The Blogtastic Blogfest That Is Getmeoutofthis.net!

Well, hey, looks like I totally fell asleep before I posted this. Well, blog a day! It’s still today! No worries, right? Right? *sighs* Anyway…

Well, it’s the month of NaNoWriMo, and while I’m not participating this year, it feels like I should still use this occasion to kick my creative writing up a notch, since I always seem to be too busy to do it. Therefore, I’m going to write some poems this week, and you can read them! Won’t that be fun? To various degrees of fun?

I’m going to lay out some ground rules though. One, these are going to be super rough drafts. I’m just going to sit here and bang something out and then post. They will likely end up being highly edited and modified before they’re done! (And if I write something that I feel doesn’t need editing, well, uh, you probably won’t see it.) Did you hear that potential publishers? Very. Rough. Drafts. Not A Published Poem. Making the claim now. For whatever that’s worth. (Probably very little.)
Two, these are all going to be personal poems. I’ve been writing about characters for a long time now in my poetry. I love doing that, and it really gets me going. But there’s some charm to being able to write about life as I see it, instead of something imaginary. I’m going to use this week to stretch my legs in that direction. At least for now.

In any case, I hope you enjoy. Or if not, you can just skip to next week. Whatever. Poems incoming!

As the title says, I’m sick! I’m not totally sure with what yet, but the general dizziness and shortness of breath I have been experiencing would lead me to believe that I have bronchitis again, as I had similar symptoms last time. I am going to take another day of rest (and seeing John Hodgman) to make sure before I go to the doctor though. Don’t worry, I will take care of myself.

Anyway, the point is, I didn’t really have time to write a serious blog, and I need to get more sleep, so here’s some links. I know I’ve been lame here lately… I’m going to try to kick it up a notch soon.

Speaking of lame (that’s called a segue!), how about that Mike Dawson? Is he not the best video game hero you’ve ever seen? I’ve been enjoying Retsupurae dealing with his adventures, and other people have too, creating amazing fan works. For example, did you know that Mike Dawson has been seen in Champions Online? Or that he knows how to deal with just about any situation? He also has his own game, and suspicious links to Ring Man! Yep, everyone loves Mike Dawson!

I still really like Penguindrum. The new theme song is pretty great!

I really didn’t want to be, but I am kind of super hyped for Ultimate Marvel vs Capcom 3. Phoenix Wright! Rocket Raccoon! How can someone pass this up? I am weak.

Someone linked me this on twitter. It’s pretty funny! Quite a restaurant review.

There are always more pony ask blogs, and always more funny responses on them.

I’m going to sleep! Later!

It’s late, I’m exhausted, so you get to hear me bitch. Sorry about that.

Today sucked.

I don’t currently have the best job in the world or anything. Far from it. But I hardly ever hate it. I like most of the people I work with, and I enjoy being useful and doing my thing. I’m respected. It works really well. But some days, like yesterday, I really just fucking hate my job.
Let me just go over what happened.

I got up really early to go to work. I was tired, but work called! I got there, and apparently my shift had been moved. A note had been left in my mailbox, which I never check because it’s less a mailbox and more “where I keep the ad set supplies,” and there hadn’t been an ad set in awhile. So there was a big fuss about me showing up at the time I was scheduled instead of the time they moved me to without telling me. This wouldn’t be a huge deal, but it just bothers me that, if I had been anyone else, they would have called me, and there wouldn’t have been this stupid issue they were making such a big deal about.

Because I was there early, they moved me onto the truck, which I was not dressed for. I had dressed up kind of nice, wearing a new top I had bought the night before. I felt like this was hindering me, as I was trying damn hard not to get black from the boxes all over myself. Still, I didn’t slack off or anything. Things were happening. The shift was long, though, and I ended up unpacking freight in an area I had less experience with than most, away from all my friends to help the time pass.

After this, I ran straight home, took care of the puppy dog, and did work for class. I basically had time to figure that out before running to class and teaching. Class went okay, I guess, but shockingly, nobody in my class was familiar with Harry Potter. I had brought in an essay about Harry Potter, and they just did not get it at all. Phrases like “Cedric Diggory’s death in book four” completely confounded them. I didn’t expect them to be encyclopedias, but when you have plenty of context clues, shouldn’t your memory be jogged enough to at least go “Oh yeah, someone died in Goblet of Fire, right? Must be that guy.” Heh, I don’t know, I just figured everyone younger than me would be familiar with it. It was a shock.

