Thursday, January 24, 2013

Anger is NOT a gift

I will spare you from my ridiculous David Tennant / Tenth Doctor obsession to bring you this factoid:

I love the kids in Black Mountain Symphony so much it’s scary. I don’t know why, but they always seem to give me what I need before I even know I need it.

There’s a lot of ugly going on right now… and I don’t know how to stop it. There’s no one else I can communicate my concerns to and it’s wearing on me. A lot. Too much. I didn’t realize that I was that so out of sorts until a really stupid Facebook comment brought tears to my eyes. I totally had no clue that I needed a kind word to set my world right…

I know… for some one who is so hyper-aware of her moods, I can be awfully daft sometimes.

Even though it’s going to be nearly impossible to fit this into my schedule, I’m headed to Woodstock on Saturday to get my fix. 

A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, you know?

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I’ve decided it’s a hell of a lot more fun to be a teenager on tumblr, obsessing over Delena and loving all things superwholockian, than it is to be a grown up lately.

If you want me, I’ll be over there for a while. Trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Noodle… noodle… noodle.

I went to see my friend C.C. speak today at a Social Media Breakfast New Hampshire meeting.

It’s been YEARS since I last saw him in person, but it didn’t feel like it.

It was energizing to hear him speak, to see the passion that I know he brings to whatever he’s doing.

And, as he does so well, he planted a seed.

I’ve been noodling on this idea for a while - not going into music - but something else. As always, I have to listen to the bipolar, to my brain, and to my heart… the bipolar is telling me something. My brain agrees. My heart is confused.

And that’s OK.

It kind of comes back - full circle - to his idea of the three words.

Today hit on all three of them:

SELF: This change, if I make it, would definitely be huge. It’d be a return to what makes me me.

FAMILY: I got to spend some time with someone I never get to see, but who I adore.

CREATE: It lit a fire under my ass to get back to doing something I used to really love.

I’m not sure what path I want to take, or where it’s going to lead, but it’s nice to know I have choices…

I haven’t felt that way in a long time.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A lasting legacy

I haven’t really known what to say about two major things that have happened kind of back to back… if you know me well, and you really pay attention to my Facebook news feed / UConn athletics, you’ll know why I’m… not right.

I meant to send a get well soon card but I didn’t know the extent of the illness that kept him away from work. My sources were tight-lipped - I’m not sure why all the secrecy other than that’s the kind of person he is - but it sucks to be on the outside looking in. I was afraid that a commercial card would be cheesey.

Then came the news of his resignation. It floored me. It’s still hard for me to comprehend. He was a good man, a boon to the university, and the program wouldn’t be where its headed without him.

HE was the program.

It won’t be the same without him.

I won’t be the same without him.

Thank you, for everything, Coach Marshall.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

When Fandoms Collide

So much to write about, but I’m going to keep it short.

The “Where’s Finnick? Odair he his!” jokes have started to fly again around the THG Fandom.

My Shenny fanfic has so many little things that are popping up in other fan fics, that I think head canon has taken priority over canon in the fandom. There’s so few new canon Shenny moments, that they’ve already been used to death by other writers. Now, we just need the writers to accept our head canon and put the show back to the way it used to be… before Shamy ruined it.

Weeping. Angels. Weeping. FUCKING. Angels. They will be the death of me. Every time I see a statue now, I can’t blink. I keep hearing Ten tell me if I blink I’m dead. The nightmares! Holy crap did I have nightmares after watching “Blink”. That’s when I know a show is gooooooood.

So much other stuff, but I had fandoms on the brain…. so there you go.