happy birthday to me
I know it’s a stupid piece of metal holding other stupid pieces of metal (and one piece of wood), but I am sooooooo pleased with this.
We won’t talk about all the other medals I need to complete.
Seriously. We’re not going to.
Things are settling down.
I’m starting to find a rhythm. A method to the madness.
A way to tolerate a BLT sandwich that isn’t particularly fond of lettuce.
Yeah. You probably don’t want to know.
I just put our schedule up on the whiteboard.
Holy shit, we’re going to be busy this summer.
Had the best birthday ever - TWO trips to Universal.
One with my little brother from another mother and his family. So nice to spend time with him.
One by myself. Which was even better. I fucking love going to Universal by myself.
The best part of going to Universal (besides spending all day in Diagon Alley and HOT butterbeer (HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!)) was when I bought ice cream for that mom and her daughter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. There was something about the two of them that made me wish it wasn’t the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death on the 18th or the fact that my father died when I was 26.
Yeah. For not liking numbers, there’s a certain symmetry that’s always bothersome when the numbers line up like that.
Anyhoo… they were behind me in line and there was something about them. (Yes, I know I already said that.) When I offered to pay for their ice cream, the mother hugged the shit out of me. The cashier wouldn’t stop telling me how amazing I was for doing that.
But, in truth, I did it because I was jealous of their relationship.
Because that’s the best fucking reason to do something nice for someone, right?
I never said my actions make sense.
In other news, no more Sims. That’s a pretty good thing.
Working on my Drarry fanfic again after putting it into time out. (Why did I have to fuck up a perfectly good Drarry fic with soulmates and Weasley twins? Soulmates, pffffffft.)
Continuing work on my Yuri!!! on Ice fan fic, too. I think I’ve mentioned what a little shit Yurio is, so he’s been a lot of fun to write.
Reread my 2017 NaNoWriMo Teen Wolf (trainwreck of a) fic. I think there’s a lot of potential there, but I’m knee deep in two other fandoms. I’m good at multi-taking, but that’s way too many voices in my head clamouring for attention.
Oh. Wait. I can’t talk about the voices in my head. That’s bad.
Can I talk about hearing the fucking Hamilton soundtrack on a never ending loop in my head? It’s the earworm that refuses to go away. For weeks now, I can’t replace it with ANYTHING else. And, so help me Dog, have I tried…
Hallucination or earworm?
You decide. I’m going to bed.
I might be an asshole, but I’m your asshole
We have two IRL 5Ks coming up: one in March and one in April or May (I’ve forgotten). I’ve earned so many medals from the Potterhead Running Club (formerly known as the Hogwarts Running Club) that I need to think about a real medal display now. I’m pretty excited about that. It means that I’m putting in the miles and those are intentional miles - miles that I’ve gone out an walked on purpose, so that’s pretty cool.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever run or if I’ll graduate from 5Ks, but right now, I’m all about the bling and trying to enjoy the ridiculous weather down here.
In the past month or so, I’ve become addicted to the Sims again. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. I’m in a weird headspace and the more I try to define it, the messier it gets. The Sims is a safe place for me right now. I’m all about the safe places.
In other news, we found a Doggy Shrink and hopefully we can schedule a meeting. I’d really like to wean Guinness away from day care because I am tired of paying for it. He’s seven, turning eight, this month. He should be able to stay home a day or two every week.
Made the Wonder Hubby watch Yuri!!! On Ice. Have to say, I was pleased by his reaction. I didn’t think he’d get into it, but he was laughing when he was supposed to, and asking questions about the show. I’ll take it. YOI has made me so happy since I discovered it. Plus, Josh Grelle is coming to SuperCon and I can’t wait to have him sign my Blu-Ray case.
