ljfrostfire: ($#@%&!)
Someone broke into Tim's work van. They took his Bag of Doom™. Looks like a New California Republic (of Fallout fame) laptop bag, but it's actually full of his art supplies. You know, so he can draw on the go when he has downtime. $600, at minimum, worth of stuff. His high end color pencils. His shading pencils. His new fountain pen. Pencil sharpener, couple of fancy pencil cases. I don't even know how many sketch books. His new journals. Hell, he's only had the fountain pen and the journals for maybe a week or so? His Nintendo 3DS was also in there. Both the item most likely to be worth reselling and the easiest/cheapest to replace. Except it was a limited edition version.

They didn't take his power drill, which was apparently on the passenger seat. They didn't take his fast pass. Or his bluetooth headphones. They couldn't get into the back area where all the tools are. Or maybe they didn't try that hard. So really, they popped the lock, got into his work van, and took the one thing that's valuable only to him. And the idea of all that art stuff ending up in the trash, because unless you're that brand of art person the stuff is fucking useless, makes me want to vomit.

And the worst thing of it is, he wasn't parked on the street. No, his van got stolen that way in this neighborhood once. So for a long while, he was parking it at work and driving his own car in to the shop. But he got moved into a different van, one that's shorter, and he figured it'd fit under our covered parking. Our gated, controlled access, complex parking. Meaning somebody who lives here broke into his van and stole his shit.

Gods. Fucking. Damnit.

There is literally nobody I don't hate today.
ljfrostfire: (giggle)
So at some point in the somewhat recent past, I picked up the following cookie cutters: NinjaBread Men, Undead Fred, and ABC (Already Been Chewed). Not because I had a real use for them, but because they made me giggle.

I just pack them all into my more recently acquired TardisBox.


So now the inside looks like this.



I fit nine guys in there. So, i guess it's bigger on the inside ....
ljfrostfire: (giggle)
I'm seriously considering a new haircut. Because reasons. (It's barely shoulder-length now and it's already becoming annoying to wash, for example.)

See my inspiration ... )

Funny how half of these are photos of Natalie Dormer during her Hunger Games haircut. I admit, I kind of love her hair. It's all bad ass and sexy. Of course, I'm not blond and my hair isn't that long, but I'm pretty sure I've made my point.

These feel like I get to remove bulk (which is the real issue on the hair-washing front) while saving length and adding a bit of sass. Or something. Also, since I never seem to get a short haircut that I actually like well enough to, you know, keep getting ... well, maybe this gives some cover there as well.

I mean, I could just try harder to find a better stylist. I guess. But honestly, I object to paying upwards of $60 on a haircut when I'm never in love with the results, I can't ever replicate whatever they do, and they barely seem to listen to what I want anyway. At least if it's supercuts and I'm not that in love, it only cost me $20-30.

In other news, I kind of hate hairstylists every time I think about this sort of thing.
ljfrostfire: (giggle)
Well, it's not been very long yet, what with it only being the fourth, but I can already tell that this year is going to be something of a slower burn. Maybe it's because I don't have quite the same level of "this shit is pinging around in my brain and keeping me up nights," vibe that I did last year. Maybe it's the new direction/characters that I'm having to integrate. (Did I mention that I'm writing the follow up to last year's project? No? Well, I am. So there.)

I find that I'm getting to update the reference sheets for all of my legecy characters as well. Not because I don't know them pretty well by now, but because a lot of them have ... drifted from my original thoughts on them. Sometimes because of character development. But sometimes because they just didn't quite "write" the way I thought they would when I was sorting this stuff out the first time around. Which is actually quite interesting AND gives me permission to be a good deal more rough in my character sketches this time around.

