— Just two weeks ago I was running on 3 hours of sleep ...
... and on one particular night I'm dragged to the bar. And the bartender took one good look at me he just knew I didn't care to drink. But he engaged anyway. And - by no margin of error in my guess - he read my mind, worked the table, and made me lemonade. /bey
I went home that night without a care in the world about my responsibilities the next morning. And my 3-hour sleep shift went to an end.
A toast to the internal screaming about my flight on Wednesday.
Knowing that I've got a short window to decide if I want to relocate to California has contributed to one of the toughest decisions I've ever had to make. I'm at a crossroads between excitement and fear; and it's an intuition that's very much in line with the reality of my situation. Not knowing what to expect and having to make adjustments to this big of a switch is kind of terrifying. I've still got packages waiting and a laundry list of responsibilities to cover. But first, I have to get some stuff out of my system and celebrate.
Where we then said some things at the table. Even gave ourselves a good cry.
And oh. - a toast to the old gods and new beginnings - je vous aimes tous. ♥.
Quietly sipping our enemy's tears in the background.
But you can hear my teammates lose their shit over my clutch play to victory. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And ohh mayne. Okay. So. Let me just say that I'm still learning FPS on PC. Just last week I've started tweaking my mouse settings and experimenting with new keybinds to maximize my gameplay. And as you can see, my recording skills could also use some work. But although my experience with Overwatch feels like an entirely new territory for me, I continue to enjoy competitive play.
I'm also invested in seeing how the game will continue to evolve and compete with my undeserving loyalty to FFXIV. I mean, how about that flaky, diminishing raid scene and Alexander Savage amirite? Kek.
Scans from the revised edition of Subway Art, featuring Lady Pink
Something happened to the original post - haha - but here are some of the new additions to Subway Art's 25th anniversary edition, co-authored by photographers Martha Cooper and Henry Chalfant. Since picking it up I can honestly say that it's had a long influence. I mean. It's now my favorite reference to a part of New York City history that I've only heard stories about.
The youth of the 80s man. What a crew.
It's been an exhausting week in the newsroom.
Every day it's part of my job to consume and interpret so much information. And so often I see how we can get so passionate about the work we put in, we sometimes forget to take care of ourselves.
So I just want to take the time to acknowledge all my black contributors in media — the artists, writers, reporters, photographers, and activists who are out there putting in the time to do good work — I want you all to know that you are entitled to your personal space and well-being. And if you ever feel overwhelmed to the point where you know you'll need to take some time away from the noise, then don't feel ashamed or 'less than' for wanting to unplug and find some peace.
I'll have my days where I'll get so tired of having to hand-hold and explain to those who would rather derail, dispute, and dismiss the truth instead of coming to terms with the reality that we live in a world where anti-blackness is very much alive and well. It is voluntarily work. And I don't owe anyone the time to walk them through the what ifs and the whys and the hows.
Because at the end of the day when I take out the trash, I have no moral obligation to then devote my time and my energy to educate it.
Protect your energies fam.
Labels: peace and love
I thought back on some of my earliest memories of —
Potter and Glee and shipping ...
... and by the strange powers not vested in me I short-circuited and said that my participating had been a maaarvelous experience. Absolutely splendid 👌👌👌 spectaculah spectaculah ahaha ayy whaddyamean you've heard things lol #omg yo we've had our fair share of death threats and political intrigue and organized coups coupled with carnage but it wasn't all that bad ahahaha ...
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I can't believe it's almost been three years ...
And look at how far we've come.
What she says: I'm fine.
What she means: I know this is a bit of a long shot but, I was kind of hoping we could talk more about some of the new directions Bioware's taking with Andromeda? So let's go over what we already know with a quick review, shall we? I think it's important that we discuss some of the more common threads in theorycrafting and other memorable talking points that appear to suggest that Jennifer Hale as Lieutenant Commander Shepard is going to be a tough act to follow.
*pulls out a powerpoint presentation*
So as you can see from the following diagram ...
J.P. Morgan's personal study, looking straight up like some ancient evil sorcerer's lair.
I show up late. And I'm looking for the buffet. But they wanna play peekaboo, pfft.
But on a more serious note, I've been looking more forward to spending my time alone. For the past year or so I've had maybe, at best, 30 minutes to myself e v e r y day. And yeah. It wasn't until I went back to making edits again that I realized how much I've missed things? Hell, the other night I wrote several drafts for ASOIAF and I've been responding to fluff requests - eyy! - with vignettes that I'd like to grow into multi-chapter clusterfucks for ao3.
So mmm, yeah. Clearly aiming for that Pulitzer.