Speaking of YOI, I’m working on my fan fic and it’s changed drastically from the original idea. (I apparently can’t say that the characters have told me to piss off and that my only job is to take dictation because that means I’m hallucinating or some such bullshit.) In the beginning, I was working on a Victurri fic that takes them from Barcelona to St. Petersburg, filling in the gaps of that final episode. However, Yurio won’t leave them alone. So my little OTP fic has become an OT3 fic because that ever evolving monster won’t back the fuck off.
I am rather enjoying writing a very angry little cock blocker, though, so I guess i can forgive him. For now. That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy on him. Not while he’s strutting around in his leopard print shoes and Russian team jacket, wearing cat ears and hating the world… You are totally going to suffer for a few chapters, you sexually confused, permanently scowling little shit.
Also, Otabek Altin exists and he is the perfect character to come in and fuck shit up. I mean, look at this shit:
How amazing is that?
I’m about to have SO. MUCH. FUN. taking dictation…
matt nathanson :: the beacham, orlando :: 09.02.2019
Since moving to Florida, I’ve been missing out on one of my favourite things - music therapy.
It was so much easier to get in the car and drive the four hours to Albany every couple of weeks when I needed my fix. I definitely don’t have that here… not even working at the arena could cure my need for live music. Mostly, because I couldn’t connect to the music. I saw three concerts the entire time I worked at the arena… and bands that can fill an arena generally aren’t my thing any more.
Give me the bands no one’s ever heard of. Give me the bands that aren’t on the radio twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five.
Enter Matt. We’ve seen him twice in the past year, once in Pompano and yesterday in Orlando. He’s definitely a one-hit wonder, but his live shows are something else. When he’s allowed to truly be himself on stage, it’s amazing. Last night was definitely no exception.
We paid for the meet and greet, which is something I normally don’t do, but it was worth it for the three extra songs we got from the soundcheck.
He also brought his song wheel. Motherfucker, did that make the night even better. Spinning and hoping that it landed on something he actually wanted to play - it was the best mix of drama and comedy. (“The wheel is like democracy - you get what you don’t want”). The wheel fucked him so bad at one point, that he moved the wheel to the song he actually wanted to play. (“You drink the beer, the beer doesn’t drink you.”
Other bits that I made note of:
Nobody can fuck up a song like Matt Nathanson.
We’re hear to see Mike Nickerson.
No one wants to hear an angry folk guy do metal.
And I can’t forget his story about the hippie chick that LICKED HIS ELBOW. (I suppose, in her defence, she DID ask him to bed, and she DID ask him if he wanted to try something…) The best part of that entire story was when he looked at the fourteen year old girl standing at the barrier and told her to close her fucking ears. He loves making a big deal out of kids in the audience, and then he forgets they’re there and it can get pretty raunchy.
He also told the story about how his daughter has an entire pintrest board dedicated to him, and also how she busts out bits from “Run”. I cannot imagine hearing an eight year old sing “I wanna watch you undress”...
I’m still kind of reeling from the events of late November / December / early January and waiting for the other shoe to drop and last night was EXACTLY what I needed. Plus, we squeezed in a couple of hours at Universal, and we all know how much I love hanging out in Diagon Alley.
Gavin DeGraw is at Universal next weekend as part of Mardi Gras and I am so very very tempted to go back for for the day. Even though I’m not a huge fan, I like him enough to attend a free concert. I can’t afford another overnight, but the concerts get out early enough that the drive home shouldn’t kill me.
I mean, it is only a three hour drive…
Yes, I can tell them apart. I think. :: Celebration of Harry Potter :: January 2018
I went to Celebration last year and it was amazing.
It was cancelled this year and I didn’t feel like going to any of the unofficial meet-ups this weekend. As it was, I heard that Universal was being kind of shitty to the cosplayers. Part of JK’s decision to go with Universal over Disney was that she didn’t want characters running around the park. With it being an unsanctioned event - and therefore no warning to tourists - there were lots of people who didn’t know that Mark, the guy who fucking lives as Dumbledore, wasn’t really a Universal employee. His costume is THAT good. He often posts in several groups as Dumbledore and it’s honestly hard to tell the difference between his cosplay and the real thing.
