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sorcyressToday sucks on multiple levels for multiple reasons, including but not limited to hurting people I give a shit about by being an irrational bitch, transphobia, feeling betrayed by someone who never owed me anything in the first place, aforementioned phone sucking, photobucket sucking a million dead donkey dicks, losing all the browser tabs I had open for sundries and responses, and probably other stuff, like the whole constant stressor that is lack of job and money and also needing to get into grad school and do well this semester and fucking _doom_.
But dammit, tonight I get to sous-chef1 for someone who's the next closest thing to professional, and I am going to distract myself if it kills me. Which it would, except that I'm immortal.
I'm also going to go put the flask away before I get tempted, since the second rule of boozahol2 is "if I ever "need a drink" I do not get a drink".
ANYWAYS the whole original point of this post is "I just uploaded a ton of photos to flickr, I should post them!" so I'm going to do that now. Have like thirty photos, :
I haven't uploaded pictures from my camera since Halloween. Luckily, I basically took no photos for the month of November. But yeah. Backlog from then.
This is a boss pumpkin I found while wandering one day. Seriously impressive and scary teeth.
And this pumpkin...was right near my school, and somewhat imploded upon itself over the next several days. But it looks pretty sweetly sinister in this photo at least. I like sinister jack-o-lanterns.
Dressed for the Regency tea dance. Do not think that I am wearing anything even remotely close to Regency clothing, I'm not. I just wanted to try and be clearly a boy. Which...I'm not, really, but at least I was wearing pants and tails.
Bowling with Santa always has bowling, which is hard to get good pictures of, and santa, who is much easier to photograph. Here he is with mom:
Also, people in general will stay still if you tell them to, like Kevin:
On Christmas Eve, the family always lays the stockings by the TV with care.
This is how I know Whimsy is absolutely my cat. That's my stocking.
Chort and Paula are roughly the single cutest couple in all of existence.
Arisia!
I continue to suck at cameras, but look at this skirt
I declared her my new best friend.
Gay Jayne Cobb. Why? Because it's ridiculous, that's why.
Apparently he and his group of friends wanted to do a whole cast of opposite-Serenity-crew. Effeminate and swishy Jayne was a pretty good start, they mentioned having a lovey-dovey Mal and Inara and a basically completely swapped Simon and Wash.
Detail on hat and Rainbow Sun shirt, which he was talking about maybe trying to make more of if he got better at the rainbow (I would buy one for Maddie in a _heartbeat_:
This is Alex's shirt. It is the best shirt ever, and I'm ashamed to say he went half the day before I stopped, actually read it, and burst out laughing.
Shaenon OMGponies Garrity. Some Tip and Tigerlily cosplayers. General all around "yes this".
Did I actually write an Arisia report? Yes, but not a very organized one. I don't remember if I mentioned, but at the thumpy-music dance, there was a big ol' well-made TARDIS that some people had brought from Canada.
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jere7my forced me to take this photo. It is a good photo, one of delicious mind-crashing fandoms.
[/Arisia]
Then I was in Atlanta for a week, where I mostly didn't take pictures, which is a shame, because it's very picturable. (Picturesque, even. :P). But I got a couple shots of the sculpture garden near Sparr's place, and one very WTF shot of what greets you in the front room of C7:
...right. Perfectly logical.
Look at that skyline. This is less than a block from where Sparr spends most of his time. Fucking *beautiful* city, dammit.
Also, cool sculptures and stuff.
The windchimes work, but it takes effort. We didn't manage to get them untangled while we were there, though bouncing on the sculpture (all the things in the sculpture garden are very climbable) seemed to help --maybe if I had been more organized about that?
Back home in Boston, I take way too many pictures of this church-steeple. Kindof a function of my favourite highplace, the one I can actually get to sometimes.
And then there was this.
I was walking to Davis, and standing at the terrible light to cross from Porter to the CVS. I laugh at the CVS "harmacy" sign, but decide it's not worth pulling my camera out for, not when it's cold. And then a sidelong glance over a couple yards, and I spot this.
It's a snow dodecahedron.
As I stalk over to look closer, a nearby woman turns, and gasps, seeing it for the first time. It blended in with the other piles, is the only thing I can think of, and oh, it is amazing. I take several pictures, and we exclaim over it, and she says, before crossing the street "well, that makes my night much better!"
I don't know if her night was strictly bad, or just went from good to great, but that is a line I love to hear, possibly because it has happened to me, multiple times, that a stranger's smile has turned the end of the world into something I can possibly bear. So I'm pleased that I, not helped her, but brought attention to something that would.
My other interesting stranger story is from Friday night, walking home from Jekyll and Hyde. Across the street from me is a car with the windows down, defying the cold by blasting bouncy music with a good beat. I laugh, and dance for a moment, just being silly. I look up, and the driver catches my eye. He cheers, and dances with me, and we both rock out while waiting for the lights to turn.
As his light turns green, I holler "Have a good night!" across the road to him. "You are WICKED COOL!" he replies. "I LIKE YOU!"
And that is why I love being who I am and living in the world I do.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: I like sous-chefing. I just don't like cooking.
