I love London…

and the hipster-fandom war continues

THE HIPSTERS HAVE THE CREDITS

I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard at a hipster post…

And they wonder why we don’t like them.

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It’s a “Hunger Games” morning over here. Apparently, I need a reminder that I can survive being unemployed and bored out of my mind. And alone. We can’t forget alone.

I’m not a social person, but I do miss being surrounded by people. Even people I don’t like very much. That makes this even harder.

But I’ve settled into a pattern of sorts: drop Guinness off at day care, watch Doctor Who when I get back, then switch to Supernatural if the reruns are good or watch a movie (preferably an absolutely terrible horror flick on Netflix), and then it’s Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares, and then back to Netflix. If I’m somewhere else in the house, I can normally find some trainwreck TV (I’m partial to the judge shows: Alex, Judy, People’s Court.)

Dog, that makes me sound pathetic, but since I mostly just listen to them, it makes me feel a little less lonely.

I did have some much needed social interaction with people who aren’t my trainer last night when I finally got back to my knitting group.

My knitting group! It’s been so long - it was awesome to see the majority of the old crew. There’s not a lot of newbies, and some women have been in the group for almost 20 years. It was nice. I got a lot done on the Wallaby and decided I’m going to finish my red socks and probably work on a Wallaby for myself when the socks get boring, but without the pocket and hood. I haven’t decided about the hood since I’m not there yet, but the pouch isn’t really my sort of thing.

If I’m going to be taking the trail into Boston, I’ll have plenty of time to knit the socks - they travel well. It’s about 70-80 minutes to Boston by train. It would take me that long to drive and probably three times as long to find a parking space around Downtown Crossing.

But back to the Wallaby: I know. I know. I just vented about how shitty the pattern was. Now that I’ve done one, though, it will be much easier. It will just make much longer since I’m not a child’s size 6. I’m afraid to even look at the pattern right now to see just how many stitches I would need to cast on. Right now, I’m working with 188 and that feels like it’s taking forever.

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My phone interview went really well last night and they told me I’d hear back in one or two weeks. In the meantime, I passed up a part time, temporary bookkeeping job. I had to commit to eight weeks and since I’m starting to get some calls, I don’t want to commit to two months of temp work. Even though I could have started today.

As much as I don’t like the idea of commuting into Boston, the money’s better and this job would be worth it.

Wish me luck. I think I’m going to need it!

Fifteen years

text exchange with “the chicken is boba fett” (the hubs)

I really wasn’t expecting his response. In retribution, I posted the conversation on Facebook and tagged him in it.

So his grandmother could see it.

After fifteen years, he still surprises me…

and that’s why I let him hang around.

Dear Yahoo!, welcome to tumblr

i’d be worried if they chose wincest

It’s been said that the SuperWhoLock fandom is the largest fandom on tumblr. I don’t know if that’s true, but it’s awesome that the SPN fandom decided to welcome Yahoo! in a fashion that truly reflects who we are.

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The other day, I mentioned companies giving email interviews instead of reaching out to do a phone screen… well, one of those actually worked in my favor and I have a phone screen with them tonight. I’m assuming this is interview two out of dog knows how many.

The weirdest thing about this is that this is a type of company I never thought I’d be interested in working for in a million years. It’s a political group that aligns themselves with the majority of things I support: LGBT equality, Planned Parenthood, the ACLU. (Yes, my inner liberal is showing.) But I’ve never been a political person. I wait until the night before election day to finally make my choice as to who to vote for, even if I already have an idea. I figure by that point, the candidates have already said everything they’re going to say. As long as we agree on my four main issues, I’ll vote for that candidate. What scares me about that is that one day, I may have to vote Republican. Of course, I highly doubt that will ever happen, but you never know.

I’m the worst person to talk politics with. I get emotional. I don’t make sense. If we disagree, I’m likely to hate your guts (temporarily) and hold a grudge (not so temporary).

Yeah.

But…it’s in Boston, they haven’t balked at my salary requirements, and I’m actually pretty excited to have the opportunity to work for a company like that.

In my favor: the fact that I worked for an environmentally friendly heating oil company. (No, you read that right. We blended waste vegetable oil into our #2 oil. Lowers the carbon footprint and reduces the dependency on foreign petroleum sources.) Of course, I didn’t take that job because I believed in what the company did, but as time went on and I got more educated, I grew proud of our product. It makes me look all environmentally friendly, even though that’s not one of my pet causes.

(HOLY CRAP! THERE’S A CHARACTER NAMED “AMY POND” IN THIS EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL! When fandoms collide…)

Also in my favor: I also have a degree in marketing and experience in market research and advertising. Political group - they work on campaigns, so they may need new ways to get their message out.

Despite the ridiculous amounts of resumes I’m sending out, there are some positions I would kill for. THOSE are the ones I’m spending hours on - rearranging my resume to highlight what they’re looking for in the first few bullet points, and writing cover letters that dig into the job description and give details on what I did.  The others get a half-assed cover letter and a resume.

They hit three out of the four: equality, civil rights, reproductive rights. If I could work for a company that pushes for those causes…

Well, let’s put it this way…

It ain’t Sig Sauer.

Never apply logic to Who

never change, tumblr, never change

Can we…

Can we just…

When David Tennant was little, he wanted to be the Doctor.

He married the 5th Doctor’s real-life daughter.

Who then played HIS daughter in Who.

Who then gave birth to his daughter in real life.

So… the Doctor’s daughter played the Doctor’s daughter and then gave birth to the Doctor’s daughter.

BOOM.

Bored. Kinda.

it’s all cumberbatch’s fault, really

I really do love how Sherlock’s pronunciation of John’s name has become wildly accepted. It pops up everywhere in the fandom. Even my fan fiction.

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I’ve been sticking to trying to apply for 5-ish jobs a day, at a minimum, and the majority of those cannot be through recruiters. For every recruiter I apply to, I have two find two more positions. I’m aiming high and hoping for the middle. I guess it could be worse… Maybe some of these companies will see my resume and be all “OOOH! SHE’S PROBABLY CHEAP! LET’S BRING HER IN.”

It’s a nice fantasy. Right?

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I’m currently taking advantage of being (temporarily?) less depressed than I have been by working on craft projects. I have some thank you cards I’m making as part of a wedding gift and I’m working on my Wonderful Wallaby. The cards are easy. The sweater? Not so much. I vented on Facebook that the company that wrote the pattern really sucks. The pattern really does suck, not because it’s hard to knit (it’s actually pretty enjoyable and I can see why they become pretty addictive), but because it’s written in a conversational fashion.

Instead of saying, “knit for a thousand rounds,” it says “So we went to the lake and had a wonderful summer. The kids love to swim and oh, by the way, go ahead and knit for a few rounds. We think it would look awesome if you made it really long… a thousand rounds should do.” OK. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much.

Now imagine trying to join sleeves to a sweater body when the pattern is written so conversationally. Lots of Google.  Print outs of drawings. Falling down the rabbit hole that is Ravelry… to finally have that blinding flash of the obvious and attaching those suckers to the body. Apparently, I’m not the only one frustrated by “After we got ice cream, we knit three stitches, then backed up and moved the six previous stitches to a holder. By the way, I had strawberry ice cream. It was good. Where was I? Oh yeah, then you want to knit all the stitches except the twelve you moved to the holders. Do you like ice cream, too? What’s your favorite flavor?”

Yeah, still an exaggeration, but still very close to the actual pattern wording.

It’s like manic me decided to write a knitting pattern.

*sigh*