In other news, the weather has turned from "still summer" to "winter is coming" over the last week or so. And the truth is, I find myself feeling old. The sudden chill (I refuse to call temps in the 50s-60s cold), or possibly the sudden pressure changes, have wreaked havoc on a lot of my joints. My wrists have been aching and poping pretty constantly since Sunday night. My left elbow and shoulder like to join in at unexpected intervals. My knees are bitchy, but they always are, so they don't really count. My feet are cold and I'm guessing that it's time for my sandals to get put away until spring. All these aches and pains just make me feel old. I don't know when this happened, but I don't like it. Not one bit. <_<

wanderlust

Sep. 6th, 2015 03:04 pm
ljfrostfire: (foggy bridge)
We've been in California since august of 2009. This is, by far, the longest we've ever stayed in one (relatively speaking) place. If home, this place that I mostly love, were remotely affordable in the long term, we'd stay indefinitely. But, of course, this is the SF bay area, so it is decidedly NOT affordable in the long term. Or even the near term, really. In three years, the rent we pay has gone up $175. The asking rent for new residents on our apartment has gone up $600. Tim pretty much blew a gasket when he saw that bit of info. We wouldn't be able to afford it now, even if we were willing to pay that much. Doing a search for apartments at roughly what we pay now brings up very, very, VERY little. And much of it far out of the way. I read recently that "average" rent for a one bedroom in SF was $3500. A quick search can't find a studio for less than $1800.

So now the crazy hits. Tim, already grumbly about our rent going up to what we were paying in South San Francisco three years ago, must have decided to glance at rental prices online. He is not happy. Simultaneously, the car he wanted to get in a year or so, all shiny and new, isn't going to be released in the states. More grumbles. Looks at similar vehicles, grumbles even more. "I could damn near buy an RV for that price!"

Dun-dun-dun. Cue new idea. He wants to buy an RV. And live in it. For a while, until we eventually leave the state and buy a house. If we still lived in a place with proper winter, this wouldn't fly at all. Obviously. And in many ways, it feels like a step down. On the other hand, we tend to live in crap apartments anyway. We wouldn't have to worry about landlords approving our cats. And if/when we move, we drive the whole thing away. Last weekend we went to an RV show, to see some in person. All nice and shiny and new. I'll admit, some of them were way better than our apartment now. Or any apartment we've had, actually. There weren't many used ones to see, but it was certainly informative in terms of what sorts of things are available. And the use of space. It's like one of the Ikea "small apartment" displays, only long and narrow instead of mostly square.

I'm still not sure how keen I am on this idea. But he is not above bribery to achieve his goals, namely in the form of buying a mini in a couple of years when we upgrade the current car. And being able to find an RV park, or whatever, near the beach/ocean, with plenty of fog and beach town feel. The man knows me very well indeed. And I suppose there's something to be said for the idea that it would be truly ours, in a way no apartment ever is. And it's not like I'm averse to living in a studio apartment, as long as the layout works. Sigh. The whole idea still feels weird, but maybe if I think of it as a stop-over before moving out of state .... hmm.
ljfrostfire: (wrong!)
So I had the most unexpected conversation on Christmas. I've let it settle for a while, because unexpected things happened and I've needed to sort shit out. Cuz I overthink everything. Like a putz. Sigh.

Anyway. I don't remember how the topic came up, but my cousin basically said that bisexuality doesn't really exist. Especially in the context of bisexual men, but basically, in her mind, bisexuality isn't real. Now, in fairness, she's seen some seriously fucked up behaviors. She did social work type things for a while, with street youths in LA, and saw the fallout from ... less than honest sexual patterns. I also have the impression that there's some sort of issue with someone having been dishonest reguarding their orientation in her own past, with serious medical consequences. So there's definitely reasons for her viewpoint, which is that bisexuality is really just cover for homosexuality.

From the things she talked about, she's not really dealing with people who are openly bisexual. Sounds more like, in her experience, guys who pursue both genders are really just closeted. But then it also sounds like she has some serious trust issues. Her sense of how a relationship works ... wow. Talk about high maintenance. I would chafe under her "rules" for a relationship, and I'm pretty damn low-key. But the number of times where I, or Tim, or Linda (my aunt, her mother) would respond with some version of "that's just that person being a fuck up, that's not about being bisexual," really boggled my mind.

