The Twilight Cornfield

I watched Doctor Who: Waters of Mars!

Behind the cut is my summary of the episode, my reactions to "next time on Doctor Who", and my random theory on what will happen next series, based only on having seen photos of Eleven and his companion.

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Guys, I totally forgot I had this picture of this INCREDIBLE Persona 2 cosplay of some of the Personae, from Akon XIII. (That's in 2002!) I thought some of you might enjoy it. I wish digital technology was around back then (instead of me relying on disposable cameras) cause HOLY SHITTTTTTTT

You know, looking at the stuff I had, there seemed to be a lot more variety in things people cosplayed? I dunno, maybe I'm just not hip with the new things people are into, but you didn't run around into clones that often.... and just looking at the series, so many different series were represented...

Here, have a really cool Hawaiian chant. :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FJr1gMzrbg

Thankfully I am not tempted by BPAL's Naughty or Nice Inquisition. There are a few scents that sound nice but most don't appeal.

It's rainy and I'm stiff and kind of queasy. more sleep is called for.

Everyone needs to know how much I love The Man from UNCLE. This is one of my favorite episodes, and not just because it's got William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy, pre-Trek, playing off each other and the main cast MAGICALLY.

Also, Illya, I love you. I love you so much.

(In more real-life news: I saw KISS on Sunday, and went to a car show twice last week, and dropped my laptop on the floor. ;_; But it was saved by science. NaNoWriMo has been, well, an interesting experience so far. I start work in a little under two weeks. That's more or less it.)

Thanks to doombuggie's indispensable and much appreciated aid yesterday, I was able to get the paperwork I needed. Bright and early this AM I took my quivering self to the office, where the manager made copies of everything to take to the caseworker (she said she was going in this afternoon) and put a "recieved" stamp on all of the originals.

Nothing I can do now until December 18th. My hands continue to shake.

The cats have been doing their job, though. Last night there was some contention between Anya and Molly as to who would curl up on my chest. Being Boss Cat, Molly won of course, and Anya snuggled up at my side.

I posted this on my dA journal a few weeks back, so now I'll post it here too.

A reported transcript of a radio conversation off the coast of Newfoundland in 1997:

Americans: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision.

Canadians: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision.

Americans: This is the captain of a US Navy warship. I say again, divert your course.

Canadians: No, I say again, you divert your course.

Americans: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS MISSOURI. WE ARE A LARGE WARSHIP OF THE U.S. NAVY. DIVERT YOUR COURSE NOW.

Canadians: This is a lighthouse. Your call.

LULZ

Kelly Services called to let me know that the potential gig has been made manifest. It's in C'ville -- long-ass drive, but an 80-mile daily commute still beats 130-mile daily commute -- and it would likely be 20-30 hours a week working for one of the local government's non-profits. Specifically, I'd be grant-writing and grant-tracking, with research and general winged monkey duties thrown in. That 20-30 hours a week has the possibility to going to a permanent, full-time job...if a) the new boss and I click and b) she decides she even wants to create this position. It pays more and, even if it goes full-time, will still be 250 miles less to drive each week. (That's basically equivalent knocking two full days' drives off my current gig.)

It's that "...if" in there about whether she's going to make this an official position or not that gave me pause when Kelly Services told me this woman wanted me to work tomorrow, then again on Monday and Tuesday of next week. I asked for a bit to think about it and, after looking at numbers and talking to a close friend, a new acquaintance, and my therapist, I decided to call back with my counter-offer: I'll meet with her and work for her for a half-day tomorrow (8 to noon) then shag ass to my current gig, and we'll all assess on Friday about what everyone thinks. I explained that as much as I loathe the HelpDeskThisIsKimberley gig, I can't just up and quit it for a job which may or may not pan out. I can, however, drive 40 miles to C'ville to be there at 8, work four hours, then drive 105 miles the other direction to HelpDeskThisIsKimberley, work eight hours, and finally crawl that 65 miles back home at 11. I can do this once, maybe twice, but I cannot and will not do that to myself daily. It's either going to be that job or the HelpDeskThisIsKimberley job until something better comes along.

