Excuse me for a moment while I wax pedantic.
Why is it that people think it's a compliment to say someone looks beautiful? "Congratulations, you won the genetic lottery/got your money's worth from the plastic surgeon!" Don't get me wrong, my head turns for a pretty face, too - I'm a hypocrite here, I admit it - but physical appearance is about the least important part of anyone. It tells you almost nothing about the person themselves.
Face it, we've all known some pretty people who turned out to be damn ugly, not that many of us are willing to give it a shot with someone we're not into physically. Nothing wrong with that, either - you can't make yourself do that.
I'll notice someone who's pretty, sure, but I don't get attracted to someone until I know them a little. It means I don't even get tempted to ask anyone out very often (well, to be honest, the geekishness tends to hurt there, too), but at the same time, I flirt weirdly anyway. There's a girl I have my eye on here, and I don't even know how to approach her.
I ramble sometimes.
Regardless, isn't it better to say that someone's inspiring? Relaxing to talk to? Insightful? Can make a mean Denver omelette? Or, at the very least, isn't it better to be with someone who is beautiful, instead of just looking it?
Why is it that people think it's a compliment to say someone looks beautiful? "Congratulations, you won the genetic lottery/got your money's worth from the plastic surgeon!" Don't get me wrong, my head turns for a pretty face, too - I'm a hypocrite here, I admit it - but physical appearance is about the least important part of anyone. It tells you almost nothing about the person themselves.
Face it, we've all known some pretty people who turned out to be damn ugly, not that many of us are willing to give it a shot with someone we're not into physically. Nothing wrong with that, either - you can't make yourself do that.
I'll notice someone who's pretty, sure, but I don't get attracted to someone until I know them a little. It means I don't even get tempted to ask anyone out very often (well, to be honest, the geekishness tends to hurt there, too), but at the same time, I flirt weirdly anyway. There's a girl I have my eye on here, and I don't even know how to approach her.
I ramble sometimes.
Regardless, isn't it better to say that someone's inspiring? Relaxing to talk to? Insightful? Can make a mean Denver omelette? Or, at the very least, isn't it better to be with someone who is beautiful, instead of just looking it?
Wow. Twice in one day.
So.
My sister, who's a good little missionary, has found out that I'm certified now and toying with the idea of moving to New Orleans. She's asked Mom if I think she'd mind if she moved in with me if I do go.
Mind, I love my sister, and think she's a good person. I do. No. Really. Stop that, I'm not kidding.
OTOH, she's also barely comfortable with the notion that I dated a pre-op trannie, and even then, she asked all the questions about our relationship except whether we'd fucked. Not that it'd be any of her business if we had, but if my sister and I live together... well, it's fucking New Orleans, and I'm into the occasional guy, too. I don't think that my sister'd pick a fight with me over it - she's long since realized that having an SO brings out the best in me - but neither do I think she'd be comfortable with the idea of those thumping noises in the next room, guy or girl.
OTOH, she does have her head together more than I do. She can budget. She can organize. She can plan shit out more than a couple hours in advance.
Hell, she might even insist that I get laid.
(Shut up, RG.)
So.
My sister, who's a good little missionary, has found out that I'm certified now and toying with the idea of moving to New Orleans. She's asked Mom if I think she'd mind if she moved in with me if I do go.
Mind, I love my sister, and think she's a good person. I do. No. Really. Stop that, I'm not kidding.
OTOH, she's also barely comfortable with the notion that I dated a pre-op trannie, and even then, she asked all the questions about our relationship except whether we'd fucked. Not that it'd be any of her business if we had, but if my sister and I live together... well, it's fucking New Orleans, and I'm into the occasional guy, too. I don't think that my sister'd pick a fight with me over it - she's long since realized that having an SO brings out the best in me - but neither do I think she'd be comfortable with the idea of those thumping noises in the next room, guy or girl.
OTOH, she does have her head together more than I do. She can budget. She can organize. She can plan shit out more than a couple hours in advance.
Hell, she might even insist that I get laid.
(Shut up, RG.)
Anyone in the DFW area who's willing to do free voice work for a machinima flick, drop me a line?
Some days, you feel like taking a torch to your room, y'know? Too much shit you never use, and you don't really feel like lugging it all to the curb. Eh. My fault for being so shallowly materialistic, even if I'm only doing that shallowly, too.
Will someone please put down Paris Hilton for the good of humanity? Even though I enjoy teasing my sister about it (they were born hours apart), Paris isn't pretty, she isn't funny, she isn't interesting, and if she so much as shows her bony ass in public, I hear about it for days.
Some days, you feel like taking a torch to your room, y'know? Too much shit you never use, and you don't really feel like lugging it all to the curb. Eh. My fault for being so shallowly materialistic, even if I'm only doing that shallowly, too.
Will someone please put down Paris Hilton for the good of humanity? Even though I enjoy teasing my sister about it (they were born hours apart), Paris isn't pretty, she isn't funny, she isn't interesting, and if she so much as shows her bony ass in public, I hear about it for days.