2: The first rule would also be broken, since it's "I am not allowed to drink alone."
Chocolate alone, I am allowed to do that as much as I fucking want. If it turns into eating chocolate and watching my favourite episode of Middleman, that is an OKAY THING, OKAY?
But dammit, tonight I get to sous-chef1 for someone who's the next closest thing to professional, and I am going to distract myself if it kills me. Which it would, except that I'm immortal.
I'm also going to go put the flask away before I get tempted, since the second rule of boozahol2 is "if I ever "need a drink" I do not get a drink".
ANYWAYS the whole original point of this post is "I just uploaded a ton of photos to flickr, I should post them!" so I'm going to do that now. Have like thirty photos, :
I haven't uploaded pictures from my camera since Halloween. Luckily, I basically took no photos for the month of November. But yeah. Backlog from then.
This is a boss pumpkin I found while wandering one day. Seriously impressive and scary teeth.
And this pumpkin...was right near my school, and somewhat imploded upon itself over the next several days. But it looks pretty sweetly sinister in this photo at least. I like sinister jack-o-lanterns.
Dressed for the Regency tea dance. Do not think that I am wearing anything even remotely close to Regency clothing, I'm not. I just wanted to try and be clearly a boy. Which...I'm not, really, but at least I was wearing pants and tails.
Bowling with Santa always has bowling, which is hard to get good pictures of, and santa, who is much easier to photograph. Here he is with mom:
Also, people in general will stay still if you tell them to, like Kevin:
On Christmas Eve, the family always lays the stockings by the TV with care.
This is how I know Whimsy is absolutely my cat. That's my stocking.
Chort and Paula are roughly the single cutest couple in all of existence.
Arisia!
I continue to suck at cameras, but look at this skirt
I declared her my new best friend.
Gay Jayne Cobb. Why? Because it's ridiculous, that's why.
Apparently he and his group of friends wanted to do a whole cast of opposite-Serenity-crew. Effeminate and swishy Jayne was a pretty good start, they mentioned having a lovey-dovey Mal and Inara and a basically completely swapped Simon and Wash.
Detail on hat and Rainbow Sun shirt, which he was talking about maybe trying to make more of if he got better at the rainbow (I would buy one for Maddie in a _heartbeat_:
This is Alex's shirt. It is the best shirt ever, and I'm ashamed to say he went half the day before I stopped, actually read it, and burst out laughing.
Shaenon OMGponies Garrity. Some Tip and Tigerlily cosplayers. General all around "yes this".
Did I actually write an Arisia report? Yes, but not a very organized one. I don't remember if I mentioned, but at the thumpy-music dance, there was a big ol' well-made TARDIS that some people had brought from Canada.
jere7my forced me to take this photo. It is a good photo, one of delicious mind-crashing fandoms. [/Arisia]
Then I was in Atlanta for a week, where I mostly didn't take pictures, which is a shame, because it's very picturable. (Picturesque, even. :P). But I got a couple shots of the sculpture garden near Sparr's place, and one very WTF shot of what greets you in the front room of C7:
...right. Perfectly logical.
Look at that skyline. This is less than a block from where Sparr spends most of his time. Fucking *beautiful* city, dammit.
Also, cool sculptures and stuff.
The windchimes work, but it takes effort. We didn't manage to get them untangled while we were there, though bouncing on the sculpture (all the things in the sculpture garden are very climbable) seemed to help --maybe if I had been more organized about that?
Back home in Boston, I take way too many pictures of this church-steeple. Kindof a function of my favourite highplace, the one I can actually get to sometimes.
And then there was this.
I was walking to Davis, and standing at the terrible light to cross from Porter to the CVS. I laugh at the CVS "harmacy" sign, but decide it's not worth pulling my camera out for, not when it's cold. And then a sidelong glance over a couple yards, and I spot this.
It's a snow dodecahedron.
As I stalk over to look closer, a nearby woman turns, and gasps, seeing it for the first time. It blended in with the other piles, is the only thing I can think of, and oh, it is amazing. I take several pictures, and we exclaim over it, and she says, before crossing the street "well, that makes my night much better!"
I don't know if her night was strictly bad, or just went from good to great, but that is a line I love to hear, possibly because it has happened to me, multiple times, that a stranger's smile has turned the end of the world into something I can possibly bear. So I'm pleased that I, not helped her, but brought attention to something that would.
My other interesting stranger story is from Friday night, walking home from Jekyll and Hyde. Across the street from me is a car with the windows down, defying the cold by blasting bouncy music with a good beat. I laugh, and dance for a moment, just being silly. I look up, and the driver catches my eye. He cheers, and dances with me, and we both rock out while waiting for the lights to turn.
As his light turns green, I holler "Have a good night!" across the road to him. "You are WICKED COOL!" he replies. "I LIKE YOU!"
And that is why I love being who I am and living in the world I do.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: I like sous-chefing. I just don't like cooking.
2: The first rule would also be broken, since it's "I am not allowed to drink alone."
Chocolate alone, I am allowed to do that as much as I fucking want. If it turns into eating chocolate and watching my favourite episode of Middleman, that is an OKAY THING, OKAY?
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