This is me today.
Goodbye.
5/22/13
5/21/13
[113/365] Pierre
Does nostalgia make anyone else sad?
5/20/13
[112/365] 03x08 "Second Sons" Review (Game of Thrones)
Yara Watch Week 8:
Still no sign of the Iron Princess. I had hoped the title "Second Sons" would have had a double meaning that referred to Yara being Balon's second son since Theon is out of the picture. One wonders if she is even aware of her brother's torment. Does she believe that he deserves all that has been done to him, or will she come to stop his screaming in the night? Previews for next week do not show her looming on the horizon as I wished they would. I hope she has at least one scene in the final episode of the season or all hell will break loose.
Everyone told me this week's episode was really good. In response to that I'll say "yeah, I guess so." I really enjoyed everything surrounding the wedding. Sansa/Tyrion was sweet without being mushy. Shae was a dumb bitch like I expected her to be. I always forget how much I like Olenna because people make too big of a deal about her. Like, "OMG can you believe she says all that stuff and she's old?" Yes. Yes I can. She's old and she has a ton of money. If was me I'd tell everyone to fuck off. Based on the comments I've read online, Tyrion's "wooden cock" line was the winner of the night. For me it was:
I have never laughed at an episode of GoT, but I laughed out loud alone in my room at Cersei here:
Was it just me or was this episode excessively rapey? Way more than usual.
I have never not enjoyed an episode of Game of Thrones, but recently I have felt that episodes have suffered from trying to tell too many stories at once. I suddenly realize why characters are left out of multiple books in a row. We don't need to tell everyone's story at once. This isn't True Blood, another plot laden show. With True Blood, all the events must come to fruition before the end of the season because that is how the show arcs. Game of Thrones is very continuous. Plot lines progress at a snails pace. I think wasting (yes I'm going to say wasting) time on a dull storyline week after week is frustrating. Apparently people liked Sam's bumbled attack on a white walker (wight?) at the end of this episode. I have no idea why. The baby naming scene was painful. We learned they both had shitty dads. Knew that. Then Sam completely forgot that fire is super effect against ice types. "I have no idea what use this pointy piece of metal could have," Sam says in the Previously On segment. Fucking stab anything and everything with it! So we learned that the pointy knife kills White Walkers. Good thing Sam left it in the forest. I'm glad we've spent so much time following two pointless characters while not developing Arya's story at all!
Remember Arya Stark? She was the cool little girl who wanted to be just as good as a man in season one. Yara Greyjoy could mentor her and they'd be best friends. After Arya's dad's head was chopped off, she gave herself a bad hair cut and became really shitty. She finally gets kidnapped into a good storyline and she bitches about it. The Hound wants to help you. Does it really matter if it's for money? Is anyone really that honorable? No they're not. The Hound was being a totally chill dude and Arya had to pout. Hormones are a bitch, am I right? Sansa's going to win Miss Congeniality at the Winter Ball if Arya keeps this up.
I can't even go in Daario. Daenerys is cool because she gets what she wants without lifting a finger and without help from anyone else. I don't want her to go all googley eyed for some Romance novel wanna be who fights for beauty. Barf.
PS Why can't Melisandre just make a smoke baby with Gendry? Being a book reader is so tough sometimes. I feel so bad for Davos learning to read with words like Visenya, Vhagar, and enough.
Still no sign of the Iron Princess. I had hoped the title "Second Sons" would have had a double meaning that referred to Yara being Balon's second son since Theon is out of the picture. One wonders if she is even aware of her brother's torment. Does she believe that he deserves all that has been done to him, or will she come to stop his screaming in the night? Previews for next week do not show her looming on the horizon as I wished they would. I hope she has at least one scene in the final episode of the season or all hell will break loose.
Everyone told me this week's episode was really good. In response to that I'll say "yeah, I guess so." I really enjoyed everything surrounding the wedding. Sansa/Tyrion was sweet without being mushy. Shae was a dumb bitch like I expected her to be. I always forget how much I like Olenna because people make too big of a deal about her. Like, "OMG can you believe she says all that stuff and she's old?" Yes. Yes I can. She's old and she has a ton of money. If was me I'd tell everyone to fuck off. Based on the comments I've read online, Tyrion's "wooden cock" line was the winner of the night. For me it was:
I have never laughed at an episode of GoT, but I laughed out loud alone in my room at Cersei here:
Was it just me or was this episode excessively rapey? Way more than usual.
