I shoulda known better
You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd.
Nerds didn’t use to be cool, but in the 90’s that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn’t quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and “geek is chic.” The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)!
91% Nerd, 52% Geek, and 48% Dork. *Bites lip* Um. Yeah, I know I’m nerdy, but that bad? 91% is harsh, man. Harsh.
Think of Reid, DreamingOfNothing. Think of Reid. He’d be blowing these scores out of the water, like every other test he’s ever taken.
…. And so I don’t want to play Scrabble anymore. Or do the crossword. Or read Wikipedia.
~DreamingOfNothing
P.S. Sorry for not posting for – has it been a week? Something like that. I’ve been busy. For real this time, not just I’m too busy watching TV to deal with you busy.
Bleeding Banshees!
Death Note is kind of awesome. Even though my homework is totally undone now. I blame you, BlindinglyArticulate!
Also, the HP fan animations are even more brilliant after reading Chapter One. Draco + Death Note = Total Win. I hope he makes more of those.
(If you want to know what on earth I’m talking about, click here. She links to both)
Anyway, homework. But since you’ve gone to school, BA, I wanted to tell you that I thought it was freaking awesome.
And yeah, you’re bending me to your will. Skype you later.
To everyone else: Yes, I’m using the blog as my own personal messaging system. That’s all this thing is, really, when it’s not a post-it note. I should call this blog Post-it Note. But then I’d probably end up calling it Death Note or something and I just changed the name, anyway.
Homework. Right.
~DreamingOfNothing
Sugar
Shadow Unit. Late. Plus Evanescence and a weekend of shitty opinion of myself.
Not a pleasant combination, I’ll tell you that. Particularly when this month’s tidbit features anorexic teens. Particularly when these writers are too damn good.
I don’t – I don’t think about it, much. It’s not like every time I pass a mirror I think about it. But it’s there, you know, whenever you really see who you are, what you’re in.
(The whole Shadow-Unit-Evanescence-1AM-thing may be why I’m incoherent. S’okay. I’m not writing for you, interwebs)
And it’s not like – I hate fasting, whenever we have to. It’s terrible. But there’s still that victory, when the day’s over and you haven’t eaten, because you’re not supposed to. And you feel like you’ve achieved something, because you’ve beaten yourself. It’s a rush like nothing else.
So sometimes I scare myself, and then I have to research to scare myself back – tachycardia, osteoporosis, kidney failure, horrible ways to die – and then I’m okay again. Because I’m not like some people, always checking their waists and clambering on scales. But sometimes I do see the cellulite, gross, hanging off me like clothing I can’t take off. And I have to pull the big words out again, to remind me.
And contrary to common – previous – belief, I don’t want to die. And that’s why things like Sugar scare me half to death and make my stomach ache, because it’s not wrong. And girls do starve themselves to death, all the time.
And so even though it’s dark in here and I couldn’t see myself if I tried, I’m not going to look. I’m not going to frown at myself, I’m not going to think about how easy it would be to just stop for a while. Until it gets better. Because it never, ever does.
Godawful things. All over.
~DreamingOfNothing
Not to Be
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
“Actually, who are you not to be?”
-Marianne Willamson
Not to break that silence, but Oh My God did you see?
~DreamingOfNothing
House on Fire
o_O.
Wish I’d known about that particular emoticon at Bloodline. Ah well.
Also, sorry for being so late. Pesach and all.
***SPOILERIES. FOR CM 04-19***
Wow. I don’t think I’ve done of these since JJ came back. Bad llama.
1. Garcia. I’m afraid she has to come first, because she was a super-major character here.
I liked how she had to swamp through their world for once, even if it did mean that she didn’t have her signature giggles. It gives her depth, I think, instead of just being the comic relief. And it was hard for her, so hard, (“I want to think that the world is full of awesome people but all of this is giving me pause… I want to go back to cyperspace.”) and I can identify with her because, even though I watch this show voluntarily and love getting into people’s minds, she’s right – it’s hard to see the good in people if ‘you’re trying to find what god-awful thing happened to them to make them do something god-awful to somebody else,’ as she said. And I like being able to see the good in people, which I was having a bit of a problem with back when I started with this show, nearly a year ago.
Now I can, though, and it’s so hard. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t keep doing it, because it’s part of who I am now. And trying to see both sides of humanity and not look away – that’s something I can’t stop. That’s something I have to keep doing.
2. Hotch. He was his repressed self most of the ep, but then at the end – at the end he actually steps out of his armor and tells Garcia that she did a great job. And that he never wants her to stop seeing the best in people. Which was really abnormal of him, but that’s something about Hotch. He can step out of Agent Hotchner if his team really needs Aaron right then.
