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Bleh I’ve been grading all day I don’t care have some links and go away!

Someday I will print this up and distribute it.

Pinkie’s Brew has never been more gypsy.

One of those dumb moments from the show that got stuck in my head.

Just add ground beef, apprentice.

An important chart showing when soon-to-be parents are doing it.

Probably the best dog costume. You all can stop trying now. Seriously.

The heroes of Retsupurae team up for one climactic battle!

I am confused as to what Hideo Kojima is doing on twitter. Not like, why he has an account, but just what he’s doing. In general.

In case you needed a reminder about how awesome Three Word Phrase is, here you go.

SPIN, DOG!

Here’s some really damn cool Pokemon art, if you’re into that. I am.

That looks really relaxing.

Anyway, those are the links you’re getting. Bye!

Hello, and welcome to blog. Today I will blog. Prepare to blog.

So I talked about an issue yesterday with money and shit and it solved itself in the “aww but at least we’re not in financial trouble” sort of way. Which is better than being fucked over, I guess. Even though it said on the website I couldn’t, I sent the ticket people an e-mail asking if I could cancel my ticket order, and they said “Yeah, sure.” So that’s that. No PAX for me.
It’s probably for the best. It would have been a huge fucking strain on resources to go, especially for CJ, even with our “solution” options we were coming up with and watching disappear in real time. I just really wanted to go. I wanted to be at a point in my life where I can travel and do this kind of shit. I want to take my family to PAX, and Disney World, and creepy furry conventions, and all kinds of pointless fun shit. But we’re just not stable yet.
Still, I said on twitter and Talking Time that I had tickets. So I feel like an idiot now that I’ve bowed out. I should probably tell people, but I’m embarrassed, even though there’s nothing to fucking be embarrassed about. Oh well. Sorry. Don’t judge me for being an idiot, blog reader person. Thanks.

I like foods I used to hate.
Not like… in a crazy way, perse? It’s all kind of sensible stuff that I all the sudden am going “Fuck, I love this.” But like… mushrooms, okay? I never used to like mushrooms. Texture freaked me out, and taste was blah. But recently, I’ve been like “Wait a goddamn minute, I love mushrooms!” CJ has been making these sauteed mushroom and swiss burgers for me because of a random idea and having mushrooms in the fridge for some reason? And they are FANTASTIC. I love mushrooms on things now. I just kind of love eating mushrooms. When the fuck did that happen? Just one day, I’m like, “No, everything I’ve known is wrong, I want that.” It’s weird.

I bought some Adventure Time toys just to take pictures of them with Skylanders and Ponies. Because it entertained me for some reason. Then I posted them to twitter with dialog captions from the characters.
I may have a problem.

I just gave a test where 90% of my class failed. I was told that this is normal for this test. People don’t pass it. What the fuck.
I mean, I took this standardized practice test for this test? I got 2 questions wrong because the questions make no sense. I stared at these questions after the fact and could not figure out why my answer was wrong and not just as good as the actual answer. So that’s great, and says something about the test quality. It’s also a really, really hard grammar test, but they’re taking it in a writing course, not a grammar course. We covered some grammar, of course, but writing was always the focus. Did I focus the class wrong? Were they lying to me when they called it a writing course? I was always taught that grammar should come second in a writing course, because you need to focus on big picture problems with their writing, and that’s what I did, because that made sense to me. And now they all failed this test. Badly.
Apparently this has to affect their grade in some way. I’ll have to figure that out. That’s really shitty and silly. Seriously.

Okay, I’m going to go… TO WORK! I shall see you all later, blog people.

Word that starts with P.
Here’s my impression of my PAX experience so far.

“Oh, they’re sold out of 3 day passes? Are we doing this? Okay, let’s buy two days of passes, that’s all I can be there for anyway. Cool, got them. Now to do some research on travel and hote… HOLY FUCK. That’s… way more… than we thought… uh… can we afford this?”

Like, for serious. I don’t know if everything is being jacked up for the convention or whatever, but my goodness. It’s all significantly more than I expected. Which just kind of sucks. Because while I could probably potentially splurge with no issues, CJ is going to have issues with the super pricing. It’s all just… arg!

We did more research, and we THINK we can get it down to a reasonable level as long as we’re splitting a hotel room with a couple of nice dudes and taking some specific sneaky flights. So I guess the idea is to find said nice dudes now and go from there. Surely we can make that happen? We can’t be the only people wanting to cut the cost of this shindig down significantly. Surely it’ll work out.

Just… fuck. Makes me wonder why the fuck I even wanted to do this! Much better to stay hidden here at home for all time, right?

Brian will be here in two weeks or so.

THIS IS SO AMAZING.

How long have I been waiting for this? So long. I was bouncing around the room all day with excitement. I can’t wait to show him things. I can’t wait to hug on him again. I can’t wait for him and CJ to meet in person. I can’t wait to deal with all the little problems adding a third person to my little house is going to cause. I can’t wait to attempt to find a solution where three people sleep in the same bed comfortably.

I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT.

My family is coming together and I am so excited. I want a family portrait. I want to start planning things to do together. We should play through my copy of Risk Legacy all the way through! Play games! Start a Dungeons and Dragons or other Roleplaying Games night! But mostly just start living life and stop worrying about waiting for things to happen. The life I want, in a few weeks, will be officially set up. Things will be IN FUCKING PLACE romantically and, in general, socially. I can focus on wanting the sane things normal people want now! I CAN BE!

There’s sure to be issues. I’m sure to worry about this or that at some point. But right now, for serious, I have not a single worry about this not working out. I know we can handle anything that comes up. I know it.

I love Brian, and I love CJ, and we are going to be one fucking awesome family. Just you wait.

I am still exhausted. My work schedule is just bleh! Today I was teaching on like 3 hours of sleep, and then I took a long nap, and waking up from that nap, I felt so terrible, so fucking terrible, oh my gods. I’m mostly back now, still a little off, but I’ve got to go to work and then wake up early again, so I’m not looking forward to it. Yay for work and then more work and then more work! Ugh, I need to quit Kohl’s.

We’ve watched a ton of Adventure Time and I have learned to love the Lumpy Space Princess. She’s clearly the best character. I also find that I can do pretty well a perfect impression of her, which I have been doing pretty well constantly since. I have used this to ultimate romantic advantage.
I was smoochin’ with CJ, as I often do, and I get this idea in my head, but I’m like, “I don’t want to ruin the moment.” After the smooching, I point out that I had the perfect idea to ruin the mood, and he’s like “What was it?” so I pull him in for more making out to show him. We kiss for awhile, and then I break, and whisper in my best Lumpy Space Princess impression “I knew you liked me.” We then fell over laughing for like 5 minutes. I am an idiot. Also the queen of seduction. I can give lessons, if you want.

I think the IRS is making fun of me, and I’m really mad about it, even though it’s kind of a stupid thing to be mad about.
Basically, I got my tax return a few days ago, and it was addressed to my old name. I got really pissy. It’s not like I filed under my own name! It’s been a goddamn year since I got it changed, and all my paperwork was under Alexis. They obviously read the form to get the number they had to send me on the check, as well as my new address, which has changed since then. Yet, here we are. I deposited the check, fumed for awhile, and then moved on with my life.
Then today, the IRS sends me a check for a fucking DOLLAR to my old name. They are just trying to make me mad. Who can I punch to remedy this?

I’m going back to be… oh wait, I have to go to work. Yay. Later, blog. Sorry this is a bit short.

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.