My 2010....in review:

January:
So, ontd_startrek and ontd_ai are having a Fundraiser-Off for Haiti.

February:
Lady!Boss is out with a stomach bug.

March:
HEY F-LIST?

Want to know what's awesome?

BBC's Merlin.


April:

OK MY STAR TREK GQMFS, LISTEN UP
...AND ANY OTHER FANDOM FRIENDS.

May:
1) I am DRUNK. Right Now.

June:
Not even Dante spent this much time in limbo—

July:
Supposedly it's going to take 2 weeks to set up internet in my apartment.

August:
She Lives!

September:
This post comes to you in Handy, Dandy Bullet Points! Bullet Points: for when you haven't updated in forever, and you don't know where to begin!

October:
Guess what's nearly around the corner.

November:
Oh hey, November hey.

December:
Do you like women in bodices performing Shakespeare while fighting with swords? And arcade games?


~*~

All in all, a rather...OK year. Nothing terrible. Nothing really ZOMG LIFE CHANGING. But here's to a New Year! I say....BRING IT.
Do you like women in bodices performing Shakespeare while fighting with swords? And arcade games?


(If you don't, I will be forced to revoke your Nella Friendship Card. Sorry, but you've brought it upon yourself)

If so, I have something VERY relevant to your interests.

"Rapier Wit" featuring Vixens En Gard, performing (among other days) this Saturday 12/4 at 2pm at the Brick (575 Metropolitan Avenue, 575 Metropolitan Avenue)

Here, I'll let the show's description speak for itself: )

The show is 90 minutes, and after wards (because it is in peachy convenient walking distance) I'm going to Barcade: It's a bar…and an arcade…which admit it, is EVERYTHING you hoped adulthood would be when you were a kid.

Barcade is located at 388 Union between Ainslie and Powers streets.

http://www.barcadebrooklyn.com/


Directions from Brick Theater to Barcade: Look how EASY I've made it for you all! )

So, let me know if you're coming/are intrigued/want my phone number so we can meet up at some point that day! LET'S DO THIS!
HOLIDAY CARDS!
WHO WANTS THEM??

It is that time of year again, but alas, due to NaNoWriMo (which I MAY or MAY NOT win this year, it's very touch and go what with only, what, 4 days left?) I'm behind schedule on many a thing.

BUT!

If you would like to have a card, or even better, EXCHANGE holiday cards (and I've missed your call to cards because I haven't been checking my f-list for like, ALL OF NOVEMBER THANKS TO NANO *DIES*), please let me know! Comments will be private if you want to leave an address in the comments below, or send me a PM.


BUT LET ME SHARE MAH HOLIDAY SPIRIT WITH YOU!!! XD


That is all. Carry on.
LOL


I write like
J. R. R. Tolkien

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!





NEWS!:

-my brother is still an asshole, but an asshole that appears to be coming to his senses. One hopes. We shall see.

-I have not been fandom-squeeing enough. THIS SADDENS ME. I am saddened.

-I FINISHED MY WHO SCARF!!! BEHOLD!

-Am watching a Who episode right now. Am NOT paying attention to it :(

- I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE: I've not watched any of Merlin Season 3 yet. I just don't want to be heartbroken, and I don't think I'm all to keen about where they seem to be going with Morgana and stuff. I DON'T THINK I CAN WATCH MERLIN ALONE, IS WHAT I'M SAYING. I THINK I NEED AN ADULT, OR AN APPROPRIATE FANGIRL NEXT TO ME SO I CAN REMEMBER WHAT THE SQUEE IS ALL ABOUT. :(

-Two weeks ago because my Boss!Lady injured herself and was out the whole week, I dealt with the IT guy for our COMPUTER ISSUES OF INSANITY AND GRAY-HAIR INDUCTING MAYHEM (SERIOUSLY, I FOUND A GRAY HAIR THE NEXT WEEK. I BLAME THE COMPUTERS!!). We talked lots. In short, I now have a WEE BIT OF A UBER CRUSH ON IT GUY. D:

-On Friday night, I drunk texted my Boss!Lady about IT guy and my wee-bit-of-an-uber-crush-on-him. DDD:

-She didn't tease me as mercilessly as she could have. I think she finds it adorable instead. O_o ALSO IT TURNS OUT IT GUY LIKES BEER I MUST LAY MY TRAP.

