Everybody has a secret world inside of them - Neil Gaiman, Sandman

So, I'm not dead.

I'm a little more beaten up than I was -- my god, at least a year ago? -- but I'll live and it's been an interesting ride.

The sad thing is in typical me fashion I seem to have arrived back at DW just when things have gone quiet. Or maybe I just need some time to refamiliarize myself with the landscape.

Anyway, I'm back, bb.

Not much to report beyond the fact that I have been going to job interviews this week. The one I went to yesterday seems to have gone really well since I've already been notified that I've made it through to the second round of interviews.

The job itself pays well; eight thousand, five hundred bucks plus petrol money and commissions. And, sure, money is an important factor especially since I'm planning on possibly doing a second degree at some point, but I also got a good vibe off them so keeping my fingers crossed.

Unfortunately this'll probably impact my online times but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Got another surprise birthday present this weekend -- well, strictly speaking I guess it's more three than one; two charms (complete with Grid bugs oh my goodness!) and the picture, but I'm hardly going to nitpick now am I? Presents are presents are presents and the two little charms are so very delightful and completely unique.

So there's definitely that.

Saw Captain America yesterday. I feel rather bad that the whole time I was watching, I was thinking: LOKILOKILOKILOKILOKI!

...who didn't really appear until that little Easter egg thing at the end and even then only briefly. Hugo Weaving did a good job as Red Skull though, I thought. It's difficult to take anyone with a red face like that seriously and yet he managed to be both sinister and intimidating. So good on him for that.

I'm still trying to figure out how they made Chris Evans so puny. I realize - especially after seeing Christian Bale in The Machinist - that it's likely that they could have probably managed at least part of it with extreme weight loss there were some little quirks that make me wonder if there wasn't some sort of elaborate computer trickery involved, and if so I have to say that they're getting better at that sort of thing. It's one thing to do something with visual effects, it's another thing entirely to do it well.

Okay, so I'm not entirely sure what's going on beyond the fact that my one and only RP character seems to have decided that today is a good day to be brutally honest with someone that, quite frankly, probably needs to hear it.

That said, I'm amazed at how utterly thick-skinned this guy seems to be. I don't think anything short of outright saying: OY YOU! STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING THERE! is actually going to get the point across.

So I'm going to vent and rage for a bit and hopefully this will make me feel a little better. Feel free to disregard this - I'll try to avoid taking up too much time with this sort of stuff in the future if only because it's probably not really that interesting - completely.

( Ranty rant rant rant... )


Yesterday was my birthday. It was awesome and fun-filled and I came home, collapsed in a heap and slept for a long time. And it was good.

Horrible Bosses, for anyone who's interested, is not nearly as funny as I was expecting. Colin Farrell, however, was fun to watch if only because he looked like the younger brother of Tom Cruise's character in Tropic Thunder.

Also I have books! And money! Both of which you can never have enough of in my humble opinion. I've been debating picking up one of the many China Miéville books that seem to be popping up - on the one hand the concepts sound interesting, on the other hand I can't help but wonder if he isn't trying to be a bit too intellectual about some of the stuff that he's writing, which is fine I just happen to not be in the mood for anything like that at the moment - possibly due to the fact that his book Embassytown has just been released.

Now if only they could bring out some Catherynne Valente. Or possibly the rest of Holly Black's stuff - seriously, why bring out book one of a trilogy if you never intend on bringing out the other books? Am I missing some sort of vital clue here?

I caved and decided to pick up one of the parthenon  tables.

( Erato: Muse of Lyric Poetry )

And now for something completely different.

Okay, I admit I kind of threw that in there for no other reason than I could. I feel like I'm stagnating a bit - mostly out of laziness but I'm going to try to change that.