I have never not enjoyed an episode of Game of Thrones, but recently I have felt that episodes have suffered from trying to tell too many stories at once. I suddenly realize why characters are left out of multiple books in a row. We don't need to tell everyone's story at once. This isn't True Blood, another plot laden show. With True Blood, all the events must come to fruition before the end of the season because that is how the show arcs. Game of Thrones is very continuous. Plot lines progress at a snails pace. I think wasting (yes I'm going to say wasting) time on a dull storyline week after week is frustrating. Apparently people liked Sam's bumbled attack on a white walker (wight?) at the end of this episode. I have no idea why. The baby naming scene was painful. We learned they both had shitty dads. Knew that. Then Sam completely forgot that fire is super effect against ice types. "I have no idea what use this pointy piece of metal could have," Sam says in the Previously On segment. Fucking stab anything and everything with it! So we learned that the pointy knife kills White Walkers. Good thing Sam left it in the forest. I'm glad we've spent so much time following two pointless characters while not developing Arya's story at all!
Remember Arya Stark? She was the cool little girl who wanted to be just as good as a man in season one. Yara Greyjoy could mentor her and they'd be best friends. After Arya's dad's head was chopped off, she gave herself a bad hair cut and became really shitty. She finally gets kidnapped into a good storyline and she bitches about it. The Hound wants to help you. Does it really matter if it's for money? Is anyone really that honorable? No they're not. The Hound was being a totally chill dude and Arya had to pout. Hormones are a bitch, am I right? Sansa's going to win Miss Congeniality at the Winter Ball if Arya keeps this up.
I can't even go in Daario. Daenerys is cool because she gets what she wants without lifting a finger and without help from anyone else. I don't want her to go all googley eyed for some Romance novel wanna be who fights for beauty. Barf.
PS Why can't Melisandre just make a smoke baby with Gendry? Being a book reader is so tough sometimes. I feel so bad for Davos learning to read with words like Visenya, Vhagar, and enough.
5/19/13
[111/365] Why I Almost Cried In My Car Tonight
Before you read this story I want you to know 1) that it is likely not entertaining at all, and 2) that I did not actually cry in my car. But almost.
I left Scott's house at 8:15 PM because I had a headache. I just got my first pair of glasses on Friday, and I am not adjusting to them well. For the record, I look fine in my glasses. Not good. Not bad. Just fine. They make me feel like I am Rachel Leigh Cooke at the beginning of She's All That, but instead of my glasses portraying that I am "cute and lovably quirky" they look like that are trying really hard to make me look ugly. My vision isn't bad, but at night my eyes get tired and decide to rest by not focusing on anything which I hear is "dangerous" in the serious and not sexy definition of the word. That was all a roundabout way of telling you I am driving home at dusk when Scott calls me. I put my purse in the backseat, so I pull over like a responsible adult to dig my phone out the bottomless pit that is my second-string purse. When I finally retrieve my phone, it will not let me answer.
I have an Android phone and I love it 90% of the time. Sometimes it will shut off when I try to take a picture. Sometimes the phone will freeze. When that happens the only way to unfreeze it is to take out the battery. Taking out the battery involves prying off the back of the phone. There is no button to push. It does not easily slide off. You have to dig your thumb nails into a tiny notch on the bottom and use it as a lever to detach the thin plastic backing without snapping the back plate or your nail in half. Previously my phone has always froze at work and I have handed my phone to whomever the PA was at the time and he/she took care of it for me. But now I am alone in my car and I have to do it alone. My nails are super short because I have delusions of learning to play the guitar. I dig my thumb nail inside the notch and it gets stuck. The skin under my nail hurts. Two of my irrational fears come from sixth grade. I had this friend named Sara who was a great friend and an awesome girl. During sixth grade Sara fell down the stairs (head first) three times in front of me and slammed her finger in a car door so hard she lost the nail. I'm convinced this will happen to me as well.
I should mention that this entire time my cell phone is continuing to ring. Your ringtone usually plays about 2.5 times before it goes to voice mail. Mine played at least 13, not exaggerating. Everything froze and I was just stuck listening to a preloaded sound file loop endlessly. Each time it played I became more frantic. My phone wouldn't turn off. I could not pry the battery out. My eyes welled up as I realized I would be stuck listening to this loop until Scott came home from Game of Thrones. I contemplated throwing my cell phone out the window, a solution that had worked out well in the past.
