...AND ANY OTHER FANDOM FRIENDS.

Sat, April 24th, the NYC Star Trek Meet Up group is throwing AN INSANELY BELATED BUT STILL GONNA BE AWESOME BDAY PARTY FOR ME. I don't know the details cause those are a surprise for me, BUT YOU SHOULD COME!

THE POST ABOUT IT IS HERE.

LEAVE A COMMENT THERE IF YOU WANT TO COME.

I BETTER SEE ALL YA'LL THERE. JUST. SAYING.
So, there I'm sitting, watching "Clash of the Titans", reliving my childhood (...and onward) infatuation with Greek mythology and stop motion animation, and wondering why Perseus' crazy yet awesome playwright/poet sick kick/mentor sounds SO FAMILIAR--

IT'S BURGESS MEREDITH.

AKA, THIS GUY.

MY CHILDHOOD HAS COME FULL CIRCLE YOU GUYS.

Thank you IMDB.



Also...my GOD I loved this movie as a child. Rewatching it tonight, I am honestly burning with curiousity about how the remake will be. I suspect they will get rid of everything I like in favor of a inundating it with a "BOO DESTINY BOO GODS THEY IS PETTY AND CRUEL SO LET'S TAKE DEM DOWN!" message.

As I hear, they got rid of Bubos the MECHANICAL OWL OF AMAZINGNESS. If they did, then I donno man...I don't think the hotness of Sam Wothington and all the crackified glory that I imagine Neeson!Zeus will be can make up for such a GRIEVOUS WRONG. Let's just say if I were Zeus and this Bubos-less movie was King Acrisius of Argos who condemned his daughter Danae and grandson Perseus to death by sea, HIS ASS AND HIS CITY-STATE WOULD BE TOAST UNDER MY WRATH. JUST. SAYING.


EDIT: Ok, just read the synopsis for the remake. Hades is the bad guy ya'll. Again. Seriously, what is the God of the Underworld ever do to you!?! He was like, the chillest of the Gods! He really was the least douchey! He only ever kidnapped one goddess! There a decided lack of human female rape in his back story! He only fucks with you if you invade his Underworld, and then you have it coming! For realz, I'd rather hang with Hades any day than any of the other go--ok, Ok, I'd want to hang with Hermes too. But definitely Hades. Hades rocks.

EDIT OF MOVIE FAIL: Just read more of the synopsis. It's Disney's Hercules with Daddy Issues. ARGH MOVIE I HATE YOU ALREADY BUT I'LL STILL TOTALLY SEE YOU OPENING NIGHT, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH.

I'm going to curl back up with my 1981 version. GRRH.
It's been FAAAAAAAAR too long since I've updated outside of twitter, but

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears!

March 24 is my 25th birthday!


Now, I know all my Star Trek GQMFS are planning a CRAZY SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ME come April, but in the meanwhile, I definitely want to raise a glass with the lot of you as I celebrate another year on God's green* earth! The only present I ask for b-day is your time and willingness to hang out in one of my favorite watering holes! ^_^

The place is Slainte on the Bowery (btw. Houston and Bleecker, next to the Bowery Poetry Club). I'll be there starting 6:15pm, so I'm hoping you can stop by even if just for a little bit. Happy hour is 4p-8p with 2-for-1 Draughts.

Drop me a PM if you need my cell number.

Hope to see you there!


*green in theory, as this IS NYC
I saw Alice in Wonderland last night, and decided to sleep on it before I attempted to put my thoughts on the matter into words. This probably explains why I had a truly epic dream about a banished prince and his sorceress-knight and their adventures against sea monsters and an enchanted forest—

But I digress.

Down that old rabbit hole then... )

On the whole, I saw it. You'll want to see it too. I just hope you come out feeling more satisfied with it than I did.

Also, it is now my head canon that Alice was directly responsible for the Boxer Rebellion. THAT’S MY STORY AND I’M STICKING BY IT.
First, there was Lindsay's review of My Little Pony, which included video of me re-telling with old My Little Ponies pulled from my parent's attic a popular childhood story I played as a Wee Nella (albeit with more big girl words for the video, but the heart of the story remained).

