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Here’s a thing that I point out like every single time I watch ponyshow and is really so stupid and says a lot about my level of obsession. But eh, I’m going to get it out anyway.

Why can’t they keep their background ponies straight?

In the most recent episode, you had Lyra and Colgate as bridesmaids for the evil clone of Princess Cadance.
Why?
Lyra and Colgate live in Ponyville. Like, full time. Why would they be involved with Cadance in any way? Why would they be chosen for that? I asked these questions because they bother me in the stupidest way possible.

This really happens all the time. They have background ponies they just throw into shots, in locations that aren’t Ponyville, and I just have to wonder why the hell they’re there. It just doesn’t make any sense for all of Ponyville to follow the Mane 6 about on their adventures. Berry Punch, Golden Harvest… why does Pinkie Pie imagine them as floozies specifically in her little story in MMMMystery on the Friendship Express? I just want to know why!

I guess it’s me being too english-major-y and whatnot to expect their to be reasons behind this. But it just seems like it’s incredibly easy to make a “new pony.” You just pick some colors and draw a random cutie mark. We’ve seen cutie marks so ridiculous that you could really draw about anything, and then it’s a new nameless background pony. Why not do that when the cast is in Canterlot, and leave the Ponyville background regulars to Ponyville, you know?

It takes me out of the show. About cartoon ponies learning lessons about friendship. So, you know. Fix that, Hasbro.

(I am so lame.)

Last night, I cooked a thing. Well, okay, we had a fancy dinner time meal double date thingy with Jonathan and Shauna, and we cooked steaks and stuff. It was neat! I wanted some potatoes to go with my meal, and I had all these mashed potatoes left over from making potato skins and I’m like “what kind of crazy thing can I make?” And I ended up making these Potato Knishes, and they were really nice! It was totally cool to make them!

I’ve been doing all kinds of stupid cooking experiments like that. Well, CJ and I, of course. We made Shrimp Skewers, and I made a whole rack of dry rub ribs with a rub I put together myself, and we did all sorts of cooking things that I never would have really seriously attempted before. I mean, sure, I still do things like stick pizza rolls in the oven and cram them in my mouth for dinner on occasion, but seriously, I am doing so much more cooking now. What’s more, I find that I’m planning my day around it. I find myself looking at an empty day and going “it’s time for a food adventure!” because that’s a good use of my free time.

I only mention all this because this just feels like a really crazy change for me. The concept of cooking was always appealing to me, in the same way that I always felt like drinking wine would be nice in concept, even though I really rather hate wine and all the alcohols. I just never really expected myself to cook other than, you know, quick stuff. The bare minimum. Things from boxes and whatnot.

Yet here I am. I do this stuff a couple times a week now, it seems. At least every once and awhile. I just wonder what changed. Is it just that I have someone to cook for now? I mean, that’s kind of a nice thing. He also really keep telling me how good a cook I am (lies) which is a nice ego boost and makes me feel like I can try more complex things. Is that all it is? Or am I just getting old, and that’s what old women do: cook a thing.

I don’t know. But I kind of like it. I also like that I feel no pressure if I want to just go “fuck it, pizza” as well. It’s a no pressure thing. It’s a hobby. I can get used to this.

Sorry about the lack of posts with a lot of specific meat on them lately. I’ve been all over the place mentally and physically, as I said yesterday. Still, content! Rolling right along with the content.

Tonight, CJ and I went to O’Charley’s. This restaurant has been in Cape like forever. I think I went once and got a burger and was like “eh” and then I never went back? But we went a tried it.
Man, I felt like a fool.
We had a great fucking meal! Well, at least I did. CJ said his fish was pretty solid, but I had this “New York Pizza Pasta”? It was like a really fantastic pasta with a spicy red sauce, lots of peppers, and Italian sausage and pepperoni. It was AMAZING. A really fantastic meal! We had an appetizer of these chips dipped in queso that was pretty great too! I was really impressed. Why was I not going to this place? I do not know. I mean, you know, it’s a chain restaurant, but we got food that was pretty well better than, say, Applebee’s, at Applebee’s prices. I can get behind that.

