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…
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
2018 was, um…
My obligatory blog post outlining my three (five?) words is here. I bet you’ve been waiting for it.
1) FIGHT - there’s a lot of stuff going on because of an unexpected, rather large, change to our lives.
The resolution of these items is going to take time. I know this, but I also know me. I’m not patient enough to see these things through.
I’m at that point right now where I want to get this stuff over with NOW and move on with my life. I thought about walking away from having to deal with these things, but fighting is the right thing to do.
This is the first time I’ve ever needed to fight so hard, so… yeah.
2) COMFORT ZONE - I’m still working on the baby blanket from hell. I’m still sewing like a mad woman. I’m still writing HP fan fiction.
But. All of those things are comfortable.
I need to work on harder craft projects.
Knit projects with cables, for example. I can do them, but I prefer not to… so. KNIT ALL THE CABLES!
Sewing is a bit different. I love the Summit Peak Hoodie pattern. I’ve made 6 shirts out of that pattern. There are other shirt patterns I want to sew - an oxford for example because ready-to-wear doesn’t fit me right. AND! I’ve started buying dress patterns because of the way they look. I DON’T WEAR DRESSES. (Do you see where this is headed? Yup. Two different comfort zones. One sewing machine sized stone.)
I need to get out of the Harry Potter sandbox and visit my other fandoms… or at least write about different characters in my fan fic. There’s so many over done tropes and so many fics for the main several ships that I’m just tired of it all. I don’t even want to read HP fan fic anymore.
3) SELF-CARE - 2018 was a doozy of a year. Like, it fucking sucked HARD.
I was struggling and it, it was bad. Very bad.
The bipolar flared to a level I haven’t experienced since my father died and I was… unprepared.
There wasn’t one clear trigger. I have a feeling that it was a bunch of little things adding up, which of course, made everything worse because I couldn’t see the whole picture.
After fighting being told to go to therapy for YEARS - because, honestly, I never saw a benefit from talking about my “underlying issues” to a complete stranger - I’ve finally sucked it up and will try it again.
I have an appointment on Jan 7th. Wish me luck. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
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.