intelligent, being intellectual, or simply avoiding stupidity comes across as being negative?
Better yet, why is it that acting stupid is applauded?
Is tolerating stupidity just a part of dealing with other people? Did I miss a class when I was young where they taught us all that stupidity isn't a thing to be avoided? I clearly don't understand this. I apparently drive people away this way. People think I'm an asshole. People think I'm negative. I'm not, I swear I'm not. Still, people keep dropping out of my life for reasons that are a complete mystery to me.
I crave conversation. I don't need a shoulder to lean on, I don't need someone to listen to me, I don't need someone to talk to, I don't need to listen to someone. I need conversation. Discourse, an exchange of ideas, back and forth. It doesn't need to be about anything specific. Fuck, it doesn't even have to be about anything important, or even interesting. I need something, anything. Of late, I've had none of this.
For those of you who don't already know, I've been going to therapy for various reasons for a while. During my last session, I was told that it'd probably be a good idea if I went back on anti-depressants. Life hasn't been treating me very well lately, and I've been on a self-destructive streak for a while, including harming myself and doing things that are out of character for me and potentially harmful. More importantly, I've also been taking it out on the people around me. I know I get moody, and I doubly know that I'm pretty bad at dealing with that. I don't want to push people away, so I'm going to do my best to stay as positive as I can without acting like a complete moron.
Please, please, please tell me if I've made you upset or angry with me and why/how, especially from here on out. I can't learn from my mistakes if I don't know what they are.
If you would like, I have a couple of ways to chat with me outside of IRC. I would like it very much if some people would chose to come talk with me. Ask, and thou shalt receive.
Better yet, why is it that acting stupid is applauded?
Is tolerating stupidity just a part of dealing with other people? Did I miss a class when I was young where they taught us all that stupidity isn't a thing to be avoided? I clearly don't understand this. I apparently drive people away this way. People think I'm an asshole. People think I'm negative. I'm not, I swear I'm not. Still, people keep dropping out of my life for reasons that are a complete mystery to me.
I crave conversation. I don't need a shoulder to lean on, I don't need someone to listen to me, I don't need someone to talk to, I don't need to listen to someone. I need conversation. Discourse, an exchange of ideas, back and forth. It doesn't need to be about anything specific. Fuck, it doesn't even have to be about anything important, or even interesting. I need something, anything. Of late, I've had none of this.
For those of you who don't already know, I've been going to therapy for various reasons for a while. During my last session, I was told that it'd probably be a good idea if I went back on anti-depressants. Life hasn't been treating me very well lately, and I've been on a self-destructive streak for a while, including harming myself and doing things that are out of character for me and potentially harmful. More importantly, I've also been taking it out on the people around me. I know I get moody, and I doubly know that I'm pretty bad at dealing with that. I don't want to push people away, so I'm going to do my best to stay as positive as I can without acting like a complete moron.
Please, please, please tell me if I've made you upset or angry with me and why/how, especially from here on out. I can't learn from my mistakes if I don't know what they are.
If you would like, I have a couple of ways to chat with me outside of IRC. I would like it very much if some people would chose to come talk with me. Ask, and thou shalt receive.