And at one point she says, "I don't know, maybe I need to talk about this with a bisexual." And without even thinking about it, I lean over and tell her, "you kind of are." But since her issue is really with guys (bisexual or otherwise, seriously, that woman has trust issues), my remark didn't really seem to register much. Well, beyond another comment about how girls are "allowed" to be that way, or experiment like that. Of course, I've been in the same relationship, with Tim, for about 13 years now. And she knows that our relationship isn't the sort that would work for her. But still, I sort of expected a bit more comment. I guess. For some reason.

It took a few days to figure out why I expected something more. Aside from a few stray remarks here and there, it was the first time I really, publicly laid claim to my ... non-straightness. I've had inklings since the mid-90s. I told Tim years ago, and had sort of figured it out at least a couple years before that. But I'd never really made a thing of it. Never really made a big deal out of it. I'm still not sure why. Maybe I figured that since I didn't have much of a social life, it didn't really matter.

But the thing is, this conversation over Christmas, it really made me realize something. Namely that there's a difference between being shy/reserved/private and being invisible. And that somewhere along the line in my life, I'd let myself become content with being invisible. Maybe even welcomed it.

Why the hell is this an acceptable state? Hoping to escape notice, to be overlooked, to hide? Being so concerned about what other people think, about what's "acceptable" and "proper" that I've spent most of my life pushing aside some of the things I'm good at, things I enjoy, because they're not reasonable or serious? Who is it I'm trying to please? Or impress?

My grandparents are all dead now. My mother has been dead for 15 years. My father wouldn't notice anything. Ever. Under any circumstances. When he actually responded appropriately to my grandfather's death, I (and Linda) wondered if my sister had needed to bitch-slap him into sense. The fact that she didn't have to, that he did it without prompting, was stunning. So that's not a concern. At all.

So, really, why? Because once upon a time I got beat up a bunch? Because I was the nerdy, slightly less middle class, deeply unpopular girl who couldn't make friends? The one who got picked on and called names, even into high school? Also, the one who couldn't make decisions of her own until her 20s because my grandparents were so convincing, and ever so helpful, and just wanted to keep my on track for going to college. To this day, it takes me forever to even figure out what I want. Not what's best, or what's logical, or reasonable, or serious, or whatever. But what I want, how I actually feel. Talk about overintellectualized.

I've always admired my cousin for her ability to know what she wants and go after it. Precisely because it's a trait, or skill, or whatever, that I lack. I hid from the bullies. I've let myself be invisible. I've let my wants and desires be subsumed by what others expect of me. And it's done me a real disservice.

But not just me. This conversation with my cousin made me realize that this need to be private, this desire to avoid being seen, it's done a disservice to the people around me too. Being invisible means people not knowing that they know someone who's bisexual. Not even my family. Because I thought it shouldn't matter, that it's nobody's business, that it's private. I'm starting to wonder if there's really any difference between this and being in the closet.

So, for future reference, I'm bisexual. Have been for ages now. Just in case you want to know.
ljfrostfire: (giggle)
So, nearly a year after passing the Latin exam, I still haven't finished my thesis. Meaning I still haven't finished my degree. But I think that I have, in fact, decided to skip going for a PhD and move on to other options. I'll be looking into my options for teaching Latin or teaching Greek & Roman literature at the junior college level. I may also look into Teach for America as a way into teaching. Because, really, the fact that teaching days could cheer me up from the funktastic funk of Plato should be a big clue about where I can do well.

I still need to look for a job where I am right now. And Istill need to finish my thesis and get the degree. It'd be a hell of a waste of time and money to not finish when I'm this close. I alsoneed to look closely at where I want to end up in the country. Odds are not good for teaching here in CA. And I'd like to at least entertain the dream of buying a house someday. Seattle would be a fantastic option, but it's another area where Latin maynot be in much demand. I should probably talk to folk I know who've gotten teaching jobs for some tips.

