The Blogtastic Blogfest That Is Getmeoutofthis.net!

I made a sticky note on my desktop that says “List of Blog Post Ideas” that I keep adding to, but every time I sit down to write something I never want to write about anything on that list.
So let’s not.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about Homestuck lately. I still read it, and I still enjoy it, but it’s really kind of lost me as being extremely dedicated to it. I no longer debate what’s going to happen, what the meaning of this or that is, and so on. It just doesn’t do that for me anymore. I wrote a forum post about why that is here, I suppose. Still, if nothing else, I still really love many of the musical albums. I still listen to The Felt fairly often, and newer tracks like this one, or this one, or this one are really fantastic. (Okay, maybe not the last one.)

While I have still not played a single game, my brain continues to make me drawn to Furoticon, the furry porn card game, just because, seriously, what the fuck? They’re coming out with a new set, Second Vanilla, but I’m really frustrated they aren’t making new preconstructs, because the new art looks super-pretty and they’re doing these in-character blog posts for characters on the new cards and I want to check it out! But I’m not buying individual boosters and being all luck of the draw with it. That’s really kind of silly for a game I’m not actually going to play. Still, I’m still just amazed that not only is the game still going, but they’re managing to get some pretty awesome and famous in the fandom artists on board for card art.
Eh, who am I kidding? I’ll probably go weak at some point and order some boosters.

So the Youtube App on my iPad has gone to shit, and I really don’t know why. It can no longer play a simple Youtube video. It keeps stopping in the middle, and every time it does, it loses what buffer it had. Stops constantly. Like every minute. I really want to just watch stupid let’s plays in bed, but it won’t. I mean, it plays Giant Bomb quicklooks just fine. Why it can’t play a Youtube video in an app specifically designed to play a Youtube video is beyond me, and really frustrating. You didn’t used to be so stupid! Get better so I can watch my stupid Let’s Plays!

Really, though, a lot of my time has been spent being worried as fuck about my trip to visit Brer. I’m getting all wrapped up and nervous about making a decent impression. I worry about what his parents will think about me. I worry about interacting with his sister. I worry about being a horrible-looking motherfucker and if that will fuck our long, loving relationship up. I just worry about it. It’s a lot of worry. It’s my current biggest worry.

What else has happened to me? Well, I took a test to graduate. I bought a ton of clothes. I freaked out and was depressed. I finally got my letter and scheduled my fucking appointment for Hormones, so that’s happening Wednesday. I did some homework. I played a ton of Pocket Frogs, but I’ve already talked about that. It’s just my life, I suppose. It continues.
It keeps going, whether I want it to or not. Whether I feel like shit, or mostly okay.
It keeps on going. Hopefully for the better.

Today I take a big important test to graduate. This is semi-important, and as I write this, I am trying very hard to reread a book so I can be prepared or something like it for the test. I’m trying! Seriously.

Anyway, I’m not going to write a serious blog post, but here are some things to look at so you’re not bored.

I found this funny. I did not find it die. I dunno.

This episode of Game Center CX was pretty fucking fantastic, so you could always watch that.

I’ve also been having fun watching Little Kuribo play through the trainwreck that is Duke Nukem Forever here. You could try that too.

Anyway, back to studying I suppose! Yay…

I’ve been trying to figure out clothes. One thinks “Oh, clothes are easy, you just wear fabric to cover up your naughty bits” but it is so much more stupid and complex than that. Especially in my hands, where I’m trying to master clothes of a type I am not familiar with while I deal with lots of conflicting urges. I need to look more feminine, but I also want to just be myself, and I’m a kind of masculine lady-person. I’d rather just wear the shit I have been wearing, but it would be useful to make a clear “shift” to help shift everyone’s perceptions. So I’m trying to find a middle ground, which is really the worst thing I could do. I’m not settling for looking alright. I have to be happy with it, and I have a fucking odd sense of fashion. It probably doesn’t look like it, but I’m really kind of super-picky when it comes to clothing. There’s also a partial problem that a lot of things I want to wear are things from my youth I was jealous about and wanted, and now I can have, but they simply don’t exist anymore. That is also frustrating. Things are frustrating!