My half-sister Vanessa is seventeen years older than I am. She had graduated college and moved out on her own by the time I was 6 years old. As a result we had a bunch of her stuff stored in her old room/my room. Mom shoved all her crap on a shelf and promptly forgot about it and it's contents. I'm about 10-12 years old and I decide to dig through a box of my sister's stuff because why the hell not? I find a bright blue rectangular electronic device with a red light on the face. There is a blue lanyard attached to a "pin" in the top. What I did not know at the time was this was my sister's "rape alarm." Vanessa worked as a waitress in Boston through college and would wear this when she walked home at night. When you pull the pin out the red light flashes and the device emits an extremely loud "whoop whoop" alarm. Again, I did not know this. I put the lanyard on my wrist and started spinning the blue rectangle around in a circle. The rectangle detaches from the pin and the LOUDEST SOUND I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE comes out of it. I knew I had fucked up. I start to cry instantly. My parents, who were in the kitchen, run to my room to find me holding the blue rectangle and crying. "I can't make it stop!" I tell them in between sobs. My mom and dad take turns pressing the red light as if that will do anything. My mom is shrieking, "get it out of here!" To appease her, my dad opens up the backdoor, and hurls the blue rectangle into the overgrown weeds of my neighbor's yard. Once the incessant alarm was at a distance we were able to figure out what had happened, silence the rectangle, and relegate it to the dark vault never to be seen again.
Back to the story at hand: ten minutes later I am able to pry my phone open using my house keys (not before ruining the thumb nail on my left hand), stop the looped ring tone, and call Scott back. He just wanted to let me know I had left my garage clicker in his car and had to park on the street. OMG like I even cared at this point. I was still pissy when I got home. It took my 4 times before I accepted that I had critically failed at parallel parking. Now I need to eat ice cream the the Iranian ice cream parlor, watch Say Yes To The Dress, and try to forget the last hour ever happened.
I left Scott's house at 8:15 PM because I had a headache. I just got my first pair of glasses on Friday, and I am not adjusting to them well. For the record, I look fine in my glasses. Not good. Not bad. Just fine. They make me feel like I am Rachel Leigh Cooke at the beginning of She's All That, but instead of my glasses portraying that I am "cute and lovably quirky" they look like that are trying really hard to make me look ugly. My vision isn't bad, but at night my eyes get tired and decide to rest by not focusing on anything which I hear is "dangerous" in the serious and not sexy definition of the word. That was all a roundabout way of telling you I am driving home at dusk when Scott calls me. I put my purse in the backseat, so I pull over like a responsible adult to dig my phone out the bottomless pit that is my second-string purse. When I finally retrieve my phone, it will not let me answer.
I have an Android phone and I love it 90% of the time. Sometimes it will shut off when I try to take a picture. Sometimes the phone will freeze. When that happens the only way to unfreeze it is to take out the battery. Taking out the battery involves prying off the back of the phone. There is no button to push. It does not easily slide off. You have to dig your thumb nails into a tiny notch on the bottom and use it as a lever to detach the thin plastic backing without snapping the back plate or your nail in half. Previously my phone has always froze at work and I have handed my phone to whomever the PA was at the time and he/she took care of it for me. But now I am alone in my car and I have to do it alone. My nails are super short because I have delusions of learning to play the guitar. I dig my thumb nail inside the notch and it gets stuck. The skin under my nail hurts. Two of my irrational fears come from sixth grade. I had this friend named Sara who was a great friend and an awesome girl. During sixth grade Sara fell down the stairs (head first) three times in front of me and slammed her finger in a car door so hard she lost the nail. I'm convinced this will happen to me as well.
I should mention that this entire time my cell phone is continuing to ring. Your ringtone usually plays about 2.5 times before it goes to voice mail. Mine played at least 13, not exaggerating. Everything froze and I was just stuck listening to a preloaded sound file loop endlessly. Each time it played I became more frantic. My phone wouldn't turn off. I could not pry the battery out. My eyes welled up as I realized I would be stuck listening to this loop until Scott came home from Game of Thrones. I contemplated throwing my cell phone out the window, a solution that had worked out well in the past.