Hopefully, now that I've basically made the decision, I'll be more able to get something done. Sometimes overthinking things just means being paralyzed with indecision. This has definitely been one of those times. For entirely too long now. Sigh.
ljfrostfire: ($#@%&!)
So, last semester was terrible. The only thing I enjoyed was being TA for the baby Latin class. The ONLY thing. The class I was taking, a seminar on Plato, made me absolutely crazy and miserable. I suck at Greek. The Greek alphabet is something my dyslexic brain hates with a fiery passion. My brain refuses, categorically, to recognize it as language. I've kept taking Greek classes because they're pretty much required for Classics, and also because I'm clearly insane. I also hate philosophy. It makes me want to gauge my eyes out with a spork. And that's when I'm reading it in English. This class meant reading it in fucking Greek. And reading about philosophy, and philosophical bullshittery that I don't give a shit about, for a whole semester. It made me crazy.

Like, 2.5 months of my summer spent killing things in Diablo 3 instead of doing anything remotely productive kind of crazy. Like so stressed out I wanted cigarettes with a fierceness that was, quite frankly, completely bonkers. Especially since I've never smoked in my life. Guess I can thank mom smoking all my life for that particular craving. Crazy like, if not for teaching days, I'm pretty sure I'd have chucked it all in the bin and spent the rest of my life doing something-the-fuck-else.

I have a Latin MA exam tomorrow, and I can't be arsed to care. I need to write my thesis, and I barely have any fucks to give about it. If I fail the Latin exam (again, bleh) I'm not even sure I'd be allowed to take it again. And I just don't care. If I can just finish this damn degree, I think I may need to ... reassess my life. Again.

I can teach Latin. Hell, I enjoy it. With the master's, I can look into teaching at the junior college level. And be done with this "taking classes I don't care about because it's the next hoop I need to jump through" just to get to the next set of hoops.

I'm feeling like I need to be done with the bullshit. And the poverty of student life. I'm tired of being too busy and/or poor to actually do anything fun. I'm tired of having no social life outside of school. I'm sick to death of being so wrapped up in school that everything else is swallowed up. I wanna do steampunk stuff, and go to wacky ren fairs, and go find a gay bar, and maybe flirt with pretty girls, and read books for fun whenever the fuck I want to (instead of just during breaks between semesters), and ... I don't know ... do stuff.

Gods, color me a whiny bitch right now. One shit semester ....
ljfrostfire: (cranky)
I've definitely been wasting it. I wanted to get stuff done, but I've been so stressed out the last couple of months, that I just don't have it in me to be terribly productive. It doesn't help that at this point I'm feeling like I'm not getting into a PhD program this year. Kind of takes away all sense of urgency to get things done by the end of the semester. Although, when I finish the Plato class (long story that makes my brain cry tears of rage) I'm pretty sure I'll be setting all things Greek from this course on fucking fire. Part of the reason I can't get much done is because I spend so much time working on the damn Greek. One thing I know for sure, if I don't get into a PhD program this year, I'll be reapplying, but to an entirely different set of programs. With no more Greek. I just don't have what it takes to deal with Greek at the graduate level. My dyslexic brain still refuses to recognize the Greek alphabet as language, which is a real problem for graduate level work.

So that means working for a year or so. Not quite sure what to do with that. Don't know how much need there really is for Latin teachers in the local area. And moving to teach high school Latin is ... problematic. It's an expensive prospect, and I don't think I'm ready to commit to that just yet. Mostly because I know that I DO want to reapply next year. Which is harder to do if we've just blown a significant amount of money on moving. Also, loan repayment becomes a factor. Which I'm trying not to think about too much, because holy damn, do I have me some loans.

At this point, I think I'll count myself lucky if I passed the Latin exam (took it last week) and can get out of the Plato class with a good enough grade to use on my graduation stuff. Which I should be able to do. The actual Greek only accounts for about 1/4 of the grade, and that's the only part that I'm struggling with. Writing my damn thesis though ... *sigh*

If all else fails, I can work on it over summer and fall (yay for having a "grace" semester on that angle) and officially graduate in the fall. Then it'll just be a matter of sorting out PhD or long term job options.

Have I mentioned lately that I kind of hate my whole damn life this semester? Thank gods for a boyfriend with the presence of mind to keep me well stocked in chocolate covered espresso beans!
ljfrostfire: (nerdy books)
So, this plan of continuing grad school is not going very well. I applied to 6 programs. So far, I have 3 official rejections, 1 unofficial rejection, 1 "who the fuck knows but it's not looking great" and 1 "they like to wait until April."

