•November 26, 2009 • 2 Comments

If I could NOT dream vividly about dying and being largely unable to reach my friends and family, I’d be grateful.

On the other hand, apparently there’s a whole culture, including what are essentially nurses who help you cope with issues afterward (apparently somehow menstruation and birth control are still important?) and there are ravenous huge bats in abandoned buildings at night (can you tell I was reading a zombie book before falling asleep?).

Also, photos taken by livin’ folk were Harry-Potter-esque, for me. I tricked work into making me a key, and the dream ended when I made my way (with the support of other friends who died) to a party where I was finally able to talk to them and say ‘I miss you so much’ and to have them wrap their arms around me, together, and say ‘I miss you too.’

*rubs eyes* You’d have to be a cold sonofabitch not to wake up crying to that.

Bleah. Happy Thanksgiving! I’m grateful for all the people who make my life so wonderful and valued, who offer me intimate friendship and laughter, and who I would miss so terribly if they weren’t in my life.

Guess I’ll go play Fable II or something instead of clinging to a sleeping Lucypants.

As always, mom has an open door for my friends for thanksgiving and she makes too much food, so if you have nowhere to be or you just want to stop by for a visit, call me.

•November 25, 2009 • 1 Comment

I’m off to pick up cupcakes from the place we’ll be using for our wedding. They’re dessert for Thanksgiving and for a post-thanksgiving party! Woot.

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•November 25, 2009 • 1 Comment

I find it pretty amazing that according to FB_cal (which I used to import my facebook birthdays into google), there are at least two or three birthdays amongst my friends for every. single. week of the year.

What would I do if I had a lot of time and equipment on my hands?

•November 25, 2009 • 3 Comments

Probably something like this:

EDIT:

Another of his great casemods, the Cinematograph, is a portable dual-monitor HD editing machine. Call the cops, I think I just died.

Cinematograph HD Video Work log from Will Urbina on Vimeo.

Wow. It really is the best rickroll ever.

•November 24, 2009 • 10 Comments

What makes this so hilarious is that he clearly has never heard of a rickroll.

•November 24, 2009 • Comments Off on

You can spell it with a U
spell it with an O
spell it any way you like
Just let that lip hair grow!

When you want to solve a crime of passion
Then sport a tash in the latest fashion
Like Hercule poirot or Thomas Magnum

Grow a mo

Tonight’s gonna be a good, good night.

•November 23, 2009 • 2 Comments

Lucy and I got a chance to have dinner and hang out with KT and Rachel at my place the other night, and it occurred to me that I can’t even remember the last time I “had people over”. If she and I rent a house, that’s going to be a primary motivating factor for me – more excuses to have people over!

Lucy fell asleep on the couch pretty early, but told me later how much she likes being able to engage for a bit and then get some sleep in the same room as fun and laughter – she sleeps right through it, actually.

We tried out the new Mario game with the Lance’s, which was pretty sweet – all of us were pretty much entirely ruthless. “Okay, truce.” “THAT WAS NOT A TRUCE ACTION!” “Did you really need three penguin suits?!” Hahaha. This was punctuated by Green Cedar, which I scarfed shamelessly. So good!

I stayed up mega late killing wild turkeys, and napped pretty much through Lucy’s trip to Lansing to see Twilight with her crew. When she got back, we relaxed on the couch while I played Fable II (which I just bought). This is another thing we really enjoy doing when we’re living together – spending time on our own projects while sharing the same space.

Ultimately, it was a great weekend, making up for a shitty week. This week I’m doing my best to engage and be positive. It’s the classic fight with yourself – who loses most when you pout through the day? Who is punished when you isolate yourself, or when you allow yourself to be bitter?

It’s a breezy, cool day, and I had enough time in between emergencies to grab breakfast from the local coney. I watched a touching one-take video from some university students in Canadia. I am a force for positive change in people I care about. Can’t complain about that.

In full fucking resolution, boys and girls.

•November 19, 2009 • 13 Comments

Today can DIAF

•November 18, 2009 • 1 Comment

It’s officially been the most stressful day I’ve had in a very long time.

Foremost on my mind, of course, is the “equipment failure” (I kindly euphemise) in the studio. In one day, we’ve discovered three things that have broken, including a camera. It seems pretty clear they’re from negligence or carelessness. No one’s looking at me or anything, except to the degree that I usually send things out, but that is some serious failure, equipment or otherwise.

More stresses all around, some of which are right up the alley of communication and miscommunication. I don’t know whether it is true, but I feel like because I try harder to communicate clearly, I’m held to a different standard. Very similar to how I often feel like because I am willing to lay out, in actual written word, what my standards for behavior for myself are, I disappoint people more than if I did not.

Sometimes it’s fun to say, like I did for our WoW guild, that I’ll be “the school principal” and say the things no one else feels comfortable saying – after all, I’m the one who believes strongly that they need to be said, comfortable or otherwise. Boot that sucka, get it over with! Sometimes, though, it leaves me feeling a little unappreciated, and kind of alone.

I’m in that jumpy mood people get into after way too much coffee (which I haven’t had), where you’re waiting for someone to tell you that you forgot to shave (which I did) so you can punch them in the face for the offense.

Okay, enough whiny introspection for the day. I have a persistent headache, too much to do, and I am ready to crawl into bed and see if tomorrow’s better.