-I don't know what I am drinking, but it's TERRIBLE and I should really just dump it down the sink.

-I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year. I don't really like my story. But I AM able to write 1000 words in 30 minute sprints, so I'm pretty much ahead/on track. Just...MEH.

-I want to have another geek-together sometime either this week or next. STAY TUNED!

-SERIOUSLY, I have to dump this drink down the drain, I don't know WHAT I was thinking but it is DISGUSTING.


That is all.


Nella OUT.
Guess what's nearly around the corner.

Go on, guess.

That's right, it's nearly

HALLOWEEN
MWHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!




GO HERE FOR A POLL ABOUT WHAT CRAZY SHENANIGANS WE CAN GET UP TO THIS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY! HELP ME MAKE IT AWESOME!
Leave it to my brother to derail any tentative hope and happiness my parents might have in regards to him. Some times, I swear, I want to punch him in the face.

He withdrew from his classes at Johnson and Wales.

The Rants and Raves of a Brother's Keeper: beware, thar be Capslock waters ahead. )

So, the morale of the story is that I don't know what to do, or say. I don't know how this is going to pan out, I don't know if this is just going to be another in a long line of stupid heartbreaking mistakes my brother makes. I CERTAINLY don't know how my parents are going to manage this—my brother has worn them down to NUBS because of the things he's done, and continues to do. And I don't know what's going to happen to my brother.

It's funny. My dad and I got our hopes up that going to Johnson and Wales was a turning point for my brother. We really, really believed that he was going to be happy and finish the 4 years. Meanwhile, my mother was making dour bets about how long he was really going to last before he sunk himself and returned to Long Island. Just goes to show my father and I are the incurable optimists, while my mother just knows my brother too well. I just wish I could laugh about that particular family dynamic, instead of it breaking my fucking heart.


Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back to work.
SO. I'm pretty sure I have a fever. I mean, I don't have a thermometer, but I have chills but am sweating. Which is usually a sure sign that yep. Yep, Nella has a fever.

So I'm wrapped up in a sweater and blanket watching tv and knitting and drinking tea and Emergen-C. I can't be sick this week. Nope. No way. Can't happen.

So...here are pictures of my new apartment! )
Anyone want to go to the Knitting Factory tomorrow night at 8pm for the Flash Dance/Dirty Dancing Double feature?

I promise I'll bring my knitting, drink less, and sit far enough away from the Raspberry Brothers so that they can't actually hear my own movie snark this time. (Sorry Raspberry Brothers! I really don't mean to distract you from your own jokes, I SWEAR)
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* I LOVE MY APARTMENT.


* I want to host some serious hanging out in my apartment. Like, knitting, tea and movies/tv shows sort of things. Anyone interested? 3 blocks from a M/V stop, convenient bus-age for them un-subwayable! Let's talk!


* Talking about knitting, the urge has finally struck me down--I JUST FINISHED PURCHASING the yarn needed to knit...

THE BAKER!DOCTOR WHO SCARF.

I can't even say I find it a particularly ATTRACTIVE scarf, but I've been wanting to knit an obscenely long scarf for a while now, and it is THE Obscenely Long Scarf To End All Long Scarves.

Send help, please.



* Talking about sending help, my consciousness has been COMPLETELY TAKING HOSTAGE BY TOM HARDY. I mean, just just LOOK at this magnificent bastard.

Not fair, sir. Not. Fair.



* Talking about FAIRES, went to the NY Ren Faire. May have to go again closing weekend. I mean, there were attractive ladies swinging swords and preforming abridged Shakespeare. And Nuns. Funny ones. AND I also purchased a new outfit.

My credit card currently HATES. ME.



* Talking about hate, my workplace has been an unhappy place lately. Due to some really, really poor moves on Madame President's part (mainly, not giving credit where it was due, and being obsessed with 1) cutting the budget foolishly and 2) bringing in new part time hires who DON'T know the space like our people do to DO the jobs that OUR people are there to do) people have been quitting. A. Lot. First it was Token!Brit (who left to do producing work on a little Broadway Musical about a man who could be called spiderlike [if you know what I mean], so BULLY HIM!) and then it was one lady in Membership...and today it was ANOTHER lady, who quit EFFECTIVE. IMMEDIATELY.