I was really hoping to have some sort of good news by now. I can't plan anything while this is in limbo. And I have an obsessive/compulsive need to plan. Once I'm not in school for something like 6 months, I have to start making loan repayments. I'll need to get a job, preferably one that actually pays fairly well. Granted, I'll have my master's fairly soonish, but ... this was not the plan. I'm not sure how easy it'll be to get into teaching Latin. (My half-formed backup plan, teach Latin in a private school.)

So, my mood is crap. Except on days when I'm teaching the baby Latin class. Then I feel better about myself and my life. At this point, maybe I should be taking that as a sign. *sigh* But I wanna dig stuff and study things that get dug up! *pout*

Here's hoping for some good news. Preferably soon.
ljfrostfire: (battle goddess)
It's been a hard three weeks. I didn't expect that getting a rejection would be something of a relief compared to a whole lot of nothing. At least Cornell was kind enough to send out rejections at the same time as their acceptances. There's nothing like obsessively checking GradCafe's result survey and seeing programs you've applied to start trickeling out acceptances, and NOT getting anything in your email. At this point, I'm presuming that three more schools are probably silent rejections. Which means I'm pinning my hopes on two programs and feeling really fucking antsy over it all.

If I have to do this shit again for 2013, I think I'm going for straight up archaeology programs with strong classical archaeology specialties. If I'm going to be out in the world for a year, I'm not doing any damn greek and I won't want to be required to pick it up again.

By the way, philosophy in general and Plato in particular? They should die in a fire. It must be arranged.

Blarg.

Jan. 3rd, 2012 04:33 pm
ljfrostfire: (must have coffee!)
It's a new year, and I have no resolutions. I'm too busy with other stuff. Like being sick as hell. Seriously, I finished up every last thing that was due for the semester, and the next morning I was coming down with a damn cold. And it has been kicking my ass ever since. I basically spent yesterday asleep. Blarg.

In other news, I've completed 4 out of 6 PhD applications. I have 1 more due on thursday, and the last one is due in about a week and a half. And, of course, we're short on money again. Blarg. I just keep telling myself that I'll get accepted somewhere that will give me copious amounts of money, making it all worthwhile. Even if it means I have to leave the state again. Which, if I get into a program, I have to leave the state. Because Berkeley was no good for me, and Stanford gets so many applicants that it's out of reach. And I can't live in LA, so that leaves out of state. Blarg.

But I'm almost done with the Master's and, if all else fails, I can teach Latin at a private school and be ok. I'd prefer to go the PhD route, but I'm getting really tired of poor, so ... we'll see what happens.
ljfrostfire: (Default)
Because seriously? Some people just insist on being mysoginistic woman haters to an astronomical degree. And they must be shamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] karma_aster at Signal Boosting for the Women in Mississippi:
Well, I'm completely disgusted now. Thanks for spreading the word, flist!

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] twbasketcase at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] gabrielleabelle at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Okay, so I don't usually do this, but this is an issue near and dear to me and this is getting very little no attention in the mainstream media.
Mississippi is voting on November 8th on whether to pass Amendment 26, the "Personhood Amendment". This amendment would grant fertilized eggs and fetuses personhood status.
Putting aside the contentious issue of abortion, this would effectively outlaw birth control and criminalize women who have miscarriages. This is not a good thing.
Jackson Women's Health Organization is the only place women can get abortions in the entire state, and they are trying to launch a grassroots movement against this amendment. This doesn't just apply to Mississippi, though, as Personhood USA, the group that introduced this amendment, is trying to introduce identical amendments in all 50 states.
What's more, in Mississippi, this amendment is expected to pass. It even has Mississippi Democrats, including the Attorney General, Jim Hood, backing it.
The reason I'm posting this here is because I made a meager donation to the Jackson Women's Health Organization this morning, and I received a personal email back hours later - on a Sunday - thanking me and noting that I'm one of the first "outside" people to contribute.
So if you sometimes pass on political action because you figure that enough other people will do something to make a difference, make an exception on this one. My RSS reader is near silent on this amendment. I only found out about it through a feminist blog. The mainstream media is not reporting on it.
If there is ever a time to donate or send a letter in protest, this would be it.
What to do?
- Read up on it. Wake Up, Mississippi is the home of the grassroots effort to fight this amendment. Daily Kos also has a thorough story on it.
- If you can afford it, you can donate at the site's link.
- You can contact the Democratic National Committee to see why more of our representatives aren't speaking out against this.
- Like this Facebook page to help spread awareness.

