aeon timeline :: yuri!!! on ice
So. Totally. Addicted.
For Christmas, I’m asking Santa for the first season of Yuri!!! on Ice.
You know it’s bad when I’ve already watched the episodes three times.
And wasted an entire Sunday trying to create a canon-ish timeline. (Tumblr is both my friend and my enemy when it comes to fan fiction.)
There are big changes on the horizon. Changes I didn’t want to make. Changes I don’t want to think about.
So I’m distracting myself by playing in a new sandbox. With new toys.
And blogging about it. Apparently.
hogwarts running club :: ravenclaws :: universal orlando fun run :: 01-dec-2018
So. A lot has happened since September, but succeeding at my three words is the one thing I’m most proud of.
My three words for this year were 5K, fandom, and language. It’s only the beginning of December, but I have crushed those.
1) 5K - let’s see… this year, I’ve done three IRL 5Ks. I’ve logged a ton of miles since joining the HRC (79.64 to be exact). That doesn’t count the hundreds of miles I’ve walked around Universal. (Yes. HUNDREDS.)
Between the Hogwarts Running Club and the Whovian Running Club, I’ve earned 7 medals. I’m impressed with myself - that’s a total of 35 miles. Which means, if you’re doing the math, that I logged 44 miles more than I gave myself credit for. My rule is that I have to walk the miles in consecutive days (if it’s a longer race) to earn the medal and unfortunately, the dog’s walking route is only 2 miles, so there’s a lot of days that don’t count because I can’t always take him for a walk on consecutive days no matter how much I want to.
Doesn’t matter because 80 miles is 80 miles more than I would have done without the HRC.
2) Fandom - hmmm… well. That photo up there? Those are the Ravenclaws. From the Hogwarts Running Club. (Harry Potter fans until the very end.) I didn’t meet many of them in person - damn anxiety- but I recognise the faces from their FB profile pics. I also friended one of them on FB, which is huge for me. I don’t friend just anyone, but I completely love Alexander. He’s good people. Too bad he’s in Belgium because I would totally adopt him.
I’m still writing fan fiction. Still mostly Harry Potter because Drarry is my thing, but I branched out to Teen Wolf again and I’ll be starting a Yuri!!! on Ice one soon. (Holy shit, dude. WHY was it only 12 episodes?!?! I am obsessed with that damn anime. Do you hear me? OBSESSED.) Plus, I’m hanging out more in a FB Harry Potter fan fiction group. No friends there, yet, but there’s potential.
I cosplayed several times as a Ravenclaw student… And, and, and I’m learning how to sew for more cosplay options. Not to mention, I have a whole crap ton of Harry Potter themed fabric that is making its way into my closet in one form or another.
3) Language - this one was hard. I didn’t meet my goals, because reasons. BUT in the last two months, I’ve picked up my Ukrainian studies with a vengeance. I’m currently addicted to learning cursive which is a nice way to mix things up. I’ve gotten in this terrible habit of writing down vocab words in cursive and then looking them up later. Hoo-boy, is it a struggle some times to read what I wrote. Cyrillic cursive looks like a drunk 5 year old writing prescriptions, but my handwriting is getting better because I have to focus so hard on the letter forms.
I’m also fighting my way through the first chapter of Harry Potter for the third (fourth?) time. I’m remembering more words and am getting better at deciphering entire sentences without constantly looking up vocab. I will say this much - character names look very different in Cyrillic than they do in English.
I’m thinking about skipping forward to see how “I am Lord Voldemort / Tom Marvolo Riddle” works out. The French translation is different (Tom Elvis Jedusor) and there’s a lot of people out there who say it should have been “Mr. Tom, a dildo lover”. So, yeah. Curious as to how the Ukrainian translation handles it.
Late to the game, but I’m giving myself the win because lately, I’m kicking some serious ass.
(HA HA HA!!!!! I spelt “drive” wrong - it’s прівіт-драйв, not прівіт-дdайв (because that is decidedly not a Ukrainian letter!)
the man, the master :: paul simon @ BB&T :: 09.08.19
I’ve never understood how people can cry at concerts.
I mean, I have a very deep connection to music and certain songs - and bands - can make me cry as soon as I hear the first note. But I’ve never cried at a concert.
Welp. I can cross THAT off my bucket list. *sigh*
I have a super deep connection to Paul Simon that goes back to… well, as far back as I can remember. The Graceland album, in particular, was my number one non-R.E.M. album for YEARS.
When employees had the opportunity to buy reduced price tickets, you can bet your ass I jumped on that offer.
