A Day Well Spent

I got off my night shift at about seven this morning and drove to the nearest Walmart where I purchased season 6 of Supernatural.

The radio knew what I was doing, apparently, and immediately began talking about Jared Padalecki and "the guy who was in Days of Our Lives, whatever his name is." Clearly they're big fans who understand how ridiculed Jensen is by his cast mates.

So at that point I'm like:



Because I'm fairly certain the only reason they would say that is if they were paid to. ...Or else they're massive fans.

Anyway, I woke up around 3 and finished Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian. (WHICH I LOVED. Rick Riordan is one of my favorite people right now.)

Around this time, my roommates were both around and we spent about a half hour thoroughly amusing ourselves by piling onto one of our beds and mocking each other.

We then decided that, instead of making ourselves good, informed, people via a serious discussion about arts by Colum McCann, we would order pizza (which we neither need nor deserve) and watch Supernatural.

We ended up watching the more interesting episodes (read: the ones with enough hilarity and gay that made the other episodes worth it).

I love it. SO. MUCH. I watched like...four or five episodes before work. Which is where I'm at now. Working. :(

Porn on the Internet (Or,This is when my mother weeps)

I have a bone to pick with some of the statistics floating around in the news. Okay...it's actually just one statistic and my mother will be horrified to read this but I need to get this out!

A recent statistic claims that social networking sites are not the number one use of internet.

I DO NOT AND WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS! EVER!

I'm sorry, but there's just no way that porn- the thing that has dominated the internet since it was born- would be taken over by Facebook.

Seriously- I refuse to believe it.

Now, I can understand the concept of social networking sites getting more traffic- Facebook alone probably has more unique users per day than all the porn combined. This makes sense, as it's accessible to people of all ages and generally won't offend the crazy old hairy bald guy walking behind you while you enjoy some internet.

But, the majority of the time it's a brief check to respond to an invite, look at a picture or post one was tagged in, or to upload pictures or whatnot.

The other 97% of the time you're on a porn website with Facebook open just for funsies.

I mean...come on. We're actually just a generation of creepers. We sometimes spend hours creeping around on profiles or through pictures, but I would say that's a small portion of Facebook users.

And they're just too embarrassed to watch porn...or they have no friends and have already watched all the porn.

But porn requires attention. You're certainly not going to spend an hour downloading a video- risking the health of your computer- just to have it on in the background.

Not to mention that there's so much more than just videos! There's all kinds of written smut on the internet, all kinds of comics and images in general that I would bet my nonexistent love life get more, uh, quality time than any social networking site.

But yeah, I guess my overall point is that while social networking sites may get a gazillion hits per day, they will never uproot porn from its place at the top.

COMIC-CON!!!!!!!!!

So I went to Comic-Con International out in San Diego last week. This had been a life goal of mine for about ten years- TOTALLY DESERVED IT!

It was so wonderful! I got to walk around with roughly 30,000 people who mostly understood every reference I could imagine making.

Seriously, I don't know if I could have had a better time (aside from the fact that we missed our plane connections both ways because Delta kinda sucks apparently).

My friends and I were out there for a week and it was amazing! The weather was perfect (though we all got sunburned), the con was great, SeaWorld is FANTASTIC, and all around we had a great time as a group.

Also, I GOT TO HUG VIC MIGNOGNA!!!! And got his autograph! And he liked my shirt!!!!

AND I GOT TO SEE MISHA COLLINS IN PERSON! (Though I didn't get to give him the shirt I bought for him back in February >_> probably a good thing.) I also got to see JENSEN ACKLES and JARED PADALECKI!!! (But I haven't posted about how they should take over the world so they're a little less relevant to this post BUT NOT BY MUCH!!!)

Every Supernatural person that I love was there! Including Jim Beaver and Mark Sheppard (since the jerk couldn't come to ValleyCon where I could actually speak to him). The only ones missing were Richard Speight Jr. and Sebastian Roche (again, probably a good thing because I have loved Sebastian Roche for about fourteen years and probably would have told him that I miss his long curly hair even though I don't!!).