My half-sister Vanessa is seventeen years older than I am. She had graduated college and moved out on her own by the time I was 6 years old. As a result we had a bunch of her stuff stored in her old room/my room. Mom shoved all her crap on a shelf and promptly forgot about it and it's contents. I'm about 10-12 years old and I decide to dig through a box of my sister's stuff because why the hell not? I find a bright blue rectangular electronic device with a red light on the face. There is a blue lanyard attached to a "pin" in the top. What I did not know at the time was this was my sister's "rape alarm." Vanessa worked as a waitress in Boston through college and would wear this when she walked home at night. When you pull the pin out the red light flashes and the device emits an extremely loud "whoop whoop" alarm. Again, I did not know this. I put the lanyard on my wrist and started spinning the blue rectangle around in a circle. The rectangle detaches from the pin and the LOUDEST SOUND I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE comes out of it. I knew I had fucked up. I start to cry instantly. My parents, who were in the kitchen, run to my room to find me holding the blue rectangle and crying. "I can't make it stop!" I tell them in between sobs. My mom and dad take turns pressing the red light as if that will do anything. My mom is shrieking, "get it out of here!" To appease her, my dad opens up the backdoor, and hurls the blue rectangle into the overgrown weeds of my neighbor's yard. Once the incessant alarm was at a distance we were able to figure out what had happened, silence the rectangle, and relegate it to the dark vault never to be seen again.
Back to the story at hand: ten minutes later I am able to pry my phone open using my house keys (not before ruining the thumb nail on my left hand), stop the looped ring tone, and call Scott back. He just wanted to let me know I had left my garage clicker in his car and had to park on the street. OMG like I even cared at this point. I was still pissy when I got home. It took my 4 times before I accepted that I had critically failed at parallel parking. Now I need to eat ice cream the the Iranian ice cream parlor, watch Say Yes To The Dress, and try to forget the last hour ever happened.
[110/365] Game Review: The Resistance
Boardgames/table top games are not my thing. I have played a lot since I have been dating Scott. I only came around on Catan after I had a detailed discussion with Dom about strategy. I like Munchkin because I understand how to play D&D. Besides that, I really couldn't care less. I am not good at tactic games like Risk or the Game of Thrones board game. I don't understand the long game strategy of Agricola or Dominion. However, I really liked The Resistance because it was a quick to learn and play, but different every time.
The rules of The Resistance will be familiar to anyone who ever played Mafia at summer camp. Five to ten people can play. We played with five, so I will only go over the rules for five. The game involves going on five success/fail missions. To start, two people are randomly chosen as spys. The spys' objective is to get three of those missions to fail. One player is randomly chosen to be the first captain. To make things less complicated, I'll talk you through a sample round. Dom and I are spys. Scott, Jill, and Tim are part of the Resistance (not spys). The spys reveal themselves to each other. Dom rolls the highest number, so he gets to be the first captain. He chooses himself to go on the mission and Jill. The rest of the players have a chance to veto this team. They approve it. Since Dom is a spy he wants the mission to fail. As a member of the Resistance, Jill can only vote for the mission to succeed. Jill knows she is not a spy, so if the mission fails she will know that Dom is a spy. If both Dom and Jill vote for the mission to succeed, they are more trustworthy. The votes are anonymous. Dom and Jill both vote for the mission to succeed. 1 for the Resistance, 0 for the Spys. Scott is the next captain. He must pick three people for the next mission. He picks himself (because he knows he is not a spy), Dom, because he trusts him, and Tim. The team is approved. Scott and Tim vote for the mission to succeed and Dom votes for it to fail. The mission fails. Scott, Tim, and Dom are all implicated as spys, but Dom is able to avert some suspicion because has been on a successful team. The game continues until one side gets three victories.
We played, like, ten rounds of the game and each was as intriguing as the next. The mechanics are so simple. It takes just a minute to learn how to play. Also, the game is much more social than other board games. The boys described it as a "party game" but I think it is more of a "all these people are just sitting around, let's do something" game. For $20 I totally think it's worth it.
Below is Will Wheaton's TableTop episode for The Resistance in case my description of the game didn't make any sense (lezbhonest, it didn't).
