"I waste so much time in my life. I could’ve accomplished so much more, but I have no dreams, like real dreams. I sit at home thinking about "how come nobody with a Lamborghini never pulls up next to me like ‘hey man, you want this car?’" I’m like "F*ck yeah, I do! YES! I got a Lamborghini today!" It just never happens. I think that’s wasted energy."
-Daniel Tosh on “Completely Serious”
I often daydream about making money off doing things that don’t pertain to me getting an actual job. Like making popular videos on Youtube or an awesome podcast, being a famous blogger, selling my art, or marrying a rich guy. I also drag my friends into my weird daydreams in hopes they would actually go along with my ridiculous ideas like making videos with me or podcasting. Sadly enough they have no problems saying no to my face without guilt. Haha /cries
Although realistically in my honest opinion it doesn’t matter what I do, even if it doesn’t pay well and I actually enjoy what I do, that I would still be happier than being miserable at a high paying job.
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.
Fandom is focus. Fandom is obsession. Fandom is insatiable consumption. Fandom is sitting for hours in front of a TV screen a movie screen a computer screen with a comic book a novel on your lap. Fandom is eyestrain and carpal tunnel syndrome and not enough exercise and staying up way, way past your bedtime.
Fandom is people you don’t tell your mother you’re meeting. Fandom is people in the closet, people out and proud, people in costumes, people in T-shirts with slogans only fifty others would understand. Fandom is a loud dinner conversation scaring the waiter and every table nearby.
Fandom is you in Germany and me in the US and him in Australia and her in Japan. Fandom is a sofabed in New York, a roadtrip to Oxnard, a friend behind a face in London. Fandom talks past timezones and accents and backgrounds. Fandom is conversation. Communication. Contact.
Fandom is drama. Fandom is melodrama. Fandom is high school. Fandom is Snacky’s law and Godwin’s law and Murphy’s law. Fandom is smarter than you. Fandom is stupider than you. Fandom is five arguments over and over and over again. Fandom is the first time you’ve ever had them.
Fandom is female. Fandom is male. Fandom lets female play at being male. Fandom bends gender, straight, gay, prude, promiscuous. Fandom is fantasy. Fandom doesn’t care about norms or taboos or boundaries. Fandom cares too much about norms and taboos and boundaries. Fandom is not real life. Fandom is closer than real life. Fandom knows what you’re really like in the bedroom. Fandom is how you would never, could never be in the bedroom.
Fandom is shipping, never shipping, het, slash, gen, none of the above, more than the above. Fandom is love for characters you didn’t create. Fandom is recreating the characters you didn’t create. Fandom is appropriation, subversion, dissention. Fandom is adoration, extrapolation, imitation. Fandom is dissection, criticism, interpretation. Fandom is changing, experimenting, attempting.
Fandom is creating. Fandom is drawing, painting, vidding: nine seasons in four minutes of love. Fandom is words, language, authoring. Fandom is essays, stories, betas, parodies, filks, zines, usenet posts, blog posts, message board posts, emails, chats, petitions, wank, concrit, feedback, recs. Fandom is writing for the first time since you were twelve. Fandom is finally calling yourself a writer.
Fandom is signal and response. Fandom is a stranger moving you to tears, anger, laughter. Fandom is you moving a stranger to speak.
Fandom is distraction. Fandom is endangering your job, your grades, your relationships, your bank account. Fandom gets no work done. Fandom is too much work. Fandom was/is just a phase. Fandom could never be just a phase. Fandom is where you found a friend, a sister, a kindred spirit. Fandom is where you found a talent, a love, a reason.
Fandom is like fire and ice and rage. Fandom is like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. Fandom is ancient and forever. Fandom burns at the center of time and can see the turn of the universe…
Tag, you're it!
Here are the rules:
Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people . Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs.
I keep avoiding this because it’s hard to come up with interesting facts about myself, but I must answer!
1. For months I’ve been waiting to get a kitten because my roommate promised he let me have one once he got his new job, but now that I have one, I wish I would’ve gone for an older cat. One that didn’t use me as a scratching post and attack me while I’m working on things.
2. I love storms. Like thunder storms and such more than any other kind of weather. Probably because it’s more exciting to watch. And it somehow puts me in a creative mood. I used to like snow til I came to Wyoming, now I hate it.
3. I prefer to listen to comedy while I’m working on artwork. Music tends to distract me because then I end up daydreaming which ends in me not getting much done.
4. I like watching paranormal shows. Even if the ‘evidence’ is fake, I like hearing gruesome histories of really old places. And some of them tend to freak me out, while I’m watching them at night and then I think I keep hearing noises of people entering my appartment when really it’s just my neighbors upstairs stomping around or whatever. LOL don’t judge me.
5. Nowadays, I’m very skeptical about watching any new anime that’s becoming ‘popular’. It could probably be the best show ever but the fans just ugh ruin it for me to ever try it out. I tend to be into certain things that very little people are into, which makes me sad because then I have hardly anyone to talk to about it.
6. I love going to arts and crafts stores and office supply stores. Though it horrible for my wallet because I can never leave them with spending it on stuff that I will most likely never use. Like the large amount of art supplies that just sits in the corner of my room.
7. Sometimes I’m too much of a doormat.
8. A couple of months ago I bought a lot of anime and I still haven’t sat down to watch most of them.
9. I lose contact with a lot of people, but I never stop thinking about them. I just never know what to say to them. Same with online friends. Nowadays I just watch what they do without ever saying anything. :C
10. I apparently can fall asleep anywhere except in a plane. And it usually won’t take long for me to actually fall asleep. My friends are so jealous. haha.
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If you're someone who's so terribly wonderful who deserves
all the love in the world, someone will put this in your ask.
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#hi katsu #i see you on skype #but i'm just going to be silly
awww ;w; Thanks.<3333 First time getting one of these.
Probably for the better anyways. I’m just getting frustrated with these stupid shrinky dinks and burning my fingers in the oven. And trying to get Zazzy to stop attacking me. ;A;
And this totally reminds me to answer all these other things in my inbox because I keep forgetting I have them for whatever reason.
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
“Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
2. Second Important Lesson - “Pickup In The Rain”
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.
A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.”
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3. Third Important Lesson - “Remember Those Who Serve”
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “50¢,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “35¢!” she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
4. Fourth Important Lesson - “The Obstacles In Our Path”
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand - “Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.”
5. Fifth Important Lesson - “Giving When It Counts”
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Mostly due to the fact that my kitty is sleeping in a way that inconveniences me. Like sleeping on my chest. Or when she decides she wants to play with the cursor on the screen. Or laying on my arm so I only have one hand to type with.
This cat is going to walk all over me. And I forever will have nothing done.