(I write this out for my sake because, despite the seemingly inherent no-shit factor here, I do have an urge to try to do this while still working at the tea shop and also volunteering at the museum. I feel obligated to, in fact, because of my debts and other financial concerns. I can't do it, though. I can't and I won't. I don't have to punish myself that way for having been unemployed so long during a recession.)

I would love it if this works out. This will half my current gas expenses, drop my current food bill, and allow me not just improved quality of life but an actual life again. It would also HUGELY reduce my stress. Dear christ. Even if HelpDeskThisIsKimberley didn't have such an epic commute, being screamed at daily for most of eight hours is killing me. To go from such a demoralizing job to a gig where I can bring my passions (even if the job itself isn't what I'm personally passionate about) and do grant stuff, research, and winged monkey work for someone would be just marvelous.

Tomorrow will be exhausting and getting through Friday will probably be its own kind of hell, but I'm off from all jobs on both Saturday and Sunday. Saturday is my dad's birthday. It's his first since he died and I'm struggling a lot right now. I go into the grocery store, see pecans, and instantly I'm crying because pecans were Dad's favorite treat and he'll never enjoy them again. That sort of thing. So, I'll be out of touch all day Saturday because I need to be and I want to be. Sunday, I'll be seeing some friends in a play and possibly even socialize beyond that. Come Monday? I dunno. Maybe I'm at the new job. Maybe I'm at the tea shop. I just don't know yet, but at least it's not a stress-making unknown. Just have to make it through the next two days and then I'll have the downtime I need.

OH HO HO HO HO HO
GUESS WHO DOESN'T HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW
GO ON GUESS HA HA HA HA AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA

seriously guys, i shouldn't be so happy that i fought for tomorrow off but i am

when you work six days a week, i guess it makes you appreciate the extra day off more XD;

orz:
Under Heaven Destruction says:
D: don't mock my lack of punctuation
i'm typing like someone on twitter
Komik says:
nothisissomeonetypingontwittersowecanfillthatdamn140characterlimitfuckimoutofspa

( More whining )

Anyone here listen to or have listened to Yellow Magic Orchestra?

It really seems like nearly all the artists I like or enjoy the works of say they were inspired or influenced by this YMO group. So I gotta know. Anyone?

So apparently some people are in an uproar over President Obama bowing to Emperor Akihito of Japan. Even Miss Manners oh-so-smugly weighs in (not that she's usually relevant to today's world). I fail to see the grave offense; first of all, it is Japan. Everyone bows. Yes, the President isn't just anyone, but it's roughly equivalent to a handshake, and I for one feel that he shouldn't be below him to put forth polite gestures such as it. Second of all, he is the Emperor. Give me a break. Would such uproar take place were Obama to genuflect before the pope?

If one wants to criticise him, I suppose one could correct his form, which was rather awkward. But the simpering about how it either shows weakness or is just Not Done smacks of cultural imperialism, lingering insecurity, and stereotypical US-American arrogance.

Same friend, different (no)context.

V says: Okay, there's now NO EXCUSE for you not to buy AaaaaAAaaaAAAaaAAAAaAAAAA!!!. Steam has it on a 50% off special right now! Only $7.50!
Mel says: Has what?
V says: AaaaaAAaaaAAAaaAAAAaAAAAA!!!
V says: 's a game.
V says: Yes, that's really its name. We throw you off a building and you get points for it.
Mel says: What's its name again?
V says: AaaaaAAaaaAAAaaAAAAaAAAAA!!!
Mel says: I'm impressed. Either you c/ped that name, or you're a damn good typer
V says: Damn good typoer.
Mel says: ....
V says: ... well that's an ironic typo.

FUCKING HACA>

Fucking bureaucracy. Fucking paperwork.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT


MY LAB NOTEBOOK FOR ONE OF MY CLASSES IS DUE THIS FRIDAY

I THOUGHT IT WAS DUE THE WEEK BEFORE FINAL EXAMS

AS IN AFTER THANKSGIVING

AS IN I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TIME TO GET CAUGHT UP ON THE LAB ASSIGNMENTS OVER THANKSGIVING


AS IN I AM TOTALLY SCREWED BECAUSE I ALSO HAVE AN ESSAY DUE TOMORROW IN ANOTHER CLASS NOT TO MENTION ANOTHER 1300 WORDS TO ADD TO A MINIMUM-OF-2000-WORD ESSAY FOR THAT SAME CLASS BY NEXT WEDNESDAY AND I CAN'T LEAVE ALL THOSE WORDS FOR THIS WEEKEND BECAUSE I WILL NEVER GET IT DONE ON TIME

Wait, okay, I can email the lab TA and ask for an extension through my Disability Resource Center accommodations.