I went home and ate then. This caused me to keep dozing off on the couch. I was pretty exhausted by that point already, but I had work to go to. I got up and went.

Work took forever. It was a huge ad, and we were being audited, so it took even longer than it should have. What’s worse, the store started playing Christmas music the moment we closed. This is even before Halloween was technically over at midnight. It was insane, and it didn’t add much to everyone’s demeanor. We eventually finished, very late. I was tired and cranky, but on the way out the door, it was pointed out that my new top has a hole in it. Fantastic! Fantastic. I tried to get some food from the drive-thru to eat my woes away, but I got trapped there for like 20 minutes waiting, so that was time well spent.

And now I’m here. Complaining. I didn’t much care for yesterday. Boo to you, Halloween. At least I have off today.

I was asked the other day what I was writing. Of course, I haven’t written anything in awhile: work and moving and all that kind of sapped up all my time! I haven’t had time to do much of anything fun or constructive recently (though today’s day off helped that a bit, I suppose). I mean, I should be writing though, right? I’m someone who does that. Who makes poetry and whatnot. I should be producing creative material, right?

Anyway, after I explained this, I was told that “maybe you should cut back on the blog so I have more time to write serious-type stuff.” (That’s not actually a direct quote, but I put it in quotation marks anyway. That’s how I roll tonight.) It made me think.

The problem with giving up the blog is that the blog is a major source of “everything is okay” in my life right now. The fact that, no matter how stupid, I put a blog up there every single day means something to me, personally. This several years long at this point experiment with daily blogging has yet to fail. It says I can create a project, and actually stick with it for a meaningful length of time. The days I nearly go to bed without writing a blog are days where I remember, and am struck with fear that I might miss a day. I actually went to bed without writing earlier this year, and woke up at 4 am, raced to the PC, and wrote something so I could get back to sleep.
There’s also just this general sense of “someone might see this” that really motivates me to keep writing these stupid blogs. I don’t really think many people care about what I write here, but there are a few, and the fact that this is there, and my internet whatever, means I don’t want to fail. It makes that deadline real.

I rarely have deadlines for creative work. When I do, I do awesome things (See: book of poemtry I wrote) and whatnot. If I found a way to get myself writing on a deadline, I could probably do more creative work every week. But I’ll be honest: I don’t know how the fuck I made the deadline on this blog a day thing real. I don’t really understand how it went from something I just kind of wanted to do to a requirement that invokes the responses that occurred up top. Somehow I made that happen. Making that happen with creative work would be nice, certainly. Eventually I’d start cranking out something great, at least from time to time. I need to come up with a plan. I really do. I’d write creative shit and post it on here more often, like a poem every week or something, but I am told you are not supposed to do that, because then it is “published,” and then I can’t actually do anything with it. Which is frustrating, but so it goes. I don’t know. I haven’t decided what to do.

So what am I writing right now? I guess nothing. I have that short story that was supposed to be porn but now I think I can turn into something much better that I have a bad draft of. I have my next book of poetry vaguely outlined in my head, with characters. I’ve done one or two test poems on here from time to time. I really do want to do that. Alternatively, I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe that story is better told in a novel. I also still have my last novel attempt half-written, Every Other Day, I Love You, and I really do still like that story and would like to redo the whole thing and make it better. I want to write a sequel to a porn story I wrote. I need to do a lot of writing for my Festivus gift sometime in the next month. But what am I actively working on? Not a lot.

I should fix that. Is stopping this blog a way to do that? I’m not sure. I don’t think I’m going to, in any case. I love you blog. Never leave me.

I ate a bag of garlic croutons. As a snack. That’s how I roll, motherfucker.
Know how else I roll? Sometimes, I’m like “I really have absolutely no idea what to write about today LINKS MOTHERFUCKER!”
And then there’s links.

Watch this shit. WA-CHAAAAA!
Links!