SCANDALOUS.

Pretty much, my work place-what-looks-like-a-castle is declining a'la Camelot--the golden age was wondrous, but people are leaving because the higher up management is getting worse, and I feel an epic battle and fall is coming.

All I know is that Lady!Boss has been looking for a new position else where...and THAT terrifies me. I feel like I shall be the last knight standing, or Geneveire banished to her nunnery, the last tragic survivor of a glorious era...

Ah well. It still pays me at least.



* In happier news, my BROTHER STARTED CULINARY SCHOOL!!!!....Dear God, may he not drop out. Or get kicked out. *frets*. However, is DOES mean I am obligated to visit him in Providence now. Mwhaha. Mwhahahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHHA!



* I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea. Tea will make me feel better. Yes. Glorious Tea.
ink_n_imp: (Estactic!)
I'M FINALLY MOVING MY FURNITURE IN WEDNESDAY, YOU GUYS! I'M FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY GOING TO HAVE A HOME INSTEAD OF A BARE ASS APARTMENT! I CAN'T EVEN. IS IT WEDNESDAY YET???


Ahem. I mean. Yes. The insurance is in, the floor is down, the paint is on, and the place is ready--my things can finally come in.

...anyone free Wednesday between 9ish and 5ish? Anyone to comes to help gets their first round on me at a beergarden after wards (though, I MAY make you schlep all the way to Zum Schneiders on 7th and Ave C in Manhattan. There's a German beer there with my name on it...just saying)

BUT YES. FINALLY. FINALLY. *TEARS!*

I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO INVITE PEOPLE OVER. I'LL BE ABLE TO LET THEM CRASH ON MY--

...OMG. I NEED TO BUY A FUTON. OR A SNAP DOWN SOFA BED. STAT. ANY RECOMMENDATIONS?

She Lives!

Aug. 2nd, 2010 03:19 pm
Once again, long time no post gentle F-list. I finally do have internet again (a thousand huzzahs!) and even better—or worse, depending on your feelings—I have…

CABLE TV.

It is equally parts wonderful ('Golden Girls'!) and horrifying ('I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant'.). I don't know how I feel about it yet.

In other news, the paint is FINALLY going up on the walls of my apartment, but the flooring and furniture still haven't been put down. Annoying, but I can't help but be cheerful because it IS all finally coming together, and I'm finally learned patience in the matter of Setting into my New Place.

In OTHER other news, I may go to the Speakeasy at the City of New York Museum this Wednesday. Anyone want to come with? Just, it's 15 bucks to get in, but that includes a drink ticket and admission to Prohibition themed exhibits. AND this week there'll be an orchestra performing! It'll be great! Let's go! XD

Aaaaaaaand....that's about it. Now, back to work!
Supposedly it's going to take 2 weeks to set up internet in my apartment. Until Time Warner blesses me with they the meanwhile, I'll be amusing myself by reading Gulliver's Travels, spackling the holes in my walls, and lugging bundles of disgusting diseased carpeting down to the dump. Maybe I'll even get back to writing and--GOD FORBID!--FINISHING a novel. MAYBE I'll even kick myself in the ass enough that I'll start exercising again. There IS a row machine in the basement of my building...

So, dearest internet...I miss you all. I hope to see you all again in sooner than 2 weeks.

...In the meanwhile, if there's anything CRAZY AWESOME internet-wise that you think I should know about..link me here? I feel like I've lost the use of a limb without the internet--which I know is a TERRIBLE thing to say but *wibble*

Ah well, back to work.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MY CLOSING IS TOMORROW. MY APARTMENT WILL FINALLY BE MINE. I CAN FINALLY START THINKING ABOUT HOW I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO MOVE IN!

In other news: My friend Lindsay aka the Nostalgia Chick and I have had an evil plan for a series of reviews/sketches, which would begin with the Kirk vs. Picard throw down (I'm debating for Kirk, she for Picard). THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN!

Regardless of what side you root for, be it a sexy British bald man or a sexy Iowan v-neck wrap around green shirt man (or maybe you root for both...or maybe you're all for the Pike or the Archer), what makes YOU swoon and sigh "Oh Captain, My Captain" at the thought of either? What is it you love about them? Why would you want to serve under their command? *nudge...nudge?*

I just want to make sure we don't miss out on any really awesome/hilarious/TRU FAX points about EITHER sexy Enterprise Captain.