Paul Simon didn’t disappoint. He seriously could have taught a masterclass in performing. It was amazing. Whether he was singing a cappella, with a jazzy sextet, with the entire band… he put on a show. It wasn’t a theatrical show, like P!nk, but it was fucking amazing. A M A Z I N G.
So any way - he’s down to his last few songs and he whips out “Kodachrome”.
I have such strong memories of this song - they overtook me and I burst into tears.
I cried through that one and The Boxer. Totally unable to stop.
I was so lost in the music that I completely lost myself. Blew myself up on a memory landmine.
I hate memory landmines. They always show up at the most inopportune times.
Like the middle of a fucking Paul Simon concert.
Oh well. It was amazing and totally worth it.
summit peak hoodie #3
OK. Can I be honest here? (When am I not? LOL)
I FUCKING LOVE THIS PATTERN.
This is the third one I’ve made and I love this one the best. (Yes, even more than I love my Marauder’s Map one.)
I keep buying fabric JUST to make this hoodie.
I think I need a 12-step program.
We’ve been going through some… upheaval at work.
Our Director of Business Development was named Chief of Staff in March. In March, I asked for some of his work. I was told absolutely not; they had other plans for me.
Our Junior Accountant had gotten so good at his job, I gave all my work to him with the promise of more coming my way. That never materialised and what little work I managed to hang onto couldn’t keep me busy.
We’re bringing F&B in house. That goes live on 9-11. Nobody in charge has any idea what they’re doing. I’m the only finance person with food service accounting experience.
The moral of the story?
BE. CAREFUL. WHAT. YOU. WISH. FOR.
(Karma is a motherfucker.)
The F&B thing meant that the person who was taking over the work I asked for in March couldn’t do it anymore. So it slid to me about 10 days ago.
About 10 days ago as well, Jr. gave his notice. So I get back all the work I gave to him.
In about 10 days, I’ll be called upon to help with the F&B books because it’s too much for one person.
Fucking shoot me now.
I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
I have been hoarding that Marauder’s Map fabric forever and I’ve been terrified to cut into it.
As one thing goes well, the rest fall to shit.
It’s just the way it goes, right?
On a happy note, I went to Universal for my birthday and that wand sticking out of the (way cool) hidden pocket? It chose me at Olivander’s. Ash with a unicorn hair horn. (The same core as Draco Malfoy’s, which is interesting since he’s my favourite character in the books. I’m serious. There’s so much more to him than you see in the movies. I think JKR did such a great job with him, but since we only see him through Harry’s eyes, it’s hard to see.)
I’m not huge into wandlore, but I do find it interesting that wands with a unicorn hair core produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts and the most faithful of wands. However, they do not make the most powerful of wands (unless the wandwood compensates) and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.
Ash wood, too, has an interesting backstory: The ash wand clings to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is especially valid if the core is constructed of unicorn hair. Old superstitions regarding wands rarely bear close examination, but it is believed that the old rhyme regarding rowan, chestnut, ash and hazel wands (rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans) contains a small nugget of truth. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes.
However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.
It makes me feel a little better to know that my wand core is subject to melancholy if mishandled and that my wand wood is best suited for people that aren’t lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes and are stubborn and courageous… it seems to suit me well lately.
I’m still struggling and it’s getting worse. I’m on new meds, which I don’t think are helping, but time will tell.
I went to the Florida SuperCon yesterday for a much needed Barrowman fix. He always seems to make things better. Bonus was getting to meet Robin Lord Taylor who plays Penguin on Gotham. He’s pretty much the only reason I watch the show and he is sweet. Super sweet. Too sweet to play such a psychopath.
I’m also knitting again.
And tearing apart the kitchen. I’m painting the cabinets because I can’t afford to replace them. It’s going slow. It feels like I spend more time waiting for paint to dry… I had the week of July 4th off and I had such high hopes to get other stuff done, but I never got past the first set of cabinets. The fact is, they’re still torn apart waiting for some poly acrylic. I don’t feel well, so it’s been hard to get motivated to move off the couch.
I’ve been playing video games since I cleaned out the craft room / person cave, too.
I’m thinking about joining the 501st Legion. More as a handler, less than a cosplayer, but it will still get me out of the house. Which is ridiculous since I’m becoming agoraphobic. (Did I mention I’m getting worse? Yup.)
About fencing again. Even if I have to switch weapons. I’m not sure I’m want to fence epee, but it’s the only weapon available at the closest fencing place.
I don’t know. I feel so lost. So out of control.
I know I’ll get better, but I don’t know when or how.
And that’s the worst part of all of this…