Anyway, the point of that last paragraph is that I am stupid, clothing-wise. As I do my research and try to figure this shit out, I have two stupid rants that I would like to address to designers of women’s clothing in general. So if you meet any, make them read this blog post or something.

1. Have Real Pockets, You Assholes.
I look at clothing for women, even things that should have pockets, like pants, and they don’t have pockets. Sure, many of them have “pockets,” but they can only fit, I dunno, a tissue or a single dollar bill in them. They don’t count as pockets. They are stupid and useless. Who thought this was a good idea? I mean, it’s one thing to buy a garment without a pocket. That’s cool, you want to look a certain way, I get it. But to pretend to have a pocket, but not have that functionality is just stupid.
Now, I have heard the argument, “That is why you have a purse!” This is a semi-valid point, but there is one thing that I will never keep in my purse, and that is my cellular telephone. My cell phone is an object I need constant, quick access to, or the cell phone because significantly, significantly less useful. My mom never answers her phone. Know why? Because it’s in her purse, and she can’t get to it. I’m not going to be that person. Another person I am not going to be is someone whose phone actually makes noise. Fuck those people. Phones should always be on vibrate, and I can’t do that unless the phone is in my pocket.
Similarly, I listen to my iPod, oh, basically all the time. Having my iPod in my purse with the headphones coming out of it seems similarly frustrating from a usability standpoint. It also seems like it would look incredibly stupid.
At the very least, a bottom-half garment needs pockets that can at least hold a cell phone or iPod of a decent size. That’s just how the world works nowadays. My current research has discovered that pants with the keyword “comfortable” on the tag have decent pockets, so I am looking into that. Still, it’s just ridiculous that it’s hard to find a garment that serves such a simple function well. I’m not about to say that fashion shouldn’t be about fashion. That’s just fine. People who aren’t me can dress up as awesome as they’d like, and if they enjoy themselves, I am all for it. Me, I just want to be able to answer texts on my phone and listen to my iPod on a day to day basis, for fuck’s sake. The majority of stuff out there doesn’t seem to want me to do that, though.

2. Why Can’t Clothing Go All The Way Down?
Another thing I’ve noticed is that clothing for women cuts off far above the ankle. You can’t get a skirt that goes all the way down, and seriously something like 90% of the clothing in Kohl’s at the moment is a capri of some sort. I just don’t understand this. That just seems like it would bother the shit out of me. I’m not getting the benefits of wearing a full pair of pants or whatever, or shorts, which I don’t want to wear. Of course, the unavailability of shorts that aren’t essentially underwear is a completely different problem, and honestly, likely a reason why capris are so popular. But why not just make shorts that aren’t stupidly short? That’s a way better and less ridiculous solution.
While I will fight to the death about the fact that people, not just men, need actual pockets, this is something that is clearly a personal preference of mine. I mean, I think anyone who wears those socks that only go up below your ankles is insane, because that would drive me mad, but people really like those, so, you know. But still, there’s really a lack of other options.

I’m sure I’ll get super frustrated more in the future as I move on into this scary new world I am scarily moving into. But hey, at least I have a blog today, hm?

Those tabs on Chrome are seeming PRETTY SMALL! I best empty them out.

Hey, look, here’s some more Pony Gifs! I don’t have a problem, I swear.

Also, I beat Brer in Frozen Synapse, which means I am the total best. On this one match.

And then, dogs. Video game dogs.

It is also E3 going around, so here’s a quick recap of the Nintendo press conference, if you need it.

Frog fighting? Um, sure. I can watch that.

These views of the destroyed Six Flags New Orleans is made extra-creepy by the fact I see so many similarities to the local Six Flags.

Also, PAC-RAINBOW, MOTHERFUCKER.

Finally, this is a hilarious skit. So watch that.

So many fewer tabs! My browsers are safe for another day. Now, onward! ONWARD!

The Point of Sale. The mystical retail location where people purchase things for money.

I was in command of this point.

While certainly not the most fun job in the world (and really, what is, in the world of retail) I really don’t understand what the big deal is. People HATE working Point of Sale. Like, they feel like they’d rather do anything but Point of Sale. I just don’t get it.

