Friday, November 15, 2013
I think a lot of people know that I've fallen hard for BioShock Infinite. My current Twitter avi (the Lutece twins), and the almost nonsensical tweets and FB updates (it's hard to come across as sane when trying to keep things vague and spoiler-free) have been totally Infinite-centric. I can't help it; I think it's fantastic, and I just finished my own personal play through this week. (I watched Jeremy play through it a couple of times earlier this year, when he tackled the Main Campaign in Normal mode followed by 1999 mode.)
Nevertheless, the first story-related DLC for it, Burial At Sea Episode 1 came out this week, so, naturally, I was fucking stoked.
But not as HOLY SHIT as I had been led to believe. So, there was some quiet contemplation, and then, at two in the morning, the absolute horror of the events that unfolded really started to kick in.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
I was considering a move to tumblr, (or at least creating an "extension" of my madness) but then I found out that somebody is already using the domain over there. Or, rather, was using it, because she hasn't updated her stuff in over a year. A quick search over on Google shows that my blog is now number four on the list of Dorkisms on the web; there's a Pinterest user with a sizable board called Dorkisms, and some people going with the "Dork-isms" route (which isn't so bad, I suppose). There's a Facebook page, too; it has an amazing 21 likes. I'm not gonna bother linking it, because, in all honestly, it's pretty bad.
So, now I'm a bit... confounded. Changing the name of this blog is not an option; this space has been here since 2009, and I have used it for professional instances (LOL I know, right?); I also got a shout-out from Destructoid last year (can you tell that I'm proud of that?). All of these other spaces were established AFTER I started here, but it's not like the name is copyrighted or anything, so why am I even writing about this?
It's probably not justified, but I can't help feeling a bit salty; before I made this blog, I made damn sure that I wasn't taking somebody else's name/domain/etc.
It would be nice if other people would take the extra time to do that, too.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
This was originally going to be a quick, Wordless Wednesday post (to reinforce that I'm not dead), but then I decided that it probably wouldn't make a lot of sense since Poltergeist II came out so long ago, and a lot of people probably haven't seen it or have, but just don't remember it very well because their psyches just created blocks to suppress that shit because of how fucked up it was. Also, that was a really long sentence. Nevertheless, what you see above is the tequila worm from Poltergeist II, the second in a trilogy of movies that seriously fucked me up as a child. Because, for some reason, my parents, with their infinite wisdom, showed me all three films before I was even six. (I also saw Nightmare on Elm Street when I was three. I was unable to sleep in my own bed for years after that. YEARS.)
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Clearly, it has been a minute since I last posted anything,
so I'm going to make up for that with some nice, hefty filler material!
Because, really, who doesn't love a good filler post?
Bloody hell with this video and its flannel, hesher hair, and Eddie Vedder's weird facial expressions. Nevertheless, this song is pretty fucked up and sad and should probably be used for anti-bullying PSA's or something.
Nicki Minaj and Cassie: The Boys
Fierce bitches are fierce.
Jesper Kyd: Main Menu
I'm in love with this song with its acoustic guitar and all-around great vibe. Plus, it's really cool when it plays in-game because my character is all looking down at the terrain like a goddamn badass while the camera slowly pans around her and shit.
Tori Amos: Space Dog
"Racing turtles, the grapefruit is winning..."
This. Every day, this.
Girl In a Coma: Vino
I'm basically convinced that these chicks can do no wrong.
Dada Life: Kick Out the Epic Motherfucker - Vocal Version
When this comes on while I'm doing dishes I get into this groove, like, "I'm going to wash the FUCK out of these plates!" It just has that sort of effect. Spotify selects it and then I can't help getting up and moving around in some capacity. Can you?
For awhile there was a distinct lack of Deftones in my life. Then, they released Koi No Yokan and now everything is okay again.
Dolly Parton: Jolene
I have to say something about this song. There's a line where she says that her man whispers Jolene's name in his sleep, which is kind of creepy. And most likely a sign that homegirl should just dump him and move on.
Nobuo Uematsu: People of the North Pole
This song is amazing and beautiful and ahhmaahhgaah just listen! The combination of strings and drums here is just... THOSE STRINGS.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
I have a fibroadenoma that I named Nacho.
I found out about it back in November (the day before Thanksgiving to be precise), had an ultrasound about a week and a half later, and then elected to have a needle biopsy a couple of days before New Year’s Eve.
I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to worry anyone – especially not after everything with Jeremy.
So, why say something now, you ask? Because I'm tired of not being able to speak freely about the little bastard. I have a weird little ball in my boob that has a weird little name (because I was being cheeky) that just sits about being all weird and shit. I feel like I shouldn't have to censor myself anymore, especially when I feel like marveling about how, once again, my own body has decided to troll me.
Anyway, so, yeah.My OB wanted me to have a mammogram because I’m “at that in-between age” but the imaging center’s policy was ultrasound first, mammo if something weird turns up during the U/S. Well, nothing weird turned up, and the doctor and techs were like, “Pfft, you’re good. Follow up in six months to make sure it hasn’t grown.”
About a week or so later the formal letter came in the mail and proclaimed – IN ALL CAPS – that my results were “95% BENIGN.” Which is, of course, great news! But, because I’m out of my goddamn mind, the wheels of worry began to turn: There was a 5% chance that this could be something else; how could they possibly know what it was for sure without some kind of tissue sample, and let’s not forget that my otherwise healthy husband just had thyroid cancer that was discovered purely on luck! Shitshitshit! I tried to tell myself that I was being silly – I really did – but Nacho was seriously freaking me the fuck out because suddenly it felt like it had grown to be the size of Texas (it hadn't). I needed to know if it was friend or foe, and getting stabbed in the tit a few times was really my only option.
Lucky for me my experience working for a veterinarian paid off because I knew exactly what to expect going into the procedure. A needle biopsy is a needle biopsy is a needle biopsy, regardless of species. There will always be a big needle (derp), and a jar of formalin for the sample(s), and the amazing substance known as Lidocaine, which is borderline magical but stings like a bitch before it takes hold.
Knowing is half the battle folks, and now you know about Nacho, the power of my neurosis (pfft, as if you didn't know that already) and what to expect for needle biopsies!
So, high-five for that!