I also purchased a pre-signed Misha Collins autograph card just because I could. He came with a side helping of Rob Benedict and Julie McNiven! Yay!

Let's see...I MET SHERRILYN KENYON!!! The woman who practically destroyed any hope I have of being a normal person with her delicious smutty romance novels!! I told her to just write the next book in this one series and she told me she had rewritten it twice! I can't even bring myself to write enough for one book!!!

Um...I saw the Being Human cast and loved loved loved Sam Huntington telling us that he, Meaghan, and Sam Witwer had all had sex together, even if it wasn't true.

Dear God! I SAW JASON ISAACS!!! He stopped by the Harry Potter fandom panel and we were all like "OMG WE LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU PLAY A BAD GUY!!!"

Lastly- THEY GIVE AWAY SO MUCH SWAG THEY ALSO GIVE OUT BAGS TO HOLD IT ALL! I got like...four free shirts, three free books, seven different magazines and comics, a couple free bags if you include this lovely bag. Isn't it beautiful? I had to steal mine from some woman because I got frickin' Vampire Diaries which meant I was never getting anything for that crap.

Onto more serious things (not really), I kept a terrific video journal of what all we were doing and on which days. As soon as I get my computer to properly function, I will try uploading video to this bad boy! My brother got a good laugh out of them when I screened them...they're really bad and have swearing in them but I enjoyed doing it for all of 10 minutes on the trip!

Finally, as I mentioned SeaWorld before I want to say it again- it is FANTASTIC! If you ever have the chance to go, DO IT! (Bring lots and lots of sunscreen and water bottles!)

LOL at Facebook

So, I recently determined that being allowed on Facebook at around 3 am is just about the worst possible thing for me to do.

I'm a night auditor, so it's not like any of my friends are on, but I will always be on. Because the actual amount of work we have to do ends at about 2 most nights (there are exceptions where we don't finish until like...5, but those are definitely the exceptions).

So I end up essentially spamming on peoples' walls and news in general.

This led me to believe that I should probably not be allowed on. Which led me to my settings page, hoping there was some kind of "lock-out" option for certain time gaps. (This should exist, BTW. People wouldn't be able to change it and might actually get their homework and other shit done.)

But I found no such thing.

Instead, I found "Account Security." Within "Account Security" is a list of places Facebook believes that I've been logging in from- based on my internet service provider and wireless carrier.

Here's the list of places it thinks that I've been:
May 26- Memphis, TN
May 27-28- Kansas City, MO
June 7-8- Back in Memphis
June 10- Sioux Falls, SD
June 11- Livingston, NJ
June 13-14- finally got it right with Fargo, ND.

I mean...seriously? I wish I traveled that much. But come on Facebook!

So I had a good laugh about their inability to actually locate me. If anyone is on the run from the FBI or IRS or something, don't worry, Facebook won't get you caught unless you stay in the same place for over a month.

In other news, still not king yet. Though I'm thrilled to be celebrating the 10-year Anniversary of the release of The Fellowship of the Ring movie this December! My life has never been the same since I learned what true obsession was from this glorious trilogy. *sigh*

(Anyone who didn't understand that, click here.)

In other, other news, I'm going to be a proper writer tomorrow and go buy a sad coffee at a Starbucks and spend my whole day writing. It's going to be wonderful. Because I'm too lazy to spend a half hour driving home and then back to work after only eight hours. (Somehow it doesn't seem worth it. So I guess I'm going to be trying gym showers after I exercise in the morning =/ )

Lastly, I'm torn between growing out my hair or cutting it again. Decisions, decisions. On the one hand, I prefer short hair because it's cheaper and I don't have to do anything to it. On the other hand, sometimes I want long hair.

It's currently at this awkward length where it's kind of uncomfortable- you know where it's too short to tie back but too long to ignore? It's also shorter than my brother's hair, which is sort of giving me a complex.

Inconsistent Blog is Inconsistent

It's so sad that this was so so very consistent at the beginning but now I'm kind of like "pffff whatevs."

It makes me sad for my future. Oh well- I'll manage somehow.

I decided at work tonight that I'm going to write a book at work. For real this time, not like the last time I said it where I had the idea and then decided no one would read it.