ljfrostfire: (you may speak)
I've been working on details for upcoming phd applications, as you've no doubt noticed. I've posted the current draft of my statement of purpose in my academic blog for review and comment by, well, pretty much anybody who's interested. I'd really appreciate the feedback. Because the last thing I want is to look like a complete brain case during the application process. Anywho, go take a look?

In other news, I've decided to go for a vaguely steampunk look for the days when I'm teaching the latin class. This basically means nice pants, a button up shirt, and a proper vest. Plus I'm hoping to either score a pocket watch or fix up one of my pre-existing pendant watches as a girl version pocket watch. I'm also adopting an up-do as my default hairstyle. Which just makes me question why I ever cut my hair in the first place. Ah, the joys of hair frustration. I've clearly spent too much of my life trying to emulate hairstyles of the "straight and silky" which just ... never manage to translate on my hair. Not with my level of hair fail, anyway. Now, I just need to find some vaguely steampunk style boots to finish it off, and I'd be a happy girl. For a little while anyway.

Until I have to start paying for transcripts and applications and trips to the AIA conference in Philadelphia and computers and ... *sigh*
ljfrostfire: (relatively sane)
So it turns out, unsurprisingly, that I'm a crazy person. The GRE scores I was so worried about are, in fact, perfectly respectable. My 670 verbal score is the 95th percentile, my 680 math score is the 66th percentile (pretty good for somebody who's not in math, engineering, or the hard sciences!), and my writing score came in at a 4.5, which is the 67th percentile. That one bothers me a bit, but not enough to try going through that crap again. Especially since nobody really knows what phd programs actually do with that score.

And I've decided to go with six phd applications, for sanity and monetary reasons. These are:

Stanford, classics, archaeology track.
Brown, Joukowsky institute, classical.archaeology.
Cornell, classics, archaeology track.
UT Austin, classics, archaeology track.
Johns Hopkins, interdepartmental program, classical archaeology.
Boston U, archaeology, old world classical period.

I decided NOT to apply to Berkeley's AHMA group, because the description just gave me a really bad feeling. I'm learning to trust these feelings, because the last thing I want is to be in a phd program that I'm not a good fit for. Dealing with that at the masters level, even at my relatively well prepared level, has been enough to show me that it's just not worth it. If I'm frustrated with an unbalanced program now, it'd drive me batshit bonkers at the phd level. And I've seen how the wrong program can really gut-punch somebody who's a bad fit, even if they ARE quite bright, dedicated, and knowledgable. So, no Berkeley for me. Which is ... a weird feeling. A SF bay area native, NOT keen on Berkeley? It's just not right!

In other news, I got to meet my new favorite author at a book signing recently. I'm pleased to report that Gail Carriger (look, she's on LJ! [livejournal.com profile] gailcarriger) is as fabulous in person as her books would have you hope! Everyone should give her Parasol Protectorate series a try, for it is funny and steampunky and gloriously fun. Start with Soulless, but without reading the blurbs on the back of her other books, otherwise you'll definitely spoil the ending. That kind of goes for the whole series, actually. Anyway, go read her books!

And for any of you following my academics journal [livejournal.com profile] lux_in_senio , I apologize for the repetition today.
ljfrostfire: (relatively sane)
I'm less busy than, say, last spring. Possibly less busy than last semester, at least at the back half. Still busy though. Two translation classes will do that to a girl. Also, just to bitch again, why isn't there a decent android app for livejournal? Bleh.

Still don't have much of a life, but I did just acquire a new bed/mattress. Filled with squishy goodness and storage underneath! I love IKEA ...