(AND I KNOW I KNOW, Janeway and Sisko are the SHIZNIT but we're sticking to the Enterprise...well, really we're sticking to what we know, but if you're going to debate captains might as well go with the Debate as Old As Time, as it were)

MAKE IT SO.

Nella Out.
The sellers' FINALLY got it together, submitted their paperwork to the Queens court, and on June 29th, I will sign on the dotted lines and this apartment will be MINE. ALL. MINE. Mwhah. MWhahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHA.

...However, I'm not going to be able to move until at LEAST after 4th of July. My Lady!Boss is taking her vacation then, and as I need to take a day off in order to move (FUCK YOU NEW APARTMENT BUILDING FOR NOT ALLOWING SATURDAY MOVE INS. FUCK YOU VERY MUCH), I might not be able to GET the day off I need until she gets back. This is what happens when you're Lady!Boss's Right Hand Woman. You can't take off the same time she does, because the Universe would COLLAPSE IN ON ITSELF.

Or something.

So, for the meanwhile, it looks like I'll be crashing with a suitcase and a cot in my new place, OR just continue crashing at my friends' apartment in Da Heights. Also, my Eternal Roommate/BFF is FINALLY returning from the West Coast, although only for a few days. And as I want to spend as much time with her as I can...Yea. Fuck you apartment. The closing was suppose to be May 15th. It's fucking June 29th. Fuck you. My friend's is more important.

This whole experience has left a rather nasty taste in my mouth. Overall, it's been a fun, life-affirming lesson about how to NEVER trust what ANYONE tells you because they DON'T have their shit together and are LYING through their TEETH. And how, if you allot what you THINK is a generous amount of time for a plethora of SNAFUs, add some more time, because the best laid plans of mice and men, my friends.

The best...laid...plans...

First thing I'm doing in my new place is buy some coconut water, limes, and break out my spiced rum. Maybe I'll find a fake palm tree and some Hawaiian lights or something. Little Paper umbrellas. Maybe a lei or two. Some cheap ass throw pillows. Kick back on my camping cot in my bare ass apartment. Pretend my life is so much more awesome than it is. If anyone's in the neighborhood, you're invited, natch.

SOOOOOOOOOOOO INSTEAD OF BITCHING AND MOANING SOME MORE ABOUT RELATIVELY STUPID SHIT, HERE'S WHAT'S BEEN MY INSTANT-CHEER-NELLA-UPER SINCE THIS MORNING!:

So, there I was--freshly exercised, fed, and showered--catching up on internet things before I fell into the sweet arms of Morpheus, when this caught my eye on my twitter feed:

"DodgerofZion: @thelindsayellis Happening pretty close to your backyard: http://bit.ly/bz2nV8"

TRIGGER WARNING (because I didn't think to warn on my twitter, and my sincere apologies to one friend. RECAP: the links regard female genital surgery on very young children conducted AT CORNELL UNIVERSITY. And all because their clits were deemed by the doctors as too big. Oh, and without the consent of the ethics board (though, WTF what the FUCK sort of ethics board ok-ed the first part?!!?) the doctor wants to perform yearly examinations involving stimulation with a vibrating device and a Q-tip. And this research, though the head doctor is a man, the other two doctors whose names are attached to the report are women.)


I clicked the link. And then clicked on this article as well (Bad Vibrations).

I'm just going to let that sink in for a moment.

Ok.

Got it?

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

NO. REALLY.

The only thing these University of Mengele PhD holders deserve is to QUALIFY FOR A DARWIN AWARD. The basis and justification for this procedure and study is horrifying. I DON'T CARE IF YOU CLAIM BIG CLITS MAKE GIRLS AGGRESSIVE, TOMBOYISH, AND *GASP* LESBIANS! The psychological harm of just the physical examination of being sexually stimulated by your "Doctor" as your PARENTS watch has GOT to outweigh the harm of growing up with a clit that doesn't "Look Right".