3. Morgan, Rossi, Emily, JJ, Reid – they were all good. Nothing sticks out to me, right now.
4. UNSUB. And said god-awful thing that happened to him to make him do something god-awful to 36 other people. And his screwed up love-map, and incest-y self.
I don’t think he was right. I’m against incest, from a genetic perspective and a squick perspective. But – that doesn’t mean that I thought Small Town America should lynch the guy. That was – that was screwed up. There would have been different ways to handle that.
I usually love Small Town America. Rural places. That’s where I spent a good part of my childhood, and I loved it. But the one thing that I can’t – and will never be able to – accept about STA is their intolerance.
I’m not saying rural places are intolerant as a rule. But – look at where gay-bashing or racism or beating up teenagers who lust after their sisters happens. It’s out in the boondocks.
That’s all I really think I have to say about the matter. Case closed.
***SPOILERS OVER***
Passover food? Completely sucks.
But being the exact same size as my lil’sis who’s a clothing obsessive? Doesn’t suck. I’m wearing her jacket right now. I wonder how long it’ll take her to notice.
~DreamingOfNothing
armageddon isn’t loud
It’s nearly eleven, so I’m just shooting this off (don’t laugh) and am stricken by this planet.
Let me cite you the big news articles, tonight:
Dead baby found in teen’s room
Disabled woman accused of luring teens into sex with pot, booze
Detective tracks worldwide child porn
Younger sister accidentally shoots 7-year-old girl
Baby boy found dead in day care van
Dead newborn’s parents, 14 and 20, arrested
‘Judge Judy’ again punished for rudeness
“I think I’ll hit rock bottom come time to put them in the ground.”
With the exception of Judge Judy’s rudeness, these are all crimes against kids. (The last one’s about the wife of the dad who killed his five children and then himself last week).
If this was a few weeks ago, I’d think it was a sick April Fool’s joke. But it isn’t, unless someone’s hacking the site and trying to screw with our minds.
Two of them are about the same case, if that helps – the fourteen-year-old who was raped and killed her son after she gave birth in her bedroom, without her mother ever knowing about the pregnancy.
It may be late, but all this just makes me want to cry, to be honest.
~DreamingOfNothing
Toddlers in Tiaras
Yes, it’s Pesach, also known as Passover. And yes, that means that I’m not allowed to blog today. But I have reinterpreted the rules to mean, ‘Blogging Every Day April, Or At Least Thirty Times.’ But BEDAOALTT doesn’t flow off the tongue. Anyway, this a post that I wrote before today.
I watched Toddlers in Tiaras the other night (yes, it’s Wednesday) and it disturbed me about as much as it usually does. Almost more, this time, because it was all just so obvious.
*Spoilers – plus, if you didn’t see this, you probably will have no clue what I’m talking about*
The one little girl – Taralynn – so obviously wasn’t doing it because she wanted to. She wanted to spend time with her mommy, and impress her mommy, and if she was good at this, her mommy was happy. She basically said it.
And the little boys, Hayden (I think) and Maverick, weren’t into it at all. Which made perfect sense – they were two and three, for goodness sake. And they were boys. Little girls usually like feeling like princesses – heck, most female people like it. But boys don’t. Most of them.
The one thing that really cinched it for me, though? Was when Taralynn won and Faith was crying by the elevator. She’s five. They spout all that stuff about it building confidence, but Faith didn’t look like her confidence had been built.
And honestly, I can’t see how it builds confidence if they have to do so much stuff to them. Fake hair, fake tans, fake teeth – ‘Yes, honey, you’re beautiful. But only after we cover you with things.’
Little girls (and boys, for that matter) are pretty. They’re gorgeous. They’re like that before all this stuff – and more so, before, I think, because after they’ve been made up and styled and have their flippers in, they don’t look like little girls. They look like little grownups.
And that’s what it’s for, at the end of the day. The grownups. Mothers living vicariously through their kids.
And so even though I love my homeland of Texas with all my heart, I still have to hold this against it. Because this is huge in Texas, and it’s not right.
I did, however, laugh when I heard that Faith lived in Humble, Texas. There’s something inherently wrong about a beauty pageant contestant living in a town named Humble.
~DreamingOfNothing
SPOILERY SPARKLE!
Not Cullen sparkle. Way cooler sparkle.
Yes I know I’ve been bad and not really posting, but I’ve been busy. And I wasn’t even going to blog today, because I’m sooper busy and also I haven’t done it in a week or something.