Looking for cool content to watch on my Roku, I have started watching NSFW, which is actually a pretty silly and funny little show. Maybe you would like to watch it?

Okay, here’s your pony links of the moment. Some animated gifs of complete awesome. And here’s a funny comic. Everyone likes funny comics, right? Now let’s get out of the pony zone.

Important quiz question I had linked to me. WHAT IS THE ANSWER?!

I’m going to see John Hodgman next week! He put out a trailer for his book! I am excite!

Finally, here’s an important PSA that you shouldn’t miss. Public Service. Being announced. Yeah.

Those are links. Be linked. And now be free.

I keep thinking I should get back to writing about the vidjeo gamez, but I keep wanting to talk about life. How boring is that?

Cara and I, as we often do, had a long conversation at work about stuff. This time, about relationships. She was confused about how people can bounce between significant others as quickly as they do. She was worried about her sister, among other things.

It’s in these sorts of conversations where one is supposed to respond, show how one relates via their own experiences, and offer advice from such. This is what I try to do, but I always seem to get odd responses from her. Like I’m telling her crazy things. I know she respects me, but it still just makes me wonder just how off my view on relationships is.

It’s not just the furry thing, although certainly I have taken what values from the fandom I like and incorporated them into my own. It’s of my own making, certainly. It’s obviously off a bit, if recent heartbreak-related issues of my own making have anything to say about it. At the same time, though, my view has left me open to bring in so many people into my life that I sure don’t want to leave, including my boyfriend. Is it that wrong, if it’s doing things that good? I’m not sure.

I mean, I wonder about this, but I don’t worry about it. Nothing about how I go about such things breaks my personal code or anything. None of it is a problem for anyone else. If they don’t want to be a part of it, it’s not a problem to me, and shouldn’t be to them. What I worry about is the idea that because I go about things the way I do, that I’m completely unrelatable. Like, is it getting in the way of having conversations like this with my friends? It shouldn’t, but if the conversation keeps coming to a halt because me trying to make reference to my life is awkward to bring up in company, it is kind of a problem. Isn’t it? I don’t know.

It just bothers me when it feels like I have to deny relationships I have, close friendships and in some cases loves, just because it’s unacceptable to bring those sorts of things to light. It feels like I belittle the connection I have. I probably feel that way from years of being squeamish about mentioning I had a boyfriend, because people would miss the point and think me a gay man instead of a bisexual woman. It really felt like I was being shitty to Brer by doing that, even though he told me, time and again, that he understood and it was okay. I don’t want to do that to any of my good friends. But then I overshare? I don’t know. It’s not anything I’m ashamed of, but maybe I should be.

Nah, I shouldn’t be. But still. A strange situation I keep finding myself in with this. I don’t know the solution.

I’m moving! I won’t have internet to write a bloeg tonight, but I don’t want to disappoint you. Therefore, have some links, fresh from the link factory.

Important pornography-related work is being done. The site is safe for work. Read. Learn.

A great game to practice editing skills. I should really send this to Susan.

They recorded video of the live DnD game at the last PAX! I still haven’t gotten to watch it, though. I’m sure it’s entertaining. Do wish there would be another podcast, however.

Anyway, there you go. Entertain yourself. I’m really kind of getting super stressed out about this move! But I’m just going to do it today, and move on. That’ll help. Accomplishing shit always helps that sort of thing, you know? I mean, I certainly hope so. Also, I’m off all day tomorrow, so I can really get things situated right if I’m over there. That will also help.

I… guess I best go shut this computer down and get moving! Bye, everyone! See you at the new place!

Here is a story of a love affair between me and a bag of chips.

It also started one day, you see, like any other. I was buying a snack from the vending machine at work. I wanted one of my favorite chips: Baked Lays. I pressed the button. But oh no! I did not get Baked Lays at all, but Southwest Ranch Baked Lays! Disaster! Or maybe it was fate. The chips were fantastic, and I continued to buy them, instead of Baked Lays, from the machine.

However, recently, the machine stopped having Southwest Ranch Baked Lays stocked in them. You don’t realize how much you love something until it was gone. I craved those things. I went to the store and bought some, and ate like all of them. I destroyed that bag. I was in love.