I guess Kickstarter continues to be a thing? I just backed a third one, for a lot of money. (I got on the bandwagon and got one of those Pebble watches. I always wanted something like that because I am a lame nerd. So.) It’s just weird to me how all of the sudden Kickstarter is just… a thing. It’s what you do. It’s also something I’m 100% comfortable with, although at this point I have kind of spent a bunch of money on it and seen no return on my investment. But recently I learned that the lovely Cards Against Humanity was a Kickstarter thing? So clearly this is generally for the forces of good, right? Probably? I dunno. I need to stop kicking money at things… well, until something cool comes along, I guess. Then I’ll do it again. And again. I guess. You know. Giving up cash for vague promises of future products! Awwwwwwwww yeh.

Have I said this before? I’m going to say it again. You know, when you’re online in a chat, or writing a story, or something like that, it’s so easy to describe positions being comfortable. “Sure, yeah,” you say, “two normal people could snuggle up together like that, and it wouldn’t be awkward or uncomfortable at all.” And then you try to bring some of that stuff into reality, trying to lay on a couch or in bed watching a thing all snuggled, or even curled up and leaning against someone else on a couch, and suddenly even the stupidest simple position is like fucking impossible to get comfortable in. I blame the extra arm. There’s always an extra arm that, if it wasn’t there, the position would be comfortable! But instead, someone has their arm pinned somewhere awkward. It sucks. Being close shouldn’t be so hard! No fair, reality.

Later!

Hi. Here’s a boring post.

Today I almost drove off the road driving back from Sikeston. Like, seriously moments away from running my car straight off the highway into a ditch. Already I was exhausted today. I was kind of spacy in my classes. But driving home, I was just so tired, I was nodding off.

This isn’t an uncommon occurrence.

I figured up how much I work on a daily basis now. If I’m being conservative, on a normal Tuesday like today when I have ad set in the evening, I work… 12 hours? Not conservative, probably more like 14. Many of them are late at night, and the hours the next day start in the morning, where I get up around 5:30 to get shit done. I have more time off MWF, but often that’s when I need to do chores around the house, run errands, drive to St. Louis for an appointment, and so on. I take time off on weekends, and be lazy as fuck, but that just means I have more to do come Monday, in a shorter period of time.

I don’t know, I feel like I’m trapped in this thing, and I am just kind of tired. Even with time off, I feel like I just break even, and soon enough I get burned down again. It’s enough to make me want to return to caffeine.

The solution is to dump Kohl’s, but it’s a solution I can’t take. I need the insurance, as shitty as it is, and I need to have a summer job or I’m going to go broke. I hope after this summer, I can dump it, but then I’m just going to be worrying about next summer… I’m not sure if it’s all going to work out. I mean, hopefully Brer is here by then, and then I have more roommates, thus less expenses, and that will be nice. Or maybe I’ll have a full time job before it’s an issue again, and I won’t have to worry about it! I can dream, right?

Seriously, though. I’m fucking tired. I’m going to try not to be cranky but it’s hard! It’s hard.

OH SHIT ALMOST OUT OF TIME DUMP ALL THE LINKS!

I’m currently watching this Let’s Play. It’s pretty good so far! Not particularly funny, commentary-wise, but really interesting, just because… you know… why does this game exist? I have no idea.

This website is still just kind of magical. I know it’s old. I just found it. Shut up.

Here are some interesting neighbor facts.

Why is the guy in charge of making Orangina commercials such an incredible furry? I have no idea. It’s kind of crazy. But awesome.

Sellers on Amazon are super smart.

Why didn’t I know about this song before now? I mean, goodness.

Well, that’s it. I’m heading to bed. So there.

I feel like I’m always writing about moments nowadays when I talk about this sort of stupid stuff. It’s never shitty days, or weeks, or years. It’s just one moment where all of the sudden I’m shaken. I doubt like I used to. A moment where I want to fall apart. Sometimes I do. Often I don’t, because I can’t afford to.