There’s also a guy that cosplays as Jacob, a girl that cosplays as Newt, and another girl that cosplays as Tina. Honestly, If I didn’t know they were cosplayers, I’d assume that they were employees, too. All that to say, I can understand why Universal was pretty strict this year.
Last year, they were strict-ish. There were issues with both Viktor Krum and Mad-Eye Moody’s staffs. Krum’s was allowed in, but Moody’s was not. OMG - the uproar amongst the fans!! Let’s be honest, though, Moody’s staff is an important part of pulling off the look. Krum’s is just a prop. So yeah. Sometimes, the inconsistencies with the TMs is a major pain in the ass, but it wasn’t as bad as it was this year. Again, unsanctioned. Which was part of why I wanted to stay home. Not that my cosplay is anything to write home about, but still.
Instead, I consoled myself by finally going through my photos from last year - all 727. No lie, 700 of them were the Phelps twins.
They were the whole reason I went, but I didn’t realise that I was that obsessed with them…
S’OK, though. They’re pretty easy on the eyes.
this fucking anime owns my heart :: seriously, these two :: victuuri
I saw Hamilton earlier this week.
I hadn’t listened to the soundtrack, knew very little about the plot of the musical (other than it was about Hamilton), and thought the rabid Hamilton fans needed to have their heads examined.
I’m glad I saw it, but I still believe that the rabid fans need to have their heads examined.
I’ve been listening to the soundtrack because people keep telling me I’ll appreciate the musical more if I have a handle on the “dialogue”. It’s damn catchy, that’s for sure, but I felt that way in the theatre, too. The bits King George sings have been earworms since Tuesday night. BUT the dude in Fort Lauderdale was MUCH more amusing than the guy on the OBC recording.
It was a good musical, but I don’t think it met the high expectations I went in with.
But seriously—this song—the last line? BOOM!
Life begins again on Monday. After two months of adjusting to some major life changes, it feels good to be falling back into normalcy. (Not that I’ve ever been normal, but…)
I’ve been spending a lot of time working on my Ukrainian. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels without having a tutor to guide me, but oddly enough, I’m also making some serious progress. Who knows.
Remember when I named fight one of my three words? If I win part of that fight, we’re going to celebrate by going back to Lviv. This time, I want to really be more than functional when we go.
I’m mixing it up with flashcards, a textbook, and Harry Potter. The various input methods seem to make the material stick better and it’s fun to see the number of words I don’t know get reduced with every new exercise or sentence. (Even if my reading level is below what the ‘experts’ say it needs to be.)
Життя починається знов
As always, I disappear into the world of fan fiction when I have trouble processing the real world. Those life changes? Yeah. I’ve needed to disappear into a fantasy world and Yuri!!! On Ice fit the bill perfectly.
I love when an OTP is canon and these two… they kill me. They are the definition of beautiful cinnamon rolls too good for this world. There aren’t enough love stories like this in the world and this one is so… yeah.
And the best part is, once you hit the big twist in episode ten, you can go back to the beginning and watch it all over again with a different point of view. Plus, that second watch-through? So much better than if that had been the original plot.
And, and, and…. it’s all fucking canon. The creators said as much.< bouncing off the walls >
Watching that stupid anime has been the highlight of the past two months. I’ve watched it several times and it gets better every. single. time.
Their relationship is so beautiful and so well developed. Perfect little scenes like this drive the point home without beating you over the head with it.
And I can’t get enough of it…. even if it means I have to learn fucking RUSSIAN to write in-universe, canon-compliant fiction. Which is something new since I’d rather play on the outskirts of JKR’s sandbox than have to deal with her continuous ret-conning and ridiculous ‘additions’ to canon.
Then again, there’s no messing with perfection, is there?
IT IS CANON