But but but I am here to say just a few things:
MY LIFE, OR IMPORTANT THINGS WITHIN, IN A BULLETED LIST:
- Pesach is a great holiday once you get past the cleaning and sucky food.
- Birkat HaChama (which I will talk more about later, probably during Pesach, because it’s awesome and I want to chatter about it) actually happened for us today, even though the sun was out for a grand total of thirteen seconds.
- Neil Gaiman is apparently Jewish. Who’da thought.
- Know who else is Jewish? Simon. And that’s what I’m here for in the first place, really.
Anyone who has read City of Glass, as well as the first two books, (meaning NOT YOU, BA) click this link. It’s a post on Cassandra Clare’s blog, about CoG and other stuff.
If you have not read CoG and named BlindinglyArticulate, I will copy and paste here the relevant info. (It’s now that I want lj cuts). (Note: I’m also likely to spoil something, in my nattering on, so if you haven’t read this trilogy and don’t want anything ruined, skip this post).
Question: So does that mean you’re never going to write about any of these characters again? Will there be more books about the characters from CoB/A/G?Answer: Well, I’m already writing about at least one of them — Magnus is in The Infernal Devices and is a pretty important character. At the moment the whole epilogue is from his point of view. There is also one character in the MI series whose story I do feel is unfinished in the sense that the whole series actually serves as an origin story for him, rather than being about the most crucial events in his life specifically. That character is Simon.
Simon is the only one of the characters for whom I have sketched out a story about what happens to him after the series, and the only one for whom I have begun to plot out a new story arc, bring in a new villain, develop a new plot and setting, all that.
So the answer to “Are there going to be more books about the characters from CoB/CoA/CoG?” is: I am working on an outline for a series that focuses on Simon. The other characters would be in it, but I can’t say how central they’d be. I also can’t say when it will be published or anything — all I’ve got is an outline, which I have not showed to my publisher. If they do want it, and I hope they do, it’ll be at least a few years before it ever comes out: the Clockwork books are next, and nothing’s going to change that.
(The above was edited slightly, in an attempt to keep as much spoilery info out as possible)
So in a nutshell, if Cassie ever writes a book about Simon, I might die. Of pure ecstasy. Because – I’m sorry, BA – but Simon is my favorite character in those books. For sure. Particularly – well. Shutting up now.
So I’ll be going back to work now, and over the holiday I hope to study the parts in the series with Vampire!Simon’s POV, because I badly want to know how on earth she wrote this whole vampire thing. I have this very important scene that I’ve been playing with, just to see how her emotions work, and I really need to figure out vampire physiology. How their bodies respond to stress and fear and anger and whatnot.
Anyway. That’s my mom. Going back to work.
~DreamingOfNothing
*peeps over desk, again*
Instead of talking about my day, I’m just going to describe my surroundings, because they seem to me to be eerily reflective of my day.
My April calendar with the pictures of castles on it is so marked up that you can barely see the castle. Which is sad, because it’s gorgeous. But it’s obscured by all the notes and events and to-do lists.
Behind me, on my bed, is my ACT prep book and registration packet (testing standby because I’m disorganized – if I can’t test I’ll scream at myself), where I’m trying to figure out how weird it would look to an admission officer to see Planned College Major listed as Biology and Desired Occupation listed as Creative Writer. It makes me giggle.
Also open is PageFour, my writing program which I love because:
- It’s nice and orderly and I can get to anything I want whenever I need it, instead of trawling through zillions of files
- There’s a search function which lets me see my overused words, which is sooper handy
- You can turn the spell check off, which you can do in Word too, but Word’s is much more annoying and frustrating. Basically, Word is demon spawn which I only use if I need the comment-markup function, which unfortunately PageFour doesn’t have.
- Also, the free version doesn’t expire, it just limits how many files you can have. So I’ve been using this program happily for a year and a half.
There I’m working on a story I’m cowriting about vampires, which is way harder than it sounds, particularly when you’re trying to write a dramatic moment. Because vampires, not breathing or having a heartbeat, don’t really show most internal signs of emotion. Which makes a dramatic scene very, very hard from a vampire’s perspective. Since their breathing can’t speed up or blood pound in their ears or anything, really. It’s frustrating.
The vaccum’s still in the corner of my bedroom, after I cleaned today. I’ve been spending a lot of time doing that.
And Simple Plan’s Your Love Is A Lie is playing in my earphones, because my shuffle loves it. As do I, kinda, even though it is not spreading of the cheer.
And my feet are cold.
~DreamingOfNothing