It’s nice to be able to fall apart, though. I’ve been doing it in front of CJ lately. A thing leads to another in my head and then I’m back to my old self, my depressed self, who basically can’t accept that nice things are happening to her. It’s stupid. It’s frustrating. It makes me cry and hide and generally want to smack myself. But he listens and has understood, which just… it’s nice. I mean, I’ve fallen apart in front of Brer before. He’s had stupid phone calls aplenty. He’s seen me fucked up too. But in person, it’s just… I’m way more vulnerable. I can’t hide. I can’t get out of the situation. Online, I can just step away. Even on the phone, I can just hang up. But there I am, a stupid fool, and I can’t get away… and it’s okay. He’s still there. I always worry that if anyone knows about my little episodes, they won’t want to be around me anymore. They won’t want to be here. I’ll stop being a positive influence. But it doesn’t work like that. I let it out, and I can move on. Bottling it up is bad shit… I’m glad I don’t have to.

Still, those are big moments. Those are big deals. The little stuff is just as upsetting, perhaps, but I have to just move on from it and keep going.
An example: Mike, a man I worked with long ago, stopped by Kohl’s. He greets me by my old name. I panic. There’s just this wave of remembering. It’s a link back to how things used to be. It shook me.
I recovered real fast. I told him my name was Alexis now, and asked him how he was doing, and then got back to work. But just these stupid moments. Stupid moments.

I’m fine. I’m great. It’s just unfortunate when I stumble. It bothers me to some extent. It shouldn’t be like that.
But oh well. I’ll get the worries out, on this blog or with those I trust or whatnot, and move on. Things will keep being cool. Cool? Cool.

I have puppy dorg. He lay down. Cute dorg.
Here’s what puppy dorg say: “I found lots of eggs. With peanut butter. I’m the best dog. Not like those other dorgs. Other dorgs dumb. I best dorg. How dumb can other dorgs be? They walk right by the eggs. I’m the best dorg.”
CJ: ” I think you should no longer post that. Writing from the first person perspective of your dog is a bad idea. The worst idea.”
Okay, I won’t post it then, no worries.

Oh, right, it’s Easter. We went over and had a pretty good dinner and stuff and it was all very nice! My mother, being my mother, decided that she had to have an Easter Egg Hunt for the dogs, I guess because she doesn’t have any grandkids yet or something. She got a bunch of plastic eggs, and lined the insides with peanut butter, and had my dad hide them outside before letting the dogs loose on the whole thing. The dogs, in general, did not do a very good job finding the eggs! Molly figured it out quick, because Mom always does stuff like this for her, and Q got one or two, but Skillet and Flapjack were, for the most part, clueless on how the game worked. They just ran around, happy we were all outside with them. I guess they had fun though, so, success?

This week is a week of evaluation. There’s a big audit of the stupid-as-shit new work process at Kohl’s this Monday, and my boss, who I haven’t met in person yet, is coming to visit the satellite campus this Tuesday, and will probably be sitting in on my class, at least for a little bit. PRESSURE?! I dunno. I’m not really that nervous, though I do need to do some extra prep for Tuesday. I’m sure I will be when my boss walks into my class Tuesday. Lots of pressure then. I do a great job. I’m not worried about that. But I just, you know, want to make a good impression. I suppose I should probably dress up that day too, now that I think about it.
This sort of stuff is just part of the job, but I dunno. You go it alone teaching for so long, it’s weird to suddenly have someone looking over your shoulder, even if just for a class, or part of a class. It feels like a lack of trust. In reality, that’s not really it. It’s kind of the opposite: once a semester you get checked on. That’s a lot of trust, especially in me, who hasn’t done this for them before. You know?

I just realized that Ty’s should be open for the summer season now. OH SHIT. Gotta get me some snowcones! I always forget, and it always frustrates me, because it’s so good, you know? I should be hitting them up so often! But normally I forget until like a week before they close and never get to enjoy it. NOT THIS YEAR. Not this year. I swear it.

Anyway, something interesting tomorrow, maybe. Happy Bunny Day!

I am getting SO MUCH WORK DONE TODAY! No time to write something creative! Here’s some links! Gotta work work work!

Average Woona Adventures were pretty fun!

I’LL DESTROY HER!

Are we 100% sure why Spike is The Chort?

Get me pictures of that Spiderman!

Have you tried Really Advanced Search? Or this new Google Maps?

Let’s go bowling.

Robots: Sexy.

Apples!

And finally, buying this is always the solution.

See you tomorrow!