Got my certification results back. Somehow, I passed. Of course, it'll be ANOTHER fucking month before I get the cert in the mail so I can use it at a job.
Back from Gencon. Mild awkward moments, but overall, pretty good. May have an industry job coming soon. Wish I could say more, but since the guys I talked to couldn't tell me any such things themselves... well, at least it'll involve computers, if it happens. Wish me luck.
Shaved my head today. It's all smooth and stuff now.
Shaved my head today. It's all smooth and stuff now.
In about 36 hours, I drive off for Gencon. I have not started packing. I have little cash. I have no idea what I'm doing any given day. I quietly dread the possibility of my ex-bosses trying to con me back into being their stooge, if only because I don't much like having to tell them no again.
OTOH, all the time in the world belongs to me once more. I can go up to complete-ish strangers, and chat with them about upcoming products, without worry of intellectual property rights. I can pull aside some acquaintances, and finally ask them if I've figured out their plots, as opposed to them telling me outright. The mystery is back.
I had a dream. I was leading a band of warriors in combat against another; we had on all the silly LARP padded armor and shit, but the weapons were real. I slaughtered every person who dared oppose me, and in the end, I slew the witch who'd set both sides of the fight up. To do so, I had to kill her bodyguard, whom I defeated by catching his sword in my left hand, even though it cost me all five little piggies. And stuff.
I am amazed I had such a mundane dream, but still... I will enjoy Gencon. I have foreseen it!
And now, I will geek out elsewhere. Toodles!
OTOH, all the time in the world belongs to me once more. I can go up to complete-ish strangers, and chat with them about upcoming products, without worry of intellectual property rights. I can pull aside some acquaintances, and finally ask them if I've figured out their plots, as opposed to them telling me outright. The mystery is back.
I had a dream. I was leading a band of warriors in combat against another; we had on all the silly LARP padded armor and shit, but the weapons were real. I slaughtered every person who dared oppose me, and in the end, I slew the witch who'd set both sides of the fight up. To do so, I had to kill her bodyguard, whom I defeated by catching his sword in my left hand, even though it cost me all five little piggies. And stuff.
I am amazed I had such a mundane dream, but still... I will enjoy Gencon. I have foreseen it!
And now, I will geek out elsewhere. Toodles!
And just like that, a nine-month long labor of love goes down the tubes. Plenty of people claimed they wanted to help, but one person aside, this meant that they would give half-assed advice on the few occasions I'd get them to talk at all. There's something terribly painful about losing out on something like this again in two months' time, to what amounts to the same reason as I had to quit my dream job: people just couldn't be bothered to do anything, even if it helped them out, too.
No idea where to go from here anymore. I'm almost positive now that I've failed the exam, and that even if I do pass, pharmacy tech's going to be a job that'll suck my soul away. I don't know that I have the energy to start over on something like this. I've got until Monday to figure something out before the aforementioned one person jumps ship, not that I blame her - this shit's been no fun for a long time now. I just don't know that I can give up on something like this again, so soon after I kissed off my RPG writing career.
No idea where to go from here anymore. I'm almost positive now that I've failed the exam, and that even if I do pass, pharmacy tech's going to be a job that'll suck my soul away. I don't know that I have the energy to start over on something like this. I've got until Monday to figure something out before the aforementioned one person jumps ship, not that I blame her - this shit's been no fun for a long time now. I just don't know that I can give up on something like this again, so soon after I kissed off my RPG writing career.
So.
Did the certification exam Saturday. No idea how well I did, but a goodly portion of the stuff I'd been told would definitely be on it, was not. So much for $3K and hours of studying. No idea if I passed. Nice, long chain of events suddenly snagged by that, since the next exam is in fucking November. For added fun, I don't find out how I did until August.
Scrounging up money for Gencon. Trying to keep my head together until then. About ready to say fuck it to a bunch of people who blow me off whenever I try to do something, but the second they have a problem with something, I hear about it.
Here's hoping all the bullshit'll be behind me come August 22.
Did the certification exam Saturday. No idea how well I did, but a goodly portion of the stuff I'd been told would definitely be on it, was not. So much for $3K and hours of studying. No idea if I passed. Nice, long chain of events suddenly snagged by that, since the next exam is in fucking November. For added fun, I don't find out how I did until August.
Scrounging up money for Gencon. Trying to keep my head together until then. About ready to say fuck it to a bunch of people who blow me off whenever I try to do something, but the second they have a problem with something, I hear about it.
Here's hoping all the bullshit'll be behind me come August 22.
Ever have one of those days where you just can't feel for anything? The internship's going well, I'm liking the work and the people, I'm almost done... and yet... I just couldn't bother to go today. It's not counting against me (they've told me to show up when I can, and I do the work hardcore when I'm there, to the point where the manager's commented on me vastly improving efficiency), but still.
Gah.
Gah.
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