HAVING GENITAL THAT DOESN'T LOOK "NORMAL" ISN'T AN ISSUE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED SURGICALLY AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE. AND UNLESS IT SOMEHOW SEVERELY DIMINISHES A PERSON'S QUALITY OF LIFE FOR EITHER HEALTH OR PSYCHOLOGICAL REASON, IT SHOULD NEVER BE AN ISSUE.

This study is bullshit, these doctors' are out of their fucking minds, and I'm mad as hell. Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking this. Please, tell me my outrage isn't misplaced this time.
(Ok, OK, I KNOW it isn't Thursday, but I'm FEELING that icon right now, so there)

I've been spending WAY too much time on twitter. It doesn't help that I can access and post to twitter from my phone, but can't do so for Livejournal. Add to that getting up at 5:30 am, and not getting home until 8pm, and there goes my internet time. As soon as I've finished exercising, eaten dinner, and showered for the next day, it's already time to go to bed. I am so disgusting behind on my LJ f-list that I shouldn't even BOTHER, but if I've missed anything important/interesting/hilarious/or that you think I should know, link me? Pretty please?

UPDATES!!

1) STILL haven't moved into my new place. The seller's FINALLY got the paperwork into the hands of the Queens court (took them long enough! Assholes.) so word is as soon as that's ok-ed, it's just a matter of picking a closing date. But Still. This is fucking ridiculous, and I won't hold my breath on being able to move in the next week.

In one of Life's wonderful mixes of Joy and Bullshit, my friend is visiting from California starting late June, and now I'm realizing that I might have to juggle moving/painting/putting down flooring/getting settled in with, you know, ACTUALLY enjoying her long-missed company. Also, as I have to take a fucking day off of work in order TO move, I may have to continue living out of a suitcase and buy myself an air bed, so I can in the very least be back in Queens.

Ah well. All of this nonsense is just Cosmic Justice to balance out how AMAZINGLY AWESOME AND WELL-ORDERED AND DECORATED my Uber-Geeky-Bachelor-Pad-That-You-Are-All-Invited-Too will be. I'll have you know I purchased a fucking sweet TV that was on sale, so you can Bet Your Ass that as soon as I have something resembling comfortable seating (harem pillow nest, anyone?) there will be drinks and tea and things to marathon.

It WILL be awesome, and I'll just keep repeating that to myself until I move.

2) A friend at thatguywiththeglasses.com has asked permission to post the Starfleet PSA Grey_bard wrote and I filmed. I'd be more excited about this if I wasn't FRANTICALLY DOWNLOADING TREK EPISODES to glean clips and things necessary to re-edit it, though. I understand their recommendation to make the PSA more visually interesting with Trek clips (the internet's short attention span and all), but as the deadline I've been given is June 18th…

I've started taking my laptop with me to work on that video editing, as I have 3 hours of LIRR commuting every day. I AM able to get quite a bit of work done…as long as I don't pass out on the train from sleep deprivation. Also, I know I love having a workhorse laptop with an 15in screen, but DAMN is that thing a pain to lug around. The things I do in hopes of entertaining the Internet…

3) Talking about entertaining the internet, ALL of my filming plans/ideas are STILL on hold. There are not enough hours in the day to find a quiet corner in my parents' house long enough to film what I want to. Have been able to film little scenes here and there for Lindsay's reviews, but I'm just getting discouraged by the fact that I STILL haven't been able to refilm for my "Clash of the Titans" remake review. Boo.

I have high hopes and expectations for a series a friend and I are currently writing and hope to film. It'll be tricky as hell to pull off as it's a D&D parody, and therefore requires sets and clothing and us running around in the woods…the logistics of it are making my head spin a bit, but we're hoping to film in August/September, so I'm just trying to keep the momentum going as long as I can before the realization of what we're trying to accomplish catches up to us and makes us curl up into a ball and cry quietly to ourselves. ^_^


AND FINALLY—

4) To all my Star Trek GQMFS:

I MISS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU AND DESPERATELY CAN'T WAIT UNTIL I CAN START PLANNING PROPER MEET UPS AGAIN. SUMMER'S A-WASTIN' AND I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO ENJOY ANY OF YOUR CAPTAIN FINE COMPANY. MEET UPS WILL HAPPEN, I WILL ENDEAVOR TO MAKE IT SO.


This is Nella, Out.
It's a shockingly quiet day at work today—all the support for the