Seriously, though, these chips are so damn good. They basically taste like a hot salsa has been baked into the chip somehow, perhaps using baking. It’s the only potato chip I’ve ever had that leaves a bit of a burning in your mouth after you eat a few of them. Like, you know, a good burning. A spicy burning. I love Baked Lays, but I understand many people think they are flavorless. This chip totally solves that problem. It is a fantastic use of a potato.

I am going to try very hard not to eat a million of these chips. I offer no promises. But seriously, I loved these chips so much that I added a thing on my list of blog topics to write about these stupid chips that said “Those Goddamn Chips”. Now I have. Mission complete.

Now it is time to recount my iOS5 experiences for everyone to love and enjoy. Something like that.

On the morning of the fifth eyeohess, I downloaded an iTunes update. Well, I started it downloading. Then I went to work, and worked a fairly shitty shift. When I got back, I was so ready to put some iOS5 on my iPad, so I started it downloading. That took a damn long while, like over an hour. But that’s okay, now it’s going to start installing! Then I can use it! Neat.

I get something that says “Unexpected Error 3200.”
Well, maybe the fact that I didn’t reboot when it asked me to was part of it, I thought, so I rebooted, and tried again.
Same error.
Well, maybe I need another USB port. I moved the cord.
Same error.
It was then that I saw someone bitching about it on Twitter. Apparently the servers were overloaded, and that’s why I was getting this error that seemed to have nothing to do with servers. What a great error message, Apple! Thanks for that.

Anyway, I left to teach, and came back to try it again later. It worked that time! Installed and everything. Neat! But then it said “Restoring Apps.” There was a progress bar, but it wasn’t like, filling like a progress bar. My iPad, meanwhile, didn’t say it was syncing. iTunes seemed stuck. The stupid thing crashes on windows all the time, so I just force-quit it. When I opened it again, the same bar popped up. When I looked at my iPad, some of my apps were there, but others weren’t. Fantastic.
I just happened, though, at random, to notice it was actually adding more apps. Somehow. Without syncing. So I just kind of threw up my hands and left it there. When I came back from work, it was all fine. Working great now.

All in all, it was a pretty shitty experience! I don’t know. I’m not a huge Apple fangirl type person, but they always struck me as caring about not making their users go through this kind of thing over things like having features, and being able to do what you want it to. They just always seemed to go so far out of their way to restrict functionality to keep people from seeing that. Yet, here I am. I really did see all that! It was weird.

How’s iOS5? I don’t really know. All I cared about were the notifications, really, and I do have to say that the notifications are great. What they should have been in the first place. Glad they just blatantly stole them from Android. My various board game updates are very nicely organized now. That’s all I wanted, and I got it. Maybe some other feature will jump out at me at some point? I dunno. But notifications! And so on and so forth.

It’s times like these when you have to look at the good things in life. Like links on the internet.

Today was pretty shit. I had to take action about a lot of things and stand up for myself. I don’t like that. I like being positive. But when people are being assholes to me, what are you supposed to do? Sometimes you just have to call a restaurant you were at and tell the manager about the awful experience you had of people making fun of you within earshot just so you can not let it ruin your whole fucking day, you know?

Anyway, links, motherfucker, do you have them? I have them. Well, some.

Been grading to the Napple Tale soundtrack recently. Damn, that’s just so good! Here’s a new favorite track from it. Just so excellent.

Great cosplay picture? Or the greatest cosplay picture? You decide.

Someone is really serious about the writing in Oblivion. I found this pretty impressive.

Here’s a nice interview about Poison. I personally would like it if they just embraced Poison as transsexual, of course, but at least it looks like they’re making sure they treat her with respect, even if they’re keeping her in a vague space. Also, she looks fun to play.

I should probably write more, something fun, but I’m not going to. I’m sorry. Today is all out of whack… sorry. I just don’t know how to deal with this. How did these completely assholes decide to come out of the woodwork all in the span of two days? It makes me feel a bit paranoid. I mean, people can think what they want about me. That’s fine. I think many things about many people. But I don’t understand why you shove that in someone’s face. Why do you make a big deal out of it? Why is it a problem, especially when you’re working and it’s a simple transaction.
I don’t even know what I’m saying. Sorry.