SHIT NO I CAN'T BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED THAT I NEVER SENT THE DOCUMENTATION DIRECTLY TO THE TA. I SENT IT TO THE PROFESSOR BUT I NEVER SENT IT TO THE TA SO I CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING


Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff----

;_;

GUYS. Guys, something ODD just happened. I just went to check my email and found three new ones in my inbox, all from FF.net and all regarding a silly little Avatar/Iron Man one-shot I wrote back in early September for shits n' giggles, and all from someone named eaglehead: a Review Alert, a Favorite Story Alert, and an Author Alert. So I went and checked out their profile out of curiosity, and... it's entirely empty and created today. The only thing in it is a single story on their Favorites list-- mine.


Guys, I... I think someone created an account on FF.net solely for my silly little one-shot. O_O I don't know if I should feel flattered or startled. Both??? Although this story has attracted some curious folk before. A couple weeks after I posted it this person named Cylon One started sending me all these messages about it, pointing out an alleged misspelling in the summary (I wrote "pwn", they thought I meant "own"), telling me how much they enjoyed the story, repeated requests for sequels, ideas for potential sequels. It was flattering but also head-scratchy. LOL INTERNET????

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x14 Gensomaden Saiyuki
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x10 Umineko no Naku Koro ni

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After some N.E.W.T. Orientation, they started transfiguring an apple to a mango which was hard since you must change the color of the red apple to a yellow one. Ron had so much difficulty he changed his apple to a red mango that made Harry sick. It looked like someone pour blood on it. Hermione had no difficulty, like always, she perfectly changed her apple to a yellow mango earning her ten points to Gryffindor.

“How did you do that?” said Ron as they went down to the Greenhouses for Herbology.

“I learn Ron, not ask” said Hermione as they stopped at the entrance of the greenhouse since it was occupied by second years.

How many times have I read Quaffles, Anyone? and why am I reading it again?

Apparently, because a desperate and grief-stricken Rose absorbed the Time Vortex and saved the Doctor's life only for him to suck it out her & regenerate, that the remnant power of the Vortex has been slowly turning him mad, as we saw in Waters of Mars.

Okay! Sweet theory, must admit.

Oh, did I mention IT'S ALL ROSE'S FAULT? Cause she made him regenerate and she "selfishly" took the Vortex in her (because fuck, in her severely emotional state, she couldn't remember anything from Boom Town -- HOW DARE SHE HAS FEELINGS FOR HER BEST FRIEND/GIRLCRUSH ARRRGH) and if Rose was still around after Doomsday, she would have just fucked him up even more and egged him on to be a lonely god of emoness.

I LOOK FOR LOGIC; I FIND NONE. I FIND NOOOOOOONE. ;______;

FAN THEORY I JUST MADE UP GUYS REALLY: The Ninth Doctor takes the Vortex energy out of Rose to SAVE HER LIFE and accidentally sees everything, including the break of the time lock surrounding the War by the Master and the ~triumphant return~ of Gallifrey. When he regenerates, he forgets, but the closer he comes to the event horizon when everything will change (SUP "END OF TIME") his mind slowly turns against him to keep him from remembering. Thus, the madness and arrogance and Lonely God shtick we've been seeing, the constant reinforcing of I'M SO ALOOOOONE AND THE ONLY TIME LORD ;_____; ---- so he never remembers that Gallifrey is coming back, until it becomes impossible to hold back and that ---- swush. (Swush?)

Gallifrey comes back, the Time War is broken out of his lock, insert some crap with Daleks, and by the end the Doctor is no longer alone and also looks like that one chap from Party Animals. SWUSH! REGENERATE!

Yeah?

Sorry about the radio silence, guys. Stressed all to hell. Sleeping whenever I can. Have had to be awake today. Feel like 'm going to be sick. Big, stressy meeting tomorrow. This is not good.