I am all super exhausted by today’s ADVENTURES which totally occurred. So I think I’m just going to describe them and then head to bed for today’s blog. Is that cool? We cool? Okay.

Anyway, CJ (that’s Aesa, so we’re clear) and I went to St. Louis. This was because I had an appointment but no work after, so we figured we could do something fun. We went early, and set out and drove, and it was pretty nice. We stopped in Festus, bought some picnic supplies, and then picked a whole nic. It was the first of many being outdoors moments that would pepper the day, for better or worse.

The plan was to go to the art museum. Little did we know that the art museum is not open on Mondays! I will never get to see all of this art museum, it seems, as I always go when it is closed or about to close or something like that. Oh well. We decided to go to the super-disappointing Science Center instead, because we enjoy disappointment. I spent the whole time there complaining about how much it sucks now. CJ couldn’t really disagree as it was not that great. Oh well.

We then left for my appointment, but we were still early, so we ducked in the mall because dammit, I felt like I was going to get SOME sort of Street Pass. But it was for nothing.

My appointment was fine. I talked about sex, and about the stuff I talked about a few days ago. It was still all awkward, but at least I got it out there, I guess.

Then I had picked out a restaurant, because this is apparently my job? So I wanted to go to The Old Spaghetti Factory. I hadn’t been there in years and years, but I remembered great things. I didn’t know if it would hold up, but of course I talked it up big. I talk everything up big. Anyway, we got there while it was still early, and we wanted to wait a little to eat, so we decided to walk to the nearby Jefferson Expansion Memorial. The little museum in there was much nicer put together than the sad state of the Science Center currently. We didn’t really do much else than just sit in there for awhile and take in the ambiance, though. I think CJ took a picture of me. How embarrassing.

Anyway, we ate at The Old Spaghetti Factory after that, which was pretty good. Not great? But their location is still pretty awesome. Then we walked back to my car, which CJ and I began to freak out about because we thought it was towed. It wasn’t. We got home without any issues.

It was a lot of fun, really, overall. It’s just nice to have someone to do these sorts of things with, who makes me laugh and smile. And it’ll be even better once the wuff gets here to join us. We’re constantly scouting out stuff to do with Brer in tow. Life is pretty awesome.

Nobody in St. Louis Street Passed with me, though. The fuckers.

RAPID FYAAAAAAAAAA!
Okay, never doing that again.

We have this new process at work that is going to add like an hour to every single shift, and it just flat-out pisses me off. Everybody has to carry this printout with all these prices on it. When we come to specific signs listed on this printout, which we will have to check on every single sign, basically, to know of, we must determine whether it needs a special topper or not by comparing prices to the list. All this could be displayed on the fucking COMPUTERS we carry with us and gives us sign information. They could SAY this stuff right on there. Why the hell are we having to do this? I don’t know. It’s extra frustrating because they keep shorting me on crew on top of it all. More to do with less people? Excellent. That’s what I want to be doing. Damn, I want to get out of this job.

I learned yesterday that I have 2/3rds of all possible Skylanders. I really don’t know how this happened. I didn’t try to buy like… every one. Just the ones that were cool, and also having one of each element… and then I got the 3DS game and I wanted a whole new set of cool ones of each type… and then they had all the adventure packs for sale at sane prices… well, uh… anyway, I own most of the Skylanders now. I will probably end up owning every single Fire Skylander before it’s over, too, because I know I will probably eventually grab the last Adventure Pack with Sunfire in it. Goodness. Well, at least I won’t need to buy any Skylanders when Giants comes out! (Ha ha, sure, like I’m not going to buy all the new ones, too.)

When I’m grading my student essays for my “students who need help” writing class, I always wonder if I should be easier on them. I can understand their essays. Maybe I shouldn’t be taking off points for not having a good point or not making it relevant to an audience. But then I think about what this class is supposed to do. This is supposed to prepare them for more classes. Without a basic understanding of these things, they are never going to pass College Writing, and never make good papers for classes. I have to push them in that area. I have to force them to learn this stuff they didn’t learn in school, even if it ends up with them feeling I grade really hard. Hopefully, in the end, the results will speak for themselves.

Anyway, lots of work to do. Best get back to it. Have a good day, everyone.