Writer and Artist
I was ten years old when I met my best friend.
A girl in my class brought her in for show and tell, along with her siblings. She was the owner of their mother and the family hoped some of the students would want to adopt the kittens.
One of these kittens crawled into my desk and curled up. There wasn’t anything particularly special to most people upon looking at the cat. Domestic tabby short-haired, all grey and black. She may not have looked special, but I instantly knew.
Things are not incredibly fun right now. I’ve been so busy trying to get my room taken down so renovations can start, I didn’t notice a cold creeping up on me. I started to feel listless and stuffy. Then, bam! Stupid, ninja cold bugs. So I’m blogging live from my bed (who am I kidding? This is where I write most of my stuff) in between watching old episodes of Good Eats.
When I’m taking downtime like this, I often think about all of the things I have to do. And when I do that, I realize just the sheer number of things I do.
Harry Potter is getting a new lease on life with another film, with the hopes it will spark a spin-off series.
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I’m in the process of boxing up all of my stuff right now so I can do renovations. As I’ve been doing it, I’ve been coming across a lot of stuff that has boggled my mind.
First of all, there’s the absolutely breadth of stuff that really has no business still existing. Newspaper clippings for things I thought was important at the time, handwritten notebooks full of godawful fanfiction, emo teenaged poetry. So many mementos that either make me want to smack my teenaged self in the head or else give her a hug and a warm blow of soup.
For the last year, I’ve been on a bit of a bit of a journey of self-discovery.
Well, I don’t know how truthful that is. One’s entire life should really be a journey of self-discovery. But it’s been particularly prevalent in the last year.
Yesterday, the defunct television show Veronica Mars made internet history. It became the fastest growing Kickstarter project of all time. Creator Rob Thomas announced that they were raising funds for a movie. If they reached their two million dollar goal by April 12, a movie would finally happen after six years off the air.
After only twelve hours, the goal was met. The Veronica Mars movie is currently sitting at 2.8 million dollars or so.
Am I happy about this? As a Veronica Mars fan, of course I am happy. The end of the third season was frustratingly ambiguous. I would love to revisit Veronica, Logan, Keith, Wallace, et al.
However, this project has brought up my conflicted feelings about Kickstarter itself.
A lot of people have already written on the subject of Seth MacFarlane’s dreadful Oscar performance, in particular his dreadfully distasteful “We Saw Your Boobs” song.
I wasn’t going to touch the subject. I’ve made my feelings on it clear in several different venues. However, an incident I had today caused me to want to write about it.
I had mentioned how disgusted I was with four the “boob displays” mentioned being in rape and sexual assault scenes at dinner. My brothers replied with, “Yeah, so?”
Now, I adore my brothers. They are really good guys. They are usually very respectful of women. That makes this even worse. Two guys who are usually incredibly respectful found no problem in the routine because it was “just a joke about showing off boobs”.
Continue reading The Only Boobs I See Are Guys Who Think They’re Funny