Also did a fairly sizable wardrobe update. It really becomes a thing when you're getting smaller than some of your clothes. Size seems to vary depending on what, precisely, I'm looking for. Damn clothes designers. Whatever.

Still need to get an updated driver's license, apply for a passport, and deal with an upcoming health issue. Damn temporary birth control. I swear, if I could just take out my uterus, I think I'd be a happy camper. Oh well.

And now, back to that homework I'm avoiding, er, taking a break from.

2011

Jan. 2nd, 2011 07:37 pm
ljfrostfire: (battle goddess)
I still say livejournal needs a proper android app ... everybody loves iphone apps. *sigh* Since getting a smartphone, I do most of my down-time web browsing on that, not my computer. Weird. I avoided the smartphone for so long, and now ...? Love it to bits. Don't remember how I managed to keep a schedule without it!

Anywho. I think it's time to make some resolutions. I usually don't, cause mostly people set themselves up for failure, but I think it's a good idea this time around. So ...

  1. Remember to make some time for fun. Keeping up with lj, socializing with folk, reading for the hell of it, playing a video game. And not JUST when school is out! Grad school may be devouring my life, but this is getting a bit ridiculous.
  2. Eat healthier. And not just cause I want to lose weight. Veggies = Good? Sugar = Bad? Uh, how about, Less Good ...
  3. Try to save some money. I can't go on a dig to Pompeii if I can't pay for it. And I really, really, REALLY want to go to Pompeii.
  4. Start figuring out my PhD program options. I've got about a year to get this shit sorted, but that doesn't mean I should wait till next fall ...
  5. Start submitting papers for grad student colloquia / conferences. Gotta start sometime, might as well get used to the idea.
  6. Remember that bit about having more fun? Do it!

Woah!

Dec. 12th, 2010 08:28 pm
ljfrostfire: (nerdy books)
 Holy Gods, it's been ages since I looked here. They really need a workable mobile site or an android app. It's the only way I do non-school online stuff these days. I'm. So. Busy!

Semesters done soon though. Real update then.

Dude ...

Sep. 9th, 2010 11:50 pm
ljfrostfire: (Pele!)
So, a major fire broke out about 4.5 miles from where I live this evening. Apparently a high capacity gas line exploded, and the current damage count from CalFire is 53 houses lost and 120 houses damaged. We know at least one person has died, and probably in the range of a couple dozen injured. It's weird, and strangely familiar. After going through the Oakland Hills fire back in 1991 (I lived in Richmond at the time), I thought that there couldn't be anything more eerie than smelling the smoke and seeing Orange sky. I was wrong.

I saw flames shooting up over the hilltop from my apartment.
ljfrostfire: (you may speak)
So, let's see. The semester started last week. So now the busy begins again. I was in the Chicago area the week before that. Where I lost a day and a half to the damn stomach flu. Put a serious crimp in our plans. Hmm. Got a new cell phone. I has pretty, Droid Incredible now. It is pretty, and I shall love, and pet it, and call it George. *ahem* I look forward to getting a bookshelf/desk this weekend, and finally having a proper work space again. Somewhere over the summer, my stuff hit critical mass and exploded all over my desk in random, cluttertastic ways. It's horrible. We probably won't be moving out of our sort of crappy apartment until next semester. We had things to take care of this time around that had been put off too long, and that ate money. Hate how fast that sometimes happens. Sadly, that's about as interesting as my life gets, these days.

And now, to finish off this durn thing ...

Day 16 - Your guilty pleasure show
It's a toss up between "What Not to Wear" and "Say Yes to the Dress," both of which are on TLC. I guess I'm hoping for inspiration from the first, and sighing over the wedding I may never have during the second. *shrug* Who can figure?

Day 17 - Favorite mini series
Well, there's really only two that I've really watched. Shogun (think back, it was the 80's) and Sci-Fi's rendition of Dune. I think I may still like Shogun more.

Day 18 - Favorite title sequence
Hmm. I'm definitely a fan of the original title sequences for Stargates SG-1 and Atlantis. After they chopped them though, ugh. So I think I'll go with Chuck. It just makes me giggle.