The rules of The Resistance will be familiar to anyone who ever played Mafia at summer camp. Five to ten people can play. We played with five, so I will only go over the rules for five. The game involves going on five success/fail missions. To start, two people are randomly chosen as spys. The spys' objective is to get three of those missions to fail. One player is randomly chosen to be the first captain. To make things less complicated, I'll talk you through a sample round. Dom and I are spys. Scott, Jill, and Tim are part of the Resistance (not spys). The spys reveal themselves to each other. Dom rolls the highest number, so he gets to be the first captain. He chooses himself to go on the mission and Jill. The rest of the players have a chance to veto this team. They approve it. Since Dom is a spy he wants the mission to fail. As a member of the Resistance, Jill can only vote for the mission to succeed. Jill knows she is not a spy, so if the mission fails she will know that Dom is a spy. If both Dom and Jill vote for the mission to succeed, they are more trustworthy. The votes are anonymous. Dom and Jill both vote for the mission to succeed. 1 for the Resistance, 0 for the Spys. Scott is the next captain. He must pick three people for the next mission. He picks himself (because he knows he is not a spy), Dom, because he trusts him, and Tim. The team is approved. Scott and Tim vote for the mission to succeed and Dom votes for it to fail. The mission fails. Scott, Tim, and Dom are all implicated as spys, but Dom is able to avert some suspicion because has been on a successful team. The game continues until one side gets three victories.
We played, like, ten rounds of the game and each was as intriguing as the next. The mechanics are so simple. It takes just a minute to learn how to play. Also, the game is much more social than other board games. The boys described it as a "party game" but I think it is more of a "all these people are just sitting around, let's do something" game. For $20 I totally think it's worth it.
Below is Will Wheaton's TableTop episode for The Resistance in case my description of the game didn't make any sense (lezbhonest, it didn't).
5/17/13
[109/365] Happy Birthday Ariel and John!
By some cosmic coincidence, many of the most important people in my life share birthday. If you believe that people who are born on the same day have the same personality traits, then it makes complete sense that my two best friends were both born on May 17, 1989. Both Ariel and John have allowed me to take numerous photos of them over the years. These photos bring back to many good memories, so I wanted to share them with all of you. Happy birthday, guys. I love you both very very much.
Happy Birthday, John!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARIEL!
(I arranged these chronologically based on your hair.)
Happy Birthday, John!
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| September 24, 2005 - Keyspan Park - Whitre Stripes Concert |
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| Before Brianna's Sweet 16 |
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| Apparently this is the only shirt John owns. |
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| 2007. |
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| 2011. |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARIEL!
(I arranged these chronologically based on your hair.)
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| First date. Summer 2007. |
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| Cisco Adler. |
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| Coney Island 2008 |
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| 2008 - Remember when you REALLY drunk and |
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| Halloween 2009 (Beyonce, Cleopatra, Kat von D) |
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| Baby's First 21st Birthday Party |
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| I thought about not including this picture, but it's fucking awesome picture ever so... |
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| Halloween 2010 - Tank Girl. |
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| 2011 |
5/16/13
[108/365] Halloween Costumes: Round 2
About two months ago I posted my first round of picks for Halloween costumes. Here is round two. I've included costumes Ariel and I could be 1) to lure her out here because she's not coming this summer, and 2) because Scott said "we wouldn't be going photo-accurate anyway" in regards to me browsing wigs which almost made me lose my mind.
The Joker and Harley Quinn
Scott was the Joker when he was a baby. I will get a blonde wig for this. Fuck you.
Beetlejuice and Lydia
This is Scott's pick. He was upset it was not included in my first post. I initially said no because I don't have black hair, but since I'm all about wigs now I guess this can be back on the table.
Spiderman and Black Cat
Yay wigs!
Me and Z:
Brittany and Santana
Obviously.
Sailor Venus and Sailor Mercury
I only casually watched Sailor Moon as a child so I don't know much about the series. According to my co-worker Kelsey, Sailor Mercury is the nerdy one. I think that's the one Ariel likes. Although, Kelsey suggested Ariel and I should be Sailor Moon and Sailor Mars because they had more "lady tension."
Jem and the Misfits
I'd be Jem/Jerrica (obvs). Since Ariel thinks the Misfits songs are better she can be either Pizzazz, Roxy, or Stormer. Also, wigs!
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