Etch to the detch

Checking my inbox after like a million years, and I have two messages titled, "You are not authorized to view this comment."

um what

Oh man, it is a good thing that a) nobody knows I have a blog and b) I don't blog about serious political things, because holy shit there is misogyny everywhere. Like I just logged on to Facebook and within thirty seconds, Jesus Christ go fuck yourself.

I am so mad I could cry.

I woke up to news of the Colorado shooting that took place last night, and I'm still kind of shaken. I don't know why, since I didn't know any of this victims. It's probably selfish - the fact that I also attended the local midnight premiere last night makes me think that this could have happened literally anywhere without any real kind of warning. To top that off, the shooter has been quoted as telling the police that he's the Joker, which makes me sick to my fucking stomach for a number of reasons.

And this would certainly be bad enough on its own. When I started seeing jokes about it in my news feed ("Too bad Batman wasn't there to save them, hurrrr"), I was pissed, but I thought that would be the extent of it. Oh no. Then my best friend posts an updated article about the story giving more detail about the shooter, including the fact that he's a PhD student.

Bff's brother-in-law: Figures. Just goes to show the influence of higher education.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

YOU COMPLETELY SKIP OVER THE FACT THAT THIS GUY THINKS HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER

AND THAT APPARENTLY HE WAS ALREADY SO UNHINGED THAT WHEN HIS MOTHER HEARD ABOUT THE SHOOTING SHE WAS LIKE, YEAH IT WAS DEFINITELY HIM

AND IGNORE THE FACT THAT THERE ARE MILLIONS OF DOCTORS OF DIFFERENT FIELDS IN THE UNITED STATES WHO LEAD NORMAL LIVES AND DO NOT KILL PEOPLE

AND YOU WANT TO BLAME THIS TRAGEDY ON YOUR FEAR OF POST-SECONDARY EDUCATION

FUCK YOU

FUCK

YOU

My roommate just came home a little while ago, at which point I learned she went to high school with the killer.

I'm drunk and don't know how to feel.

Everything is terrible.

So I threw myself a birthday party last night, right? It was fun, had a bunch of friends over, etc. I baked two types of cake and a batch of cookies to make sure there was enough for everyone. As a present, one of my friends gave me a bunch of Reese's and Kitkats, which I put away in my room. This morning, I saw they were all melty, so I threw them in the fridge. Went out, ran some errands, came home, Internetted, went to the fridge and someone had eaten my Reese's.

I made two goddamn cakes and a bajillion goddamn cookies, but someone would rather steal my birthday candy than eat the desserts I made to share with everyone. What the fuck.

WATCHIN IDOLM@STER

CHIHAYA'S EPISODE

MY TEARS, WHY ARE THERE SO MANY

ETA: FINAL EPISODE

OW, RIGHT IN THE FEELS

So I think I'm finally converting back to a full weeaboo, mainly with the influence of /cgl/. Fortunately I think I trust myself not to, like, regress hygienicly or whatever. If I had any shame I'd probably be pretty good at hiding my power level. But I recently decided to check out the world of animu after years of trying to distance myself from how goddamn dumb I used to be, and it seems I've missed out on some pretty cool shit. I just started watching Idolm@ster and I'm digging it pretty hard. Along with that I've started reading more manga, but I'm more selective about that because I like to actually purchase hard copies. Currently I'm reading Dawn of the Arcana and March Story, which are tiding me over pretty well. Which brings me to my question, all two of my active friends! What are some series you would recommend?

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In other news, I started training at my second job this week. It's a call center job selling people upgrades for TV programming, and tomorrow is our first day on the phones. And that is the minutiae of my life! You may carry on.

OKAY, SO. I know there are other pony fans on my flist, so Priority #1 is sharing some info I found like twenty seconds ago. Basically, Hasbro has released these itty-bitty MLP:FIM figurines at Walmart. They're like two bucks apiece and I don't even give a fuck that only six of the twenty-four available are actual established characters because the ones I've gotten so far are fucking adorable (Rainbow Dash, "Pepperdance," and "Lily Blossom"). The thing is, they're grab-bag toys - you don't know which pony you've gotten until you buy and open it. I was just googling for a full list when I saw that someone posted a cheat sheet for selecting the ponies you want most. I'll mostly use it to avoid repeats, but I predict that today I'll come home from errands with an Applejack in my pocket.

I also went to a huge rave in California this weekend. I'd already typed up a description of it, but then LJ ate my post, so fuck it. I'll write it tomorrow.

>Riding bike home from errands, almost back to my house
>Neighbor: Hey, be careful, there are two dogs loose around the corner
>Round corner
>It's my dogs
>My front door is wide open
>Cat on roof
>All of my animals are loose, what the fuck

So yeah, that was my day yesterday.

The house is super full lately. We recently got a new roommate to bring rent down, a dude from Texas who seems super chill. Along with him, there's a second dog - my roommate picked him up as a stray and we haven't been able to find his owners, so I guess he's ours. He's one of the dogs in the aforementioned story, of course, and my heart just about leapt out of my throat when I saw the both of them outside. I've had to chase this dog before, and spoiler alert: It usually involves a >20-minute chase and lots of fence-jumping. Luckily, this time they both just trotted up to me and I was able to lead them home.

Other news: Boy is now ultra-employed, we're going to California for a concert in a couple of weeks, and I just joined a gym. I started losing weight in August and that's been going well, but now I'd like to not be weak as shit.

I almost forgot! Vagina Monologues auditions were yesterday, and mine seemed to go really well. We should hear who got cast by the end of the week.

So basically:

Shitty roommates have moved out. There was a spectacle the day the landlady came by to inspect the house, and I REALLY REALLY wish I had not been at work at the time. The worst roommate got called out on the nasty state of his room (he grew mold in his carpet, just straight up mold), and when the landlady gave him a list of basic tasks to complete before she could sign off on the lease, he snapped at her and drove off, tires a-peeling. At this point I think he may really have convinced himself that he is never, ever wrong.

BUT NOW HE'S GONE

For the three of us remaining, things have been really chill. We've been having a hard time finding another roommate because people keep flaking out on us, but I remain hopeful. That, and we're fostering a dog for a friend of mine. She's a sweet girl, but unfortunately has seizures, so my friend has offered to pay us... basically what another roommate would be paying in rent. So absolutely worth it. We've had her a couple of weeks now and she's already had one seizure; it was scary, but she came out of it okay. Evidently her condition isn't one that can be fixed or medicated, but her seizures are also the kind that don't escalate into, say, death. So we're happy to have her, even if it means dealing with that sometimes.

BLAH BLAH BLAH I AM BORING