Day 19 - Best TV show cast
Uh ... that's a hard one. I think I'll have to go with Farscape on this one. Also another great opening sequence, redone several times for cast changes and/or series progression.

Day 20 - Favorite kiss
Old favorite, Crichton and Aeryn on Farscape ... somewhere along the line. It makes its way into the opening credits. It's a great kiss. New favorite, Carter and Allison on Eureka, 1st episode of season 4. They're back in the 1940's, they're not sure they're both going to get back, and he finally goes for it. And then in the third to last episode of the season (already? damn!) they finally get it together in the present. Good times.

Day 21 - Favorite ship
As in ... vessel? That sort of leaves out a lot of shows ... that'd be Moia on Farscape, hands down. I mean, she's a living ship, and she looks after her folk, in a strange way. But I'm guessing that's not what this one meant. All I can say there is that I don't really do "ship" much. I pretty much stick with canon. This hasn't always been the case, but I just don't have that much time/energy to invest in it these days. I'm boring. Sorry.

Day 22 - Favorite series finale
I think, pretty much, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. "Save the world, go to the mall?" Plus, Willow changes slayerdom, and such. Plus, it was an end that didn't involve Buffy dying. Again.

Day 23 - Most annoying character
What, ever? Francine Desmond, on The Scarecrow and Mrs. King. Seriously, that woman was annoying, petty, and downright mean. They manage to semi-redeem her over the course of the show, but that "annoying" thing never wears off.

Day 24 - Best quote
Wow. I SO don't have the time to dig through my brain and/or the Interwebs trying to figure out the best quote. There are so many to chose from. But if you ever watch Firefly, in the episode War Stories, be on the lookout for "I'll be in my bunk."

Day 25 - A show you plan on watching (old or new)
Yeah. My life doesn't run this way. I watch it, or I don't. Sometimes I realize that I meant to watch something, but I never plan on it. Just doesn't happen.

Day 26 - OMG WTF? Season finale
MASH. There were at least three or four good moments of WTF? going on there. I prefer to ignore it's existence, quite frankly.

Day 27 - Best pilot episode
Hmm. Old days, I'd have said Star Trek: Voyager. It set up a great first few seasons, which TPTB then managed to kill with Borg of Boobies. (No disrespect to the actress, I blame writers and producers and network execs, all the way.) These days ... goodness. There's Eureka's pilot, which sets up everything you really need to know about the town, and sets up most of the character dynamics for the first two-three seasons. There's Chuck, where the first episode basically gives you the flavor of the whole show and makes you root for the nerd. (Gotta love that!) And then there's Castle, where they basically just dive right in and make it all go "Oh My Gods This Show Is AWESOME!" (Or maybe that was just me?)

Day 28 - First TV show obsession
Star Trek. Watched the original show with my dad as a kid. Started watching the Next Generation in ... gosh, had to be junior high? Started watching DS9 in high school. Started watching Voyager in college (mark 1, mind you). Tried to watch enterprise, but it just ... sucked. And now, thanks to Lucas ruining Star Wars forever for me, I don't think I'll ever watch the new Trek movie. I'd rather have my remaining childhood favorites unruined, thanks.

Day 29 - Current TV show obsession
Eureka. Castle. White Collar. Chuck. (if i ever catch up. sigh.) Haven.

Day 30 - Saddest character death
Toss up. Joyce Summers, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Just when you think she's all better, bam. Dead. And holy shite, the fall-out.) Dr. Janet Fraser, on Stargate SG-1. (Cause you just don't see that one coming, and that was just ... awful.) Kim Anderson, on Eureka. (Minor recurring guest character, but Henry Deacon literally changed the world to save her once, and then Carter has to stop him from saving her because it will end the universe. Needless to say, the devastation behind this one is hard-core.) And finally, Lt. Col. Henry Blake, on MASH. (Just when you think he's going home, and everyone's been celebrating all episode, right at the end there's the bombshell telegram announcement from Radar while everyone's in surgery. It's evil I tell you, evil!)

And now, I'm done with this. Yeah, ok, it probably took longer than 30 days for me to finish the damn thing. My bad.

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