Anonymous said: Aw that's cute. ^_^ I can't believe you went to school with PurpleRodri! XD He's one of my favorite youtubers. But he's from Florida, how did you end up in South Carolina?
I realize I’m ridiculously late in responding to this.
I actually grew up in South Carolina. When I was deciding on graduate schools, I applied to various places all over the country. UCF gave me the most support to attend their institution, so I went with that.
Those are the boring details. Something in my gut told me to apply to UCF. I did, I got in, and it allowed me to meet amazing people and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t necessarily believe in just following your gut—intellect and rational decisions are by far the way to go—but sometimes those little feelings or urges shouldn’t be ignored.
Anonymous said: If you don't mind me asking, how did you meet your boyfriend? :o I've seen your write about him a few times, but I don't think you ever mentioned how you guys met. Sorry if I'm nosy, I just like knowing how couples originally met.
Not nosy at all! Our lives are somewhat public anyway since he’s on YouTube. We met through mutual friends. I went to school with PurpleRodri, who was friends with my boyfriend. My best friend Rachel got to meet my boyfriend first when he visited Rod, and she said of all Rod’s friends, Chris and I would get along really well cause we’re so similar. Jokingly, I told Rod that my boyfriend is cute, Rod told Chris, then Chris started talking to me online. We met in Orlando in a group of all of our friends so that we could see if we really did like each other. We did. It was our anniversary on Thursday so it worked out. ^.^
Just a bit of a check in: the blog is going well and I have a ton of great support from artist friends. Recently we’ve written about Labyrinth, cosplay, gaming and charity, and lots more. I hope that if you’re interested in anything remotely geeky, that you’ll continue to check us out at http://controllersandcapes.weebly.com/
In other more personal news, I just finished obtaining my food handling permit so that I can work at Teavana. Yes, I will be one of those people who can make you drinks. But I can also sell you nice stuff so it’s not just food, thank goodness. However, I can no longer boast that I have never worked in food service—my permit says otherwise. Also, I’m doing editing and other stuff for another business. Pretty busy lately, and I already miss all of that free time during unemployment. I’m on the way toward making everything work out, but there’s still a lot of work to be done to get to the point where I’m stable and doing the things that move my career forward.
My puppy is doing well. We’re still on the search for a kitty since we discovered that the one we were gonna get had a heart condition, and we just weren’t able to handle that emotionally or financially right now. I’m about to have an anniversary. With few exceptions, life is pretty good. <3
Do twenty-somethings go through identity crises every other year, because once again I’m doubting just about everything I’ve done and am doing yet again. Because of my move, I am in that wonderful place of needing a job just to pay for stuff I want. Yet I still want to make career choices that will move me forward with writing and copyediting. Two different places called me back for interviews, but neither of the jobs will give me experience in the direction I’d like to go. So do I take the jobs for now and have less time for actual writing but have the ability to leave my house and pay for fun things, or do I wait it out and get something more directly in my field?
I feel that this should be covered in a Life 101 class that they never provide in schools. There’s probably no one right answer, and it definitely is more complicated than I have presented here.
Also, how to English? It’s late. I’m going to bed.
Jen, I sent a question your way about our possible kitty, but didn’t know if you would see it.
In other news, everyone, send positive thoughts our way for our kitten.
So I was doing some searches on the internet and this piece of crap from two years ago came up: http://www.forbes.com/sites/tarabrown/2012/03/26/dear-fake-geek-girls-please-go-away/
First off—go fuck yourself. What makes you the arbiter of who’s a geek and who isn’t? Second, I’m really happy that geek culture and geeks in general are becoming more popular.
I take offense to this article because I’m a geek—and I’m not an expert in jack shit.
I consider myself a jack of all trades. I am interested in just about everything, I love learning just to learn, and there are so many areas of geek culture that I’m interested in that no matter what I do, I will never catch up. That list includes the stereotypical: comics, board games, video games. That list also includes stuff most normal people find annoying or rather specific: Bob Dylan, medieval literature (in the original, not translated text, mind you), pedagogical theory about service learning in the creative writing college classroom. Just because I don’t know every single thing about Batgirl from the moment she was created until now doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy reading Gail Simone’s current run. Just because I don’t know every kickstarter that exists for new board games doesn’t mean that I’m not interested in niche, indie board games that play through like you’re doing taxes.
And just because someone has a platform in Forbes doesn’t mean that she should be passing around this poison either. In case you hadn’t been keeping up with #yesallwomen on Twitter, this country is suffering a major case of sexism, racism, and classism, and geeks tearing other geeks down is a major contributor to at least one of these things. I have been very fortunate that I’ve never gotten the geek check, and that all of my male friends and acquaintances are so supportive of me and my interests. But there are many other people, not just women, who experience a barrier to these things that none of us really own, just for the sake of a few bitter individuals who ‘knew about this first’ or ‘did all of the research when it was hard.’ Should we judge five-year-olds coming into comic book stores and picking up something age-appropriate just because it’s not a particular Marvel run? Or what about people like me who took a while to admit that they would rather be weird than be miserable trying to fit in?
No, I can’t tell you each and every word of the Arkham Horror rule book. No, I can’t tell you every Jedi to wield a lightsaber. But I can tell you that I am a geek, and that every person who claims they are a geek IS a geek no matter their depth of knowledge. We shouldn’t be forced to “lower our freak flags” just because we want to enjoy something simply.
OMG just as a PS: So I looked at all of the articles that this writer has on Forbes, and one article is about women sticking together in the tech field. *facepalm* I hope she’s gotten it together.
So you already know I may or may not have done a silly thing—I dropped everything I had going for me in South Carolina for a dude. Okay, he’s not just any guy. He’s actually pretty nice and on occasion takes me out for fancy dinners. He has a cool job, and unlike most gamers, he believes in daily showers. That all but spells keeper. But I did leave a full-time job with benefits to move 1200 miles away to a place I have never lived before. I figured I’d try writing about it since people liked my one blog okay enough.
So far, Lincoln is not so bad.
First, it’s really green here. There is a park every other block it seems—at least on Normal Blvd. Our apartment complex borders a large park and lake. The park is easily accessible by foot and there don’t seem to be a whole lot of crazies there, like there would be in Columbia’s Finley Park. I spent most of my childhood running around out of doors. The South Carolina heat is repressive, but that still didn’t stop my mum from sending us outdoors every opportunity she could. Now, I love going for walks, especially when I’m feeling anxious or depressed, I think for the repetitive nature of just taking one step at a time. The jog around this new lake is a killer for someone so out of shape, but I hope to be able to at least run the small loop by the end of the summer.
Second, I finally have a dog. Chewbacca is my absolute dream. He’s a corgi so he is pretty feisty, and it seems like he poops in the bathroom on purpose when we shut him up to run errands, but I love him. Chewie is the first puppy that I have owned as an adult. I am having to relearn how to train a puppy. Sometimes I get massively frustrated. Like last night he had gone outside then came inside and had an accident. An hour of reading corgi blogs and tips later, I felt terrible for getting angry so quickly. Apparently they tend to use the bathroom when activities change. So outside then inside—time to pee. My other dogs never had that sort of problem to my memory as they could just go outside as they pleased.
Every day will be a new adventure, I’m sure. Perhaps forcing myself to write about it will also force myself to find new things to do and not sit around the apartment all day.