Then--thanks to popular demand--the the (mostly) unabridged video of my 'pony epic' was posted.

And then...there was the scholarly deconstruction posted at That Guy With the Glasses by Oancitizen, entitled, My Toy Collection for a Horse: Gender Roles and Comparative Mythology in Nella's Pony Epic

Dear Oancitizen;

First, the very fact that you gave a shout out to Shakespeare's Richard III with your title of this scholarly masterpiece endeared me straight away; "a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!" Richard cried, and by god you ran with it. As it might be said, my prepubescent subversion of my judo-christian-greco-roman-centricity was showing. Who knew someone else could so impressively deconstruct the psyche of my childhood self, circa 5-8 years of age?

Also, I now intend to introduce "whoreducator" into everyday speech. I suspect my coworkers will be confused at first, but that it will quickly catch on.


In conclusion, with my compliments:


Well Done, Sir.

Regards,

Nella
HEY F-LIST?

Want to know what's awesome?

BBC's Merlin.

Want ot know what's awesomer?

BBC's Merlin FANS.

What to know what's AWESOME SAUCE?

MINI MERLIN 2, MARCH 19th-21st, IN PHILLY.

MARCH 3RD IS THE ABSOLUTE DEADLINE IF YOU WANT TO COME AND STAY IN THE HOTEL WITH THE GROUP RATE. From what I can see, there's ONE room left, with ONE opening, which means if you're that ONE person...CONTACT THAT ROOM COORDINATOR AND DO IT DO IT DO IT!

(RIGHT AFTER YOU CONTACT PUCKLING WITH YOUR REGISTRATION/25 BUCK CON FEE)


AND if you live in NYC, you can even carpool down there with me. I have ONE MORE SPOT in my car for you.

One could almost call it...DESTINY.
You know it's one of THOSE days when you have this verse from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" on loop in your head:

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd: 
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


For realz, that verse and the fact that it's the Shat Ball is this evening is the only thing keeping me from backhanding a few choice people who, AS USUAL, have sprung things on me AT THE LAST MINUTE, and very blithely asked me to do it all FOR THEM, with an airy "Thanks" and "oh, I NEED it done today" and "I REALLY appreciate this".

And you know what, it's done. It's fine. Because I am Nella and BY GOD I GET SHIT DONE, even when it's NOT EVEN MY SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

*deep breath*
1. Registration for Minimerlin is open! This is important, you guys. IF YOU WANT TO GO TO THE CON THEN YOU HAVE TO FILL OUT THE REGISTRATION FORM ON THAT POST. Right now, all you have to pay is the $25 registration fee, which goes toward the con suite as well as food and beverages.

SO!!! IF YOU WERE PLANNING ON COMING TO PHILLY WITH ME ([livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut, [livejournal.com profile] iheartweasleys, [livejournal.com profile] liasbuttissexy) GO AND REGISTER SO YOU DON'T MISS OUT!

ALSO...[livejournal.com profile] pasty_pants--it appears I DO have a spot for you in the car. Think you can come after all? The spot is yours unless you give me a definite NAY.

Music!

Feb. 16th, 2010 11:26 pm
I've been filled recently with the burning desire to take up a musical instrument again. I was never really good, but it was enjoyable after I LONG SINCE gave up on learning to play an instrument so I could avoid being forced into recitals/NYSSMA and tortured over them (CURSE YOU NYSSMA! *SHAKES FIST!*). But as my piano is at my parents, and it is UNLIKELY I'll ever have an apartment in the near/distant future where I could HAVE my piano on hand, I think I want to take up something cheaper/more transportable

I have the strongest desire to take up...the ukulele.

(Or the violin, but I blame the murder mystery party for that.)