Basically, work is a shitty place to be when there is nothing to do, as far as I’m concerned. That’s when time goes super-slowly, and the day drags on and on in a frustrating manner. While there is a bigger risk of such things happening at Point of Sale, because when nothing is going on, you’re not allowed to move about the store and find something interesting to do, for the most part, it’s not an issue. There are small breaks, yes, but especially when you are by yourself on one side of the store, there is a constant string of people checking out. You’re always busy doing something.

I suppose what I could see people disliking is how you really do have to keep your mind on other things to survive. I can do this, it’s not hard, but it’s not like working the floor where your mind is constantly having to scan locations to figure out where this short goes, or that box. You get occupied, because you likely have a series of quests to engage in, if you’re actually working. At Point of Sale, there is a very specific script you are running through, a lot of it being hard-sell tactics for the credit card, and you can literally do that shit in your sleep if you’re not all gung-ho about making your credit goals. Which, I mean, I dunno who would be. I push it when I can, but I just feel like the sort of stuff I’m supposed to do would keep people from wanting to shop at the store. It sure as fuck would keep me away. So I don’t if people don’t seem like they’d listen. Maybe that keeps me from feeling sleazy doing the job. Maybe that’s another reason why people stay away.

I don’t know. All I know is, I need hours, and I don’t mind this shit in the least. Going to do it some more today, in fact. A job is a job, and I am glad to do the job, you know? Hopefully I’ll be involved in a job permanently that leaves me feeling fulfilled instead of tired when I go home at night, but for now, I’m happy to be behind that register, keeping myself from going broke.

It’s bedtime, and… oh shit. There’s no blog post ready for today…? Well, fuck it, linkdump time.

I find this comic pretty hilarious. It’s a new favorite. Yay comics!

Speaking of comics, there’s a reason why Curvy is such a NSFW delight, and it’s pages like this one.

Look at that guy dance. I mean, seriously. Wow.

Hands down game of the year.

Hands down game of 1983.

Ah, sweet romance.

Here’s a fitting monument to that master of the ring and the rap world, Macho Man.

Also, pony gifs. Lots and lots of pony gifs.

Well, hey, my browser has much less tabs open now. See you tomorrow.

It was a Sunday in which I got little done. I mean, I had fun at a draft with everyone, even though there was a lot of confusion about the timing of it, but after that, it all went downhill. I had to work, but it was a short shift, so I didn’t get paid much. By the time I got home, my earlier fun basically felt really far away and just kind of felt like shit. I tried some gaming, but nothing appealed. I hadn’t seen Brer all day, because he’s been so sick he couldn’t even get out of bed. It’s good he was resting, but I was missing him. Conversations were going on in IRC, which I was trying to follow, but felt left out of for no actually sane reason. I knew then and now I was separated from the conversation simply because I was not joining in. It was getting later and later, and I felt like crap, emotionally more than anything.. I tweeted about it, got some nice support, but I was still alone and fucked up mood-wise.

Then out of nowhere, Ecks came online.

It was seriously like magic. Heh, apparently he had followed my twitter and I didn’t realize it was him. But seriously, just out of nowhere, he swept in, showed up, and distributed hugs liberally. I don’t get to talk to him near often enough, so I was glad to see him, and glad just to have someone there. We talked for awhile. It… it meant a lot.

I say this all the time, but fuck, I mean, what am I supposed to do, lie? I have some of the greatest people ever in my life.

Sure, by the time Ecks had calmed me down, it was like 3 AM, and then Molly decided I needed to get up at 8:30, so I’m kind of exhausted right now, but… well, it turned out pretty good. Pretty good indeed.

While working a floor shift at the Kohl’s, I stumbled upon a MYSTERY.

I was fixing all the bedding sets thrown around, when I saw a Big One bedding set with a playing card stuck to it. Upon closer inspection, it was actually inside the packaging. I opened the package and pulled out the Seven of Clubs. Looking on the back, I found a number scrawled in marker. Here is some evidence.

