Just a Quick Update

Hey readers! I know there's only about six of you, but I figured I should keep myself honest about this so that I can actually make things happen.

I'm working on a big entry, and the pictures are getting more complex. It's going to take a while before it's up, but I am indeed working on it. With any luck, it will be done in the next week or so. :D

You're excited, right? RIGHT????

So. This whole Bioshock thing.

Apparently for gamers with blogs, it's imperative to have something to say about Bioshock. And why not? It's a good game-- engaging storyline, interesting NPCs, and a moral choice system that, while basic, is still challenging to consider in the context of the game. It's really creepy, though, and because of the fact that I am not desensitized to creepy stuff, I nearly shit myself in terror and cried like a baby after a few scenes. So here is my Bioshock story. Enjoy.

"All right," I thought to myself, "I've heard a lot of good things about this game. My friends have been practically begging me on hands and knees to play it, and now's as good a time as any. Let's do this."

"Wow," my brain said, "They weren't kidding. This is really creepy. Dark setting complete with things that jump out at you, clowns, corrupt evil surgeons, little girls singing songs about death, the whole she-bang."

Oh, here we go. The Little Sisters. I think I was a little prepared for this. I mean, they're little girls that need rescuing, and they're protected by these big guys that take a lot to get rid of. I think I can do this. Yes, there we are. Big Daddy down. Let's see what that Little Sister has to say.

My morality and horror are kicking in. Even the thought of someone choosing the kill option stabs a corkscrew into my big, mommy-aligned heart. If I save the girl, there's no immediate reward, but I get the satisfaction of relieving her of a terrible, murderous remainder of a childhood (if you can call it that). If I kill her, I get a huge bonus to something or other that gives me inhuman strength and power that has nearly no purpose apart from further mass murder. Gee, I wonder what I'll pick. 

And that's how I learned to deal with and play Bioshock. :D

xoxo

WORK AND STUFF HAVING TO DO WITH BEING A GROWN-UP

I've been working a lot lately, and by a lot, I mean full-time. I'm feeling a little burned out, but in a week and a half I'll be out of town, so I'm looking forward to then.

I like people. I really do. But when three long days worth of my work is rendered useless because someone forgot to tell me something, I start liking people a teensy bit less. 

So I'm sitting at work, derping around on a project that my boss told me was pretty urgent, and I finish it after working on it almost all week. One of my coworkers is more experienced than I am, so I asked her to look it over. After a minute, she says something I completely dreaded.

I was frozen in place for what felt like an eternity. In reality it was actually just a couple of seconds, but I, being the dramatic little shit that I am, had a thought process that could rival the Battle of Helm's Deep in its intensity.

That's about how it went.

Finished repairing the work in a couple of hours.

This is me now:

xoxo

I absolutely and unconditionally LOVE food.

I've been doing a bit of cooking lately, which has been awesome. I told you I'd post pictures of the omelet I made, and hey, look, I deliver! :D

I realized I should be taking pictures about five or six bites in. So here is the beast. Four eggs, a packet of ramen noodles (no ramen seasoning), tomato, bean sprouts (OH GOD, SO DELICIOUS), salt, pepper, and melted cheddar cheese on top. It was cheap and easy to make, and had a really nice amount of veggies in it.

Melted cheese and tomato. My expression when I was eating was something like this:

Needless to say, it was rather good.

After being so successful with the omelet, I decided I wanted to treat my wonderful housemates to something delicious. The gentleman Jon Howard and I thought that pesto and pasta of some sort was a fine idea, and I was to make the pesto.

I went NUTS.

Basil, pine nuts, olive oil, spinach, garlic, lemon juice, goat cheese, parmesan cheese, and sea salt all came together to make an unholy paste of wonderful green stuff! I started eating it with Ritz crackers, as I was hungry and it smelled really good, and I was doing it without any sort of recipe and deemed myself worth of the position of taste-tester.

Look at that delicious cracker (ba-dum-TISH).

It was a really smooth pesto. That beautiful green had a much better taste and texture than I expected; usually my kitcheny type things are disasters. :D I ended up making a lot more pesto than I expected originally. I wasn't expecting much more than a few good spoonfuls, but I ended up making about 10 fl oz of this stuff. IT WAS AMAZING.

That bowl is sitting next to an 8-oz drink cup. So much pesto!!!! It was absolutely delicious; had some more with orzo for lunch today. It was even better the second day around, once it had had a chance to mellow out.

But, as it turns out, I was WAY too tired this evening to make anything, so we ordered pizza. Go figure--as soon as I find myself confident enough to experiment in the kitchen, I get lazy. XD So now I'm sitting on the couch with a barbecue chicken and pineapple pizza, watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks with Jon, and I have little doubt that I look like pretty ridiculous, because I'm feeling like this:

GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY~!

HEY GUYS! GUESS WHAT!!

I AM--

.....

OH, ALL RIGHT, FINE.

I MADE MYSELF AN OMELET TONIGHT. IT WAS QUITE DELICIOUS, WITH NOODLES AND TOMATO AND BEAN SPROUTS AND MAGIC SPARKLE PONY RAINBOW LOVE. WILL POST PICS WHEN I FIND MY PHONE-TO-USB CABLE.

ALSO, HERE IS A PICTURE OF A SLOW LORIS FOR YOU. 

IT'S ADORABLE.

It's Been One of Those Days, Hasn't It?

Yep, it sure has.

You know what I mean. It's one of those days where every tiny little thing seems to go wrong in the world. One of those days that comes up behind you, punches you in the face and laughs maniacally while you blubber like a two-year old that lost her balloon and everything makes you want to scream,

One of those days when you wake up feeling like you just jumped into bed, when you feel groggy on the drive to work, when work has you close to ripping your hair out in frustration, where your clothes feel too tight or too hot, when the bathroom is out of toilet paper and the maintenance people are nowhere to be found, when the internet decides it would be funny to make your life a living hell by randomly going out, and you're spending most of the day teetering on the edge of sanity, and you're ready to either do this:

...or you're about ready to do this:

Yeah, it's like that.

But things get better, once the nausea passes and the urge to light your friends/coworkers/boss/family/innocent passers-by on fire lessens a bit and you decide it's time to eat dinner and move on with your life.

All I can say is this: thank God for good food, good milk and comfier chairs to sit in than the ones at work.

And, as a final closing note to my mood-swingy day,

SO!

I do believe I have been taking the whole blogging thing entirely too seriously, which is why I haven't posted in more than six months. Good lord, I took the time to make this thing (and ain't the background I picked out of a set of like six pre-made ones nice?) and I thought, "OH, must make serious face!"

Look, I've got a big blackboard. And chalk. That makes me legit, right? RIGHT???

Apparently no one uses chalk and blackboards in classrooms now if they can help it at all. SmartBoards and white boards are all the rage and shit. What's a lonely English major to do?

So I'm taking a hint from the amazing Allie Brosh at Hyperbole and a Half (GO READ IT! http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com) and putting drawings into my posts to help me express myself, including moods, thoughts, and other things that go on in my brain that are basically the machinations of an ADHD hamster without a wheel. I'm going to have a lot of fun with this, and hopefully I can share stories without looking like a pretentious jerk.