I just had the nerdgasmic experience of the year. And Spock is FUCKING ADORABLE.
Also our beloved Mr. Nimoy's nose has grown to epic proportions. More epic than the Enterprise, even.
A continuation of this post tomorrow!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
More thoughts on lacking oxygen
So I went to the stables again today, but while I was stall-cleaning I started to have trouble breathing. It was super dusty, and all the shavings were going everywhere, and I was coughing a lot. It sort of felt like I was having an asthma attack or something.
Anyways, the point is that it was really sort of scary. And also it impressed upon me the difference between not being able to breathe, and not being given the chance to breathe. Like....that guy in Star Wars, who's getting Force-choked for dissing Vader. All that has to happen is the grouchy old commander says "Let him go" and he can breathe again. Or if you're underwater, all you have to do is come up to the surface, and you're golden. Even if you're choking on a baby carrot, just find someone who knows how to do the Heimlich.
But it would be absolutely terrifying to be completely incapable of getting enough oxygen simply because your own body isn't letting you breathe. I've never gone into anaphylactic shock (and I can honestly say I'm ridiculously grateful for this every time I get an allergy) but I imagine that it's probably the scariest way to die. You're entirely conscious, and you're basically sitting there trying to get your own body to STOP COMMITTING SUICIDE. It's not even like getting cancer, where you have the chance to come to terms with death. It's just "Whoops, there's a peanut" and bang, you're dead.
Absolutely awful way to go. Also, I'm not sure why I keep thinking about this, and I really ought to stop, but since I haven't yet, I'm going to keep posting about it!
P.S. This doesn't mean that people with life-threatening allergies who don't carry an Epipen are excused when they go all drama-llama about it. It really bugs me, actually, when people come to Kelsey Creek and they're like "Oh, if that has peanut butter in it keep it away from me because I might die and I don't have my Epipen with me." WHY DON'T YOU JUST CARRY THE STUPID EPIPEN IT'S NOT THAT INCONVENIENT.
....Yeah, I know I really need to stop thinking about this.
Anyways, the point is that it was really sort of scary. And also it impressed upon me the difference between not being able to breathe, and not being given the chance to breathe. Like....that guy in Star Wars, who's getting Force-choked for dissing Vader. All that has to happen is the grouchy old commander says "Let him go" and he can breathe again. Or if you're underwater, all you have to do is come up to the surface, and you're golden. Even if you're choking on a baby carrot, just find someone who knows how to do the Heimlich.
But it would be absolutely terrifying to be completely incapable of getting enough oxygen simply because your own body isn't letting you breathe. I've never gone into anaphylactic shock (and I can honestly say I'm ridiculously grateful for this every time I get an allergy) but I imagine that it's probably the scariest way to die. You're entirely conscious, and you're basically sitting there trying to get your own body to STOP COMMITTING SUICIDE. It's not even like getting cancer, where you have the chance to come to terms with death. It's just "Whoops, there's a peanut" and bang, you're dead.
Absolutely awful way to go. Also, I'm not sure why I keep thinking about this, and I really ought to stop, but since I haven't yet, I'm going to keep posting about it!
P.S. This doesn't mean that people with life-threatening allergies who don't carry an Epipen are excused when they go all drama-llama about it. It really bugs me, actually, when people come to Kelsey Creek and they're like "Oh, if that has peanut butter in it keep it away from me because I might die and I don't have my Epipen with me." WHY DON'T YOU JUST CARRY THE STUPID EPIPEN IT'S NOT THAT INCONVENIENT.
....Yeah, I know I really need to stop thinking about this.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Mini-ramblings late at night
What to put on my senior sweatshirt? There have been so many good jokes! And bad jokes!
Also, true fact: When I sketch myself, I look like an old woman. I think this has less to do with my artistic ability and more to do with the fact that I have METH-ADDICT WRINKLES.
And urgh, someone asked me if it was hay fever or a cold that made me sound so congested and it was actually an unfortunate combination of both and I think someone really ought to market the tissue arm-pad because it is a pain to have to constantly run and get tissues when you're trying to clean a stall.
Cody was feeling energetic today. This was a problem, because having basically let my muscles go to pot when I was feeling sick last weekend, I was getting a stitch in my side just from posting and I felt obliged to let him canter until he got a bit of a workout. I basically fell off when I was done. It was really sad. The last time I felt this wimpy while I was riding was after my first snowboarding lesson. And that time, I had a decent excuse, because my lower half was one big fat bruise.