My initial reaction was that I had accidentally fallen into an adventure game. I talked to Kevin about the card, and he suggested I keep it on the down low, and that I’d probably have to solve the puzzle in order to leave after my shift. Twitter even chimed in with some good advice, but I couldn’t make anything useful.

I searched high and low for more cards all night, but I found nothing, unfortunately. They let me leave without having to solve the puzzle, so I survived in that respect.

Still, I wondered how that card got there. It would have taken effort to open the bedding set and stick that in there as it was. Who would have done it? Why? I then started wondering if I was the only person who would have put such significance on this silly card. Certainly someone else would have found it, shrugged, and thrown it away, but I was sure there was some reason for it. There had to be, right? I mean, 7 of Clubs? 19? Or maybe 61? Why would those just be there?

I tried to envision what would happen if I scattered such cards around local stores. Probably nothing. I doubt it would fill anyone else with a sense of wonder that would distract them for an entire shift. Then again, maybe it would. Maybe it would entertain many retail workers who would try to figure out the mystery. Maybe it would brighten their day a little. Or maybe the puzzle piece I hid would just be trash.

I guess, in the end, it doesn’t matter. I still have the card, and like so many random puzzle pieces I have found in the world, it’s placed in safety in my room, waiting for when I’ll need it to solve the puzzle. I pick up so many things like this, and I doubt I will stop. I’ll always be on the lookout for little objects that connect the world together in interesting ways. Always.

Well, I kind of have to get all my papers graded and final grades turned in today, so, uh, no serious blog post. That’s the excuse I’m using. But don’t worry, I’ve got some links sitting around here somewhere.

I’m sure you’ve already seen it by this point, but you should really watch this Lonely Island video anyway. Still making me laugh.

This video, though less hilarious, still makes me grin. Sometimes this show is pretty great.

So there was this combo video that got me thinking about Bayonetta again. Then I learned that the director had done a let’s play of sorts that was being translated on Platinum Games’ website. It’s really interesting.

Contrary to popular belief, PSN is not down, and I have proof.

Art, made by nanomachines, surely.

This comic is completely factual, and surely will get you pumped for Mass Effect 3’s delay! Or something like that.

If you ever wondered how comics are made, this pulls back the veil.

Anyway, have a good day. More ridiculous blog bullshit tomorrow, surely.

Yesterday I ate at Buffalo Wild Wings. I never really make the place a destination, but I do tend to enjoy going there now and again, simply because of SUPER HINT TRIVIA. However, when we arrived, the worst thing occurred: the Playmakers, the ridiculous little machines with which you play Super Hint Trivia, were broken! I even attempted to download an app that lets you use your iOS device as a Playmaker in order to get in on the trivia, but to no avail. No trivia could be had. This led to a discussion of “Why do people go to Buffalo Wild Wings?” by Essner, and frankly, I agree with his confusion. Why do people go to Buffalo Wild Wings?

Clearly, trivia is not why people go. It’s only why me and my friends go sometimes. The place is apparently a sports bar, and sports games are on televisions, but man, I just don’t even understand that. If you cared enough about the game to want to watch it, wouldn’t you use your television? You could buy some beers or whatever the fuck, and hell, even some wings and make them in your oven, and have a great time at home with your friends or whatever.

Even given the idea that people want to go to an outside place and watch a sporting event, I still don’t know why you’d choose Wild Wings. The food is, honestly, not that great. I’ve always felt like I paid a lot for something I didn’t completely enjoy. Still, I’m not a wing person, but Essner, who is a wing person, backs me up and says the food isn’t all that great on the wing scale. As far as beer goes, I’m obviously not one to know about that, but I would think some place like, I dunno, Applebee’s would have about the same selection of alcohol. It would also have better food, and very likely would have the game on, and you’d spend a comparable amount.

Every night, Buffalo Wild Wings is packed with people. Seeing the trivia-less experience, I must say I am no closer to understanding why. I mean, I’ll go when people want to go and trivia the shit out of things, and I’ll surely enjoy the company, as I am friends with awesome people. I’ll have a good time. It’ll just be in spite of the restaurant, instead of helped by it, I suppose.