((Or even the accordion, but that would only make those who know me who can PLAY the accordian laugh and laugh and laugh and--))

If I'm really honest with myself, picking up a new instrument to learn would only make my life a Jeeves and Wooster tale; except that I'm a Bertie without a Jeeves, so I'm already forced to control my sudden bouts of bad-judgement, lest disaster strikes.

(Still would like to take up the ukulele though.)
But I plum forgot to!

Last week was my roomie's b-day, and as I realized I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN to get her a card, but remembered how much she loved penguins and how her original plans were ruined by the snow storm, I made her this!

handmade card thrown together at the last minute during my lunch break while at work and after commandeering the graphic designer supplies that hadn't been touched in a year. )

I swear I got actual work done last week while at work. I SWEAR IT.
Rules: List seven you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your winter. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

I TAG NO ONE.

7 embedded youtube videos under the cut...click them, and despair. )
- List 7 habits/quirks/facts.
- Tag 7 people to do the same.
- Don't tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.


Let's see…where to begin... )

AAAAAAAAAAAAND do it yourself if you feel so inclined. ^_^

...Huh.

Feb. 14th, 2010 12:40 pm
My only plans for today just got canceled. And by plans, I mean looking at apartments and going to dinner at a Spanish restaurant. WITH MY PARENTS.

MY PARENTS JUST BAILED ON ME. ON VALENTINE'S DAY. LOL I CAN'T EVEN.

So...anyone on my f-list up for anything last minute in Manhattan? Or want me to come over to their place? I can bring a shit ton of alcohol from my private stash. *bates eyes*
ink_n_imp: (Ozma the Wise)
Laurapalooza!: a con for all things Laura Ingalls Wilder

Good God. I want to go SO BAD. Like many girls before me--and I'm sure like many girls that will come—the Little House on the Prairie books were some of the greatest loves of my life. I read those to bits—I even had doubles of the books, so that my older, complete set might be spared the worst of the abuse.

I wanted to be just like Laura—when I was a wee!Nella* whenever my dad (which I used to think of as Pa, as he had a beard too!) needed help with anything, I'd jump to do so, just like Laura would have! And if it required heavy lifting, and my dad praised me afterwards for my strength, you can bet your ass that in my mind I was thinking "STRONG LIKE A LITTLE FRENCH PONY!"
And you know, sometimes there are things I still do just because it's what Laura would have done. So yes, consider me keen on the idea of talking Little Halfpint with others.

...Now I wish I had those books on me…


*and not a middling!Nella, when puberty hit and took away anything decent about me, until I clawed my way back out of adolescent douchery
So...I'm looking at buying an apartment in Queens.

This apartment's lease is up in May, and what with one roommate declaring her intentions to leave the country for a while, we've all started the apartment search dance. And beginning, I thought I'd look for a two bedroom affair so I could have a roommate. But...well, maybe I don't want a roommate. Maybe I just want something that I don't have to worry about NEEDING to find someone else to go doubles in. I mean, sure, what Watson wouldn't tolerate or get along spiffingly with the right Holmesian roommate (And I am VERY much one of nature's Watsons)?

But once again, the idea of having a place that I can afford on my lonesome, and not have to worry about renting out a room, or who I can have over when and for how long and how many times--

So, one-bedroom/studios it is then. But good God, how nerve-racking! Is it the right size, layout, enough sockets, is the kitchen serviceable (A REQUIREMENT), is there a balcony (...which is quickly becoming a HUGE desire, I mean, I COULD GROW THINGS THEN. Have a reading nook for nice weather. BARBEQUE! I COULD BARBEQUE AGAIN!), is the neighborhood nice, is it closer to the subway than I am now, CAN I EVEN AFFORD THIS FUCKERY etc etc etc etc...

D:

Also, there's a bit of a...lack of condos. Everything available is a co-op. ARGH! If I'm going to own something, it's going to be MINE, NOT a split in the shares of the entire building so then some board can tell me what's what. Nu-huh. NO THANKS.

ARGH I hope I find my Own True Apartment by April though. I'm going to be cultivating a nice ulcer until then.
There's a planning post going on over at [livejournal.com profile] st_nyc_gqmfs for what our next party/meet up should be.