I'm gonna do it!

And, if I'm lucky, maybe I'll finish it by Christmas so I can get it published and then be like "that's right, Oprah's Book Club author!"

...yeah, my life is really this sad that these are the things I contemplate at work.

So yes, other than that I really want to give you all this:



You need to understand. Everyone knows, and we are proud of it! It makes me laugh every. single. time.

In other news, still working on that Darwinism thing. And my room is still...roomish. I kind of like my mattress being on the floor- I've wanted to do it since I was in junior high but my rooms have always been too small. I may continue in this fashion.

Also, I bought a camcorder!!! So I may end up randomly posting silly videos here. Yay!

The World Through the Eyes of Slash Fan (Part III): A Blessing and a Curse

Based on recent events (for those of you who don't want to go look at the pretty picture/ can't tell who they are anyway- it's Robert Pattinson KISSING Taylor Lautner at the MTV movie awards), my roommates and I have concluded that slash fans (otherwise known as "girls who like boys who like boys") are no longer a subculture.

We have moved into the great big world of...culture. WE ARE VICTORIOUS! Seriously though, it's kind of exciting to see that we don't necessarily have to hide anymore.

So yay! We're not exactly freaks who hide in basements and have credos like "the first rule of slashing is that you don't talk about slashing"- because, really, what's the point of slashing if you can't talk and squeal about it with other people who are slashing?

It's fantastic and fun and I love it. We have loads of fun and are some of the most enthusiastic fans you will find.

Unfortunately, I realize that there are some...counterproductive facets to my beloved culture.

Primarily- everything, EVERYTHING, is seen through hot-pink-hued "gay goggles." We can find something to slash in pretty much anything, and we will- rational or not- we will slash it.

This means irritating people around us who are less inclined toward slash. And possibly being banned from speaking during certain things...like Supernatural or X-Men First Class

Now, were I not a 20-something female and was already on in my years and wasn't failing Darwinism 101 and had managed to snag a guy and produce grandchildren for my parents to spoil, being a not-so-closet slash fan probably wouldn't be a problem. Probably. (I know of several really good slashfic authors who fall into the category I just mentioned.)

The sad thing, though, is that I am a 20-something female and I haven't yet passed Darwinism 101 and done above mentioned things.

And I am a not-so-closet slash fan.

What this means, is that on top of trying to convince some unfortunate guy that I'm not a waste of space, said unfortunate guy also has to contend with my gay goggles.

In other words, he would have to put up with me sometimes imagining him with other dudes. If I'm extremely lucky, he'll subscribe to Kinsey and call himself a 90-10 or an 80-20 (or even 50-50!) and it won't really bother him.

If I'm extremely unlucky, he would find out, be completely weirded out, and probably give me the "okay we need to talk" look (the breakup one, not just a "this concerns me and we should discuss it" one...because I would probably end up slashing him for it >_> ).

So, sorry Mom, I think you might have to wait on the grandkids another...couple decades. (At least from me! There's still hope on the younger sibling front!) :D

But, at least I'm in a better situation than one of my friends, who is basically only attracted to gay men. She has better gaydar than you could ever hope to buy from Radio Shack!

Canada...

I was struck by a realization while driving to work and a Nickelback song came on- Canada might just be the most unfortunate country ever.

There are a lot of pros to Canada:

* Universal health care
* Same-sex Marriage is legal
* Fantastic education system at all levels
* Neil Young
* Supernatural and a bunch of other shows are filmed there
* Female leaders
* A terrific list of actors who are from there
* Wayne Gretzky and Gordie Howe
* CHRIS JERICHO for you girls and PAM ANDERSON for you guys (anyone ever see Striperella?)
* Marconi invented AM radio up there, and other people developed things like phones...and TV...and apparently basketball (this belongs below, IMO so it's going there too)

The list could probably go on for quite a while, actually. And it would sound awesome! ...until I get to the cons.

Cons:

* Basketball
* No guns
* French
* "Eh?"
* Nickelback
* Celine Dion
* Justin Bieber

...and that's a 'nuff said for most people to point and laugh and never, ever consider going there for more than a week (two if the Olympics are there).