So there's this thing called a LJ, and apparently I have one in which I'm not actually pretending to be a fictional character. OR AM I

I really ought to update this more often, huh.

Life has gone insane! Also, I tend to spam Plurk with my odd little one-off thoughts, which means my Plurk gets spammed all the time, since I tend to think almost exclusively in odd little one-offs. Both of these would pretty much explain why I've been scarce, at least in this neck of the woods.

[livejournal.com profile] itsjustagamerp has been open for a few weeks now, and I love everyone and everything in it. Pinkie Pie playing radioactive soup, Tom Servo running an ill-fated D&D session, Aqua getting jealous over the attention Minako is paying Terra, the epic pun-off at Kaldur, and everything that could possibly go wrong in Terra and Linkara's reluctantly budding friendship going, of course, horribly wrong have all just made this game fantastic, and that is the tip of the iceberg.

I'm way behind on [livejournal.com profile] secondcityrpg, or at least it feels that way. Maybe I'm just way behind on Jason tags, which happens more often than I'd really like to admit. Rarity might be riding a dragon into battle, which is hilarious and head-tiltingly odd all at once, and Linkara is being Linkara.

Work...is work. We've tried to space projects out, but given unexpected delays, they're all raining on us at once, which is going to make this week all sorts of interesting. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel for one, though - depending on what shows up in my inbox tomorrow morning, that is either the way out or an oncoming train. It pretty much remains to be seen.

My resolution to finish fics before NaNo is going slowly. I only have one chapter of bitty!Terra left, but I also want to finish the Tron fic, and that is giving me creative problems (basically, I still can't write fight scenes or intros, what else is new). I need to attack it when I'm not bushed, exceedingly busy, or burnt out from other things.

...so basically, sometime next year. |Db

There is probably a lot more that should go into this, but I can't think of it right now. Instead, have an awesome gif.



/bows out
I figure pony recaps will happen when I haven't posted for a few days and some relatively big stuff has gone down. Basically, this amounts to LOTS AND LOTS OF PONIES because I am a lazy bum.

To start, my birthday was Tuesday, and I got a group of sixteen people together for dinner at Gyu-Kaku. I don't know if anyone's ever tried to fit sixteen people in a relatively small restaurant, but it's kind of surprising just how big a group that is in a restaurant of that size. It was also a whole lot of How Do You Know Katie - I had my roomies, friends from cons, house of fandom, and Pepperdine friends there. It was a ton of people and a ton of fun, and you all spoil me, seriously. ♥ I started opening presents and just:



Because seriously. I am spoiled. And I love you all.



Thursday night (or technically Friday morning) was the Pirates midnight showing at El Capitan, so of course I went with a group of friends. :Db It was a fun movie! It certainly didn't outdo the first one, but it felt much more like we were getting back to the look and feel of the first, including having Jack actually act like Jack, which is a nice change. Plot was a tad simple, I wanted a bit more from the MacGuffin Army, but the action was fun and the dialogue was witty and damn was the missionary good looking.



Basically, well worth seeing and I would recommend it, though I don't think the 3D is necessary.

I also managed to walk out of that showing with eight new pins, only four of which I paid for. Free gifts are awesome.

Of course, I was utterly sleep deprived for all of Friday, but that's okay! I can function on four hours of sleep. Life is good.

Finally, I'm having a tough time finding a gif to express just how dumb I think the whole nonpocalypse thing today was. I'm tempted to go with this one:



Or potentially this:



But in the end, I think this one's the winner:



Can't wait to do this all again in 2012. 8Db


Guys

The Grand Galloping Gala episode

is called Best Night Ever.














CANTERLOT HAS CRABS RUN FOR YOUR LIVES
HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT



SO HERE'S WHAT WE SHOULD DO

GIF PARTY~!


I'M'A START US OFF WITH A DANCE



SHOW ME WHAT'CHU GOT
So, what's the statute of limitations on BBS spoiler icons? I had kind of figured it would be the new year, but might as well ask around. What do you think, Flist? Is it safe to use them on my journal without warning now?
Or, Kia Is Not a Fashionista

When I decided I needed new work clothes, I wasn't expecting a small personal epiphany. I just knew working an 8-4 was wearing out my work clothes and that I needed new ones to replace them. I asked Kristin if she wanted to go shopping with me - after all, she's got great fashion sense, she knows what all the "good" stores are, all that jazz. She's completely at home doing this sort of thing, so I figured she'd be a good person to go with.

I had completely forgotten the feeling of crippling inadequacy that clothes shopping brings up in me. I walk into brand stores - GAP, Banana Republic, H&M, and the like - and I just freeze. The walls are stark white, the decor is minimal, everything is very spread out and arranged just so, and it's not just fantastic sticker shock that gives me pause - it's the atmosphere. How could someone like me, in my functional denim capris and simple claddagh printed camisole, ever fit in this world of sharp fifty-dollar slacks and perfect hair and makeup? Because, quite honestly, I don't. I would feel more at home at a rave or a Twilight convention than I do in most brand clothing stores. Yesterday, I finally figured out why.

It's not me.

I never learned about the world of high fashion; in fact, for the longest time, my mom despaired of getting me to ever wear anything other than guy's shirts and jeans. Convincing me to wear makeup was an ongoing battle for quite a while. To me, twenty dollars for a pair of pants is a bit on the expensive side and "layering" means putting a sweater on over your t shirt in case it gets cold. I can certainly look nice for work and glam it right up when I need to, but for the most part, I am happy as a clam in a clever shirt from Woot and jeans.

That all changes when, wearing that shirt and those jeans, I walk into a brand clothing store. The pants that cost more than my entire ensemble bewilder me; don't I have something in my closet just like that for a fraction of the price? Layered suit jackets do the same - what would you ever wear that with? And what on Earth is the point of a sheer camisole?

The worst part is when, already completely confused, I look up and see the ads. There, printed on the wall in larger than life size and clarity, is a twentysomething blonde wearing the clothing that so befuddled me in a perfectly crafted outfit. Her hair is perfectly styled. Her makeup is perfectly applied. She could walk out into that mall and turn heads, snag any guy she wanted, and absolutely wrap him around her finger, because she is perfect. She is the Girl Your Girl Could Dress Like.

It took me a few good hours after bailing out of those stores in a fit of overwhelming inadequacy to realize a simple truth: it's very easy to be perfect when you're printed on a hanging advertisement.

I finally got over myself long enough to tell Kristin that brand stores weren't working for me and couldn't we hit up a Kohl's on the way home? There was one in a shopping center on the way, after all. Having successfully navigated said brand stores and made a few purchases of her own, Kristin was perfectly fine with that plan of action. We found a Kohl's and a Ross right next to it (which, when I suggested going in, led her to ask, "Ross sells clothes?" We are very much from different worlds). Kohl's didn't have everything I needed, true, but it was familar. The racks were close together, some too tight for me to squeeze my wheeled basket through. The clearance section was enormous. People had put clothes back in the wrong place - everything was in the right general area but by no means meticulously arranged. The advertising was minimal. My capris and claddagh cami and I felt right at home, and I walked out with new clothes that looked good on me without spending a mint for the privilege.

I'm not the Girl Your Girl Could Dress Like. In all honesty, I don't want to be. I likely could be if I tried - spent a small fortune on clothes, took fashion lessons from the best of them to learn how to wear said clothes, got my hair cut and styled, and spent another small fortune on makeup, and hey, after a complete overhaul of my personal aesthetic, I could definitely look like that. Or, I could go to Kohl's, get clothing that I like, looks good on me, and doesn't break the bank, save money for the more important things in my life, and be comfortable in my own skin. Kind of a no-brainer, isn't it.

I'm not from that fashion world. I never will be. While I will not judge anyone who is, I refuse to let it indimidate me anymore. Life's too short to worry that much about what you wear.

Plus, I like my Woot shirts. High fashion doesn't make subtle Monty Python jokes, after all.
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