Hmmm.... where to begin? Here's some life updates.
* Moving into the new house by monday, internet is finally up there, house is mine. Yays.
* Loan went through, everythings fine with school.
* I'm now an assistant webmistress with FantasySquare.com, writing the Xenogears section.
* I voted for Bush, he won I am happy.
* I got a raise and my vaction hours at work, on top of it, I'm going on vacation in Montreal this weekend.
* Been playing through Final Fantasy 6, realising why I like dhte game so much...
...Do I get as defensive as I think I do with JRR Tolkien's works?
Over the Dorktower list, I exploded after seeing the comment "LotR has only been a part of our culture for a few years."
Okay, yes, just lay it in me, I'm a sad little Geekette, especially when I knew that the Hobbit, the series prolouge was written Sixty Seven years ago. That Tolkien was a humorous man, who's very nature in conversation was much like the older Bilbo we came to know in the Fellowship of the ring. A man who's cheerful face was reminecent of that grandfather we all had, a pipe always in his mouth, that scarf that stated he was your standard professor of English.
The fact that the trilogy we know and love was based around the usage of the Quenya language. And soley for showing off the elven and dwarven languages he had created while sitting in trenches during World War 1.
I admire the man, his creative vision which even lived on through his son, Christopher, who proceeded to collect all of his father's journals and publish them for the joy of fans.
I apologise to the person I exploded at, I read afterwards that you meant the movies have been a part of our culture... but you see, you're wrong there as well. There were animation of the Hobbit, the Return of the King, and a seperately done work for the Fellowship of the Ring and the Two Towers, they were done a long time ago. To compare the series to Star Wars in terms of length of life in our culture is just to discard everything about Tolkien. Culture, my friend, does not exist only in the formats of VHS and DVD, pick up a book, read, please.
Following the Trend from LouisZepher's journal...
() Go out with me?
() Give me your number?
() Have sex with me?
() Let me kiss you?
() Watch a movie with me...even a really sappy one?
() Let me take you out to dinner?
() Drive me somewhere/anywhere?
() Take a shower with me?
() Be my girlfriend/boyfriend?
() Have a fling with me?
() Listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?
() Buy me a drink if i didnt have money?
() Take me home for the night?
() Would you let me sleep in your bed?
() Sing car karaoke with me?
() Sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?
() Re-post this for me to answer your questions?
() Let me give you a piggyback ride?
() Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere?
I think this song about sums up my feelings...
Standing Up for Nothing
by Caedmon's Call
I can't stop staring at myself
My face reflected in this empty plate
I can't decide if it's the devil
Or if it's just something I ate
'Cause he's been down there all morning
He's patiently waiting at my gate
He's throwing rocks at my window
"Hey won't you come on out and play with me"
And everyday when I get up
I see folks trading in their crowns
For all the paper of plastic lives
An opiate for the masses' hounds
And pride like a vestige of lives lost
The stench of the old folks coming around
Now with the news I heard today
I can't tell if this world is lost or found
You go, I'll be waiting here
And I'm awake, no I cannot sleep
So I'll sit upon this rock is you
I ain't standing up for nothing
I've never seen my congressman
But I can't deny that he exists
'Cause I've seen his legislation pass
I've seen his name on the ballot list
Same I can't deny this fallen world
Though not my home it's where I live
How can I preserve and light the way
For a world that I can't admit I'm in
'Cause I know who you say you are
But these crows can't be made to stop
So I'll sit denying by this fire
I ain't standing up for nothing
Lack of interest leads to
Lack of knowledge leads to
Lack of perspective leads to
Lack of communication leads to
Lack of understanding leads to
Lack of concern leads to
This complacency denotes
This approval denies
But I can't stop staring at myself
It's my face reflected in this empty plate
And I know that it's the devil
So you lead, I'll be close behind
So you speak, I'll hang on your words
You gotta lift me from this hardened tree
'Cause I ain't standing up for nothing
Hmmm... who am I?
It's a question that comes up often in my life. When I started this journal, I knew who I was, sorta. I had a regular routine in my life, that changed due to changing scenery. 2 Years ago today I moved to PA, and started a long string of jobs that would make my resume a nightmare to read. What did I gain from it? A little bit of everything. Call me the Red Mage of Mall Workers, cuz well, I am. I weave my magic in many styles, but not perfectly in any way.
I'm jealous of many of my friends for that fact, and oddly, they seem to feel similar to me for my skills. First off, never have I been a decent programmer. I know how to make something look good, to my taste, I can plan, I can organise, can I pull off the real grunt work? No.
Many of my friends write coding like I write poetry, easy peasy. Me, it's like staring at a page of Latin. I have no friggin clue what the heck is going on. I have minor skill in HTML, that's all. What was the quiz name for me... right, Geek Liason. I'm good at telling Geek A what Customer B wants done with his/her website. Same as I'm good at telling my co-worker that doesn't speak bussiness why a manager dislikes them doing disgusting things at work. It's like this:
Boss: "Will you stop doing that! It's against health codes."
Coworker: "Why is it...?"
Me: *slaps him upside the head* "Just do it or he'll write you up."
Coworker: "Oh! Makes sense!"
Client: "Can you ask him if he can work this sunday?"
Me: "Scotty! We need more power damnit!"
Geek: "I just can't do it captain, the megathrusters! They're goin over the charts! I need more dithilium crystals!!!"
Me: "He wants to know if he gets overtime."
So anyways, I've identified my main skill in life. It's being able to tell one person what another is saying or feeling (this is of course, assuming both parties are actually coming out and talking to me.)
Who am I? I'm a Vagabond, I'm always moving about. But every Vagabond is really just looking for a good place to stay... I hope where I am is a good place...
Okay, once again I find myself too busy to sit down for five minutes and rant to you people about my fantastic lifestyle. ARGHABLE!
Ever get that urge to WANT to settle down and have kids? That's been my thing for over a year now. Recently, my friend handed down his dice bag to his son, I thought thta was very touching, very wonderful... I mean, at first I was like... classic geek moment. "YOU'RE GIVING HIM YOUR DICE BAG??? THOSE ARE YOUR DICE!!!"
But then... I thought about it a good long time. It's like... handing over the family fortune, or in the dark ages, it's like handing down the family sword. Giving the dice that served you well for 30 years to your child... it's like passing on your spirit to them. I want to be able to do that one day. I want to raise my kids in a way they'll appreciate everything I was scorned for. Where "Geekery" turns into "Coolness".
Who knows, maybe one day I'll have a son or daughter to hand it down too. I think that would be awesome.
For now... I'm just gonna crack open a PHB and work on a character for a possible game tonight.