My sweet little cinnamon rolls

January 11, 2019 :: 7:54 PM

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.

Well.

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!

 

 

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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

 

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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 >
CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON CANON
< / 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?

 

 

 

pssssst

 

IT IS CANON


Rah! Rah! Ravenclaw!!!!

December 04, 2018 :: 7:23 PM

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.

Crushed it.


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.

Crushed it.

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.

Crushed it.

(HA HA HA!!!!! I spelt “drive” wrong - it’s прівіт-драйв, not прівіт-дdайв (because that is decidedly not a Ukrainian letter!)


Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Batmaaaaaan!

August 25, 2018 :: 6:39 PM

summit peak hoodie #3

OK. Can I be honest here? (When am I not? LOL)

I FUCKING LOVE THIS PATTERN.

No. Seriously.

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.

 

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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.

*sigh*


Mischief Managed

July 15, 2018 :: 9:42 AM

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.

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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.

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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…


Unsettled

June 03, 2018 :: 12:56 PM

truth

I haven’t been sewing as much as I’d like to, because… reasons.

A lot of my stuff isn’t coming out perfect (and that’s a huge problem for me) and I don’t want to rush through anything. Which means nothing after work because after dinner feels too late. *sigh*

I’ve been playing a lot of the Sims, which is OK.

I’ve been writing a LOT of Drarry, which is better.

I’ve painted and completely redecorated two rooms. Next up is the hallway. 

I’m trying to get my brain around the fact that this is my life now, but it’s been hard.

It’s been a year and a little over a month and South Florida still feels like a different planet.

I know I’ll get there eventually, and the constant trips to Universal help, but in the mean time…

I just feel so unsettled. It’s like when I moved to Toledo all over again. 

Blah.

 

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