I WOULD LIKE TO REMIND ALL OF MY STAR TREK NYC GQMFS THAT MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 24, 2 DAYS AFTER THAT OF MASTER THESPIAN AND MY PERSONAL LIFE-SPIRATION, MR. WILLIAM SHATNER.



I WOULD LIKE SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAN ACCORDINGLY. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

MAKE IT SO.
Much as I love my office job, all this sitting is KILLING me. Now, it's not like I'm an athletic person, far from it. I'm one of nature's laze-abouters. The internet has not helped that in the least. HOWEVER. My body just can't take that sort of abuse. I just CAN'T sit for hours and days on end because my body will become one big pile of HURT. I mean, I managed to wrack up quite a few aches and pains back when I was working in Archaeology, but at least they were strains and things that made sense. Went tramping 2 miles with 50 lbs of bulky equipment? Ok, that ache in my back makes sense! Shifted wet clay for 6+ hours for an entire week? Well, no wonder my arms are sore (and getting a bit toned, nice). Been troweling through glacial fill of highly compacted rocks and dirt? Of COURSE my wrists and forearm is going to be one long OUCH.

But here, while I'm not climbing under/over tables, running up/down stairs, lifting/dragging furniture, I'm sitting on my ass. ALL DAY. I mean, that paper work ain't going to finish itself!

(Oh, that I wish it would!)

But this is causing…problems. Never mind the knots in my shoulders (friends of mine who can beat a back into submission have described as my body's OBVIOUS attempts at building body armor). I've been trying to stretch and stuff, but I just can't shake this absolute PAIN in my lower back. And if I sit for more than an hour, I have to be careful about HOW I get up from my seat. And then I have to be carefully walking for a bit. Which, like I said, IS KILLING ME, because I'm one of those 'sit down/jump up/throw myself back into my chair/leap to my feet again!' sorts.

The minute I start walking and moving and crawling and crouching, my back feels worlds better. But as soon as I sit? I'm back where I started. I can't help but feel this is my body's way of demanding that I get on planning/creating that farming commune of my dreams. 'Look how unhappy I can make you when you aren't outside in the sun and wind and other elements with dirt under your nails and finagling with equipment and dreaming of the things you could grow in a greenhouse complex a'la EPCOT and contemplating the merits of pre-industrial revolution farming methods and the trials and tribulations of goat-raising' it seems to be saying.

ARGH why must I be such a HOBBIT.
Good God, I can't even. There are NOT enough hours in my days anymore! Every time I try to sit down and write something, or try to find the time to film something, I just can't! There's too much else to do in the meanwhile! I mean, good lord, the only thing I've accomplished yesterday besides clearing off my desk and tidying up my room was posting pictures with commentary for Lindsay! It's only Tuesday and I am ready to crash and BURN. In a way I'm almost (BUT REALLY JUST BARELY) grateful for this impending Snow-pocalypse—it's my ticket out of a few things I JUST DON'T HAVE TIME FOR. D:



IN OTHER MORE EXCITING NEWS, Lindsay has been trying to figure out how to review My Little Ponies. I don't remember watching that show when I was a wee!Nella, but by God did I have the ponies themselves. Lucky for her, I have no shame and tend to HOARD things, for I still HAVE all of my childhood My Little Ponies. After retrieving them from my parents' attic, I threw the following together last night as inspiration for her. Because that's what internet sidekick BFFs DO.

Behold, a picture journal of a My Little Pony story line I made up and enjoyed immensely as a wee!Nella...only with more adult words this time around, and a helping of self examination. )
Lady!Boss is out with a stomach bug.

Father (her boss) is out at a doctor's appointment, and is probably not going to come in today.

I have a stack of paperwork that NEEDS to be done by today. Things in the office are (KNOCK ON WOOD) quiet.

…I might ACTUALLY be able to get some work done.

*is gobsmacked*
Well, got my hair cut today.

It's short.

Like, really short.



We'll see how good it looks in like, a day. ^_^;;;

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