I am ridiculously excited for summer--I know I squee about it too much, but Kelsey Creek is MY LOVE. I would be okay with working there for the rest of my life. Ponies! Teaching! A COW!
And it's really cool to be one of the people they actually trust to do the interesting demos. Especially when the demos include stuff that's all dorkily horse-whisperer-esque. You guys probably wouldn't think it was fun, but for me it's AWESOME.
Also playing tag on horseback.
It's just really nice to be acknowledged as good at something, you know? Most of the people who get to do interesting stuff at the farm are people who take lessons with the head teacher there, and yet even though I don't, they all think I'm more than capable both as a rider and as a handler. Which makes me feel all squishy inside, but also like I'm maybe not as useless as school would like me to believe.
Why don't we get to feel like that more often?
Also, true fact: When I sketch myself, I look like an old woman. I think this has less to do with my artistic ability and more to do with the fact that I have METH-ADDICT WRINKLES.
And urgh, someone asked me if it was hay fever or a cold that made me sound so congested and it was actually an unfortunate combination of both and I think someone really ought to market the tissue arm-pad because it is a pain to have to constantly run and get tissues when you're trying to clean a stall.
Cody was feeling energetic today. This was a problem, because having basically let my muscles go to pot when I was feeling sick last weekend, I was getting a stitch in my side just from posting and I felt obliged to let him canter until he got a bit of a workout. I basically fell off when I was done. It was really sad. The last time I felt this wimpy while I was riding was after my first snowboarding lesson. And that time, I had a decent excuse, because my lower half was one big fat bruise.
I am ridiculously excited for summer--I know I squee about it too much, but Kelsey Creek is MY LOVE. I would be okay with working there for the rest of my life. Ponies! Teaching! A COW!
And it's really cool to be one of the people they actually trust to do the interesting demos. Especially when the demos include stuff that's all dorkily horse-whisperer-esque. You guys probably wouldn't think it was fun, but for me it's AWESOME.
Also playing tag on horseback.
It's just really nice to be acknowledged as good at something, you know? Most of the people who get to do interesting stuff at the farm are people who take lessons with the head teacher there, and yet even though I don't, they all think I'm more than capable both as a rider and as a handler. Which makes me feel all squishy inside, but also like I'm maybe not as useless as school would like me to believe.
Why don't we get to feel like that more often?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
In honor of Artsfest
I'm going to do a a little gallery of my own! Except because it's me and I have a firm dedication to being warped, I'm going to do a post dedicated to that most wonderful of programs, Paint.
Meet Hulgar. He's my baby. The first "work" and also easily my favorite. He has issues, and the inside joke here is a little long to explain. Suffice to say one uberweenie of a principle had trouble pronouncing the name for those friendly Norse raiders.
Another "classic". This would be a Dune reference. REMEMBER THE TOOTH!
This is Wado, as a duck. Or a goose. Not really sure.
The gnuice. Like neus. Or noose. But gnuice.
And that's all....for now.
Meet Hulgar. He's my baby. The first "work" and also easily my favorite. He has issues, and the inside joke here is a little long to explain. Suffice to say one uberweenie of a principle had trouble pronouncing the name for those friendly Norse raiders.
Another "classic". This would be a Dune reference. REMEMBER THE TOOTH!
This is Wado, as a duck. Or a goose. Not really sure.
The gnuice. Like neus. Or noose. But gnuice.
And that's all....for now.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
10 things I think I think (but I'm not sure)
I have yet to decide whether I'd rather die by drowning or by burning--as of a few days ago, fire has taken the lead, but who knows how long that'll last.
I finally saw a picture of Dexter, and I think he's kind of ugly. This disappoints a strange part of me that believes all serial-killing protagonists have to be really hot.
Dear world, "monetize" SHOULD NOT BE A WORD.
MY PUPPY. EEEEEEEEEE. He came and cuddled when I was feeling cold and miserable! He sat on my legs until my circulation was shot! It was adorable!
I don't really want to write an essay about Vietnam and it seems really trashy to try and BS something about it on Memorial Day.
It's ridiculous how much more time there is in the day when you wake up at 7 and don't have to go anywhere.
It's equally ridiculous how fast your muscles deteriorate when you spend a few days all but bedridden.
I really don't want to be sick, and it's the first time in eons I've actually felt this way. Not that I enjoy being sick, but usually I don't care all that much.
Maybe it's the lovely weather.
SEVEN DAYS LEFT!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A note on bashing
Woohoo, I'm a great big nerd. This is old news, and also the standard disclaimer that prefaces me talking about Japan or Bollywood or Japan.
Except this time, I'm going to talk about fandom. For all you poor unenlightened folks out there who don't know what fandom is, let me clarify. A fandom describes the mostly-online (though of course convention-goers are included) community of fans for a TV show, book, movie, what-have-you. Forums, fanfiction sites, etc. are all usual fare for this crowd. Sounds geeky but fairly harmless, right?
Unfortunately, there are a lot of REALLY STUPID PEOPLE on the Internet.
And here begins my rant, which was prompted by a few crazy fandoms but can apply to even you less-than-nerdy readers....or not.
See, all the stupid people, being stupid, tend to pick a favorite character. Which would be fine, except that they then see any other character who may outshine their favorite as the worst thing since the ten plagues. And then they proceed to whine about it, loudly and publicly, through every available medium. You've all seen fools like this--the ones who comment on a Youtube video just so they can say "this is sooooo retardad :P" They can't spell, and apparently they can't think.
Because here's the thing--while characters like Edward Cullen may not be literary genius, the fact is that if the author chose to write a character a certain way, IT IS THEIR PREROGATIVE. Don't get all huffy at the rest of the world just because they clearly misunderstand poor Joe Bob--he's not really evil, and the protagonist of the story is obviously a pitiful weakling who deserves to die!
Here I would go on to talk about how just because a character is attractive DOES NOT MEAN THEY ARE GOOD. But I don't think you want to read about it, and I don't really feel like expounding. It's as simple as "Evil=/=Ugly". QED, and all that.
Anyways, this habit of character bashing is immature and uncalled for. It's fine if you don't like something. It's fine if you speak up about not liking something. Just don't make other people submit to your opinions, because regardless of what you yourself think, you are NOT the world's foremost expert on these characters. That would be the author.
You ask, perhaps, why I've decided to share this rather random rant with you all?
Well. Here's a little something I think you will enjoy. What happens when fanbrats don't get quashed and pronto?
You get RUSSET NOON. Also known as the UNOFFICIAL TWILIGHT SEQUEL. Cringe, I tell you, cringe.
God knows I am.
Except this time, I'm going to talk about fandom. For all you poor unenlightened folks out there who don't know what fandom is, let me clarify. A fandom describes the mostly-online (though of course convention-goers are included) community of fans for a TV show, book, movie, what-have-you. Forums, fanfiction sites, etc. are all usual fare for this crowd. Sounds geeky but fairly harmless, right?
Unfortunately, there are a lot of REALLY STUPID PEOPLE on the Internet.
And here begins my rant, which was prompted by a few crazy fandoms but can apply to even you less-than-nerdy readers....or not.
See, all the stupid people, being stupid, tend to pick a favorite character. Which would be fine, except that they then see any other character who may outshine their favorite as the worst thing since the ten plagues. And then they proceed to whine about it, loudly and publicly, through every available medium. You've all seen fools like this--the ones who comment on a Youtube video just so they can say "this is sooooo retardad :P" They can't spell, and apparently they can't think.
Because here's the thing--while characters like Edward Cullen may not be literary genius, the fact is that if the author chose to write a character a certain way, IT IS THEIR PREROGATIVE. Don't get all huffy at the rest of the world just because they clearly misunderstand poor Joe Bob--he's not really evil, and the protagonist of the story is obviously a pitiful weakling who deserves to die!
Here I would go on to talk about how just because a character is attractive DOES NOT MEAN THEY ARE GOOD. But I don't think you want to read about it, and I don't really feel like expounding. It's as simple as "Evil=/=Ugly". QED, and all that.
Anyways, this habit of character bashing is immature and uncalled for. It's fine if you don't like something. It's fine if you speak up about not liking something. Just don't make other people submit to your opinions, because regardless of what you yourself think, you are NOT the world's foremost expert on these characters. That would be the author.
You ask, perhaps, why I've decided to share this rather random rant with you all?
Well. Here's a little something I think you will enjoy. What happens when fanbrats don't get quashed and pronto?
You get RUSSET NOON. Also known as the UNOFFICIAL TWILIGHT SEQUEL. Cringe, I tell you, cringe.
God knows I am.
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