October 2009

I threw this Quotefest Blogpost together to celebrate the return of my website from some extensive downtime. Real blog to come within the next few days!

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Alrighty, exchange number one comes from last year, just before Christmas. My parents send greeting cards (like decent human being should, and like I do not) to their family who do not live close, and exchange cards over the holidays with people they are close with. Apparently, one day, my dad was having a little trouble with an easy-to-make grammatical error. Here's basically how it went:

Dad: *sticks his head in from the kitchen* HEY...How do you spell "Yours"?
Me: Like "This book is mine, that book is yours?"
Dad: Yeah.
Me: Y-O-U-R-S
Dad: Okay, good. That's what I thought. But then I thought "Oh, crap, maybe there is an E in it." Why would I think that.
Me: Because "you're" as is "You're writing a card!" is "Y-o-u-apostrophe-r-e."
Dad: Oh...Yeah, I guess that's right. Thanks. *wanders back into the kitchen*
Me: Glad I could help.
Dad: "Wishing yours family a happy holiday season." HEY. WAIT. Why is there an S in there?!
Me: *facepalm* Because you asked me to spell "yours."
Dad: Well, it doesn't sound right at all.

Sadly, this is a normal conversation with him.
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The rest of the quote-fest today is basically a collection of conversations I'd had with friends, either in our IRC chat room, or over IM. This is basically the norm.

 

Word Count: 777

Key Words & Phrases: Geeks, Nerds, Gamers, Bloggers, Artists, Anime/Manga, Sci-Fi, Fantasy

Category: The geek shall inherit the earth, Things I probably shouldn't rant about but will anyway.

So, recently, I've been interacting with a few people who are self-proclaimed, self-loathing geeks. I myself am a self-proclaimed geek, but unlike these other people, I'm fairly proud. Every single one of these people seem to always reiterate something negative, be it how they're on the outside of society, how they can't hold down a steady relationship, or just their general social woes, they act as though being geeky is a plague.

I know that people of our persuasion are rarely cutting edge and in the public eye. We're not the ones on magazine covers in $80,000 dresses and tuxedos. We're not the ones living in mansions, sipping on Dom Parignon and rubbing elbows with starlets. We're not likely to be the ones who have our every whim catered to by adoring fans. We're not the ones the paparazzi are stalking. We're the people that frequent the comic book shops and GameStop.  We're the people who document important events in our lives with the games we were playing at the time. We're the people who may not remember who were the top artists of 2008, but we can tell you the dates of the popular game releases. We're the people who trade IM names rather than phone numbers when we meet other people. We're the people who will say out loud "Hold on guys, I have to tweet this" in public. We're the people who aren't afraid to display cherished action figures on shelves in our living rooms, despite the fact that some of us are well into our 30s and 40s (and possibly older.) Is this bad? I hardly think so. I personally would take an all-night LAN with friends over a drunken night in a crowded club of strangers, hands down. I'd rather spend an afternoon blogging than spend a day trying to feign the sincerity of a social outing with people I barely know.

I'm not sure if anyone else's family are as crazy about the cloud game as mine is. My mom and aunt continually make me play, even to this day.And I'm twenty-two years old! And it isn't just clouds. As a kid, mom would encourage me to try to find patterns and pictures in the weird abstract wallpapers we had. If we have a bonfire, a popular pass time is to find pictures (normalcy animal faces) in the hot coals. When I was about seven, we had this horrifically ugly (but we thought it was cool at the time) white couch that had puce and mint random accents, and we'd find numbers and letters in them all the time. It's funny, but at the same time it's now impossible for me to look at anything with a random pattern and not see something.

Last March, the boyfriend and I moved into an apartment. This apartment is hardly spectacular by any means. But it is ours, and it actually is the perfect size for us. The one thing that drives me insane, though... Is that NEARLY every wall in this apartment is covered in paneling. Not even real paneling, mind you. Fake paneling. You know that wood grain paper they put on press-board desks and entertainment centers? Its like that, except its like someone -scanned- paneling. Instead of individual grooves, they just printed a black line between the panels. Here's a few shots of our apartment so you get the idea:




I know. I know. Trust me. I am aware how stupid this looks. However, this apartment has been passed around from local to local, and has been rented since about the 1970s. And you can tell. REGARDLESS, my point in all this rambling is that I see random pictures in my paneling. For example, a Spider:



A Heart (there are actually a lot of hearts, but I just picked the first one I could find):



A cartoony crocodile:



And then I found this today while I was waiting for my hair straightener to heat up:



THAT IS TOTALLY A NAKED LADY. Well, okay. Half a naked lady. BUT SERIOUSLY, THERE IS BOOB AND EVERYTHING. I turned the image black and white and high lighterd her in a fleshy color to help you see the sexiness. If you're still having trouble seeing the sexiness, here is a labeled diagram of key body parts to pick out:



Note the graceful stretching, but still completely slutty form. So, that's right, people... As far as I know, I'm the first person to have paneling porn. Fake paneling porn at that. I love you tiny, naked wall-whore.

PS: If you haven't done it yet, head over to the "About Rook" page. I finally updated it so it looks basically how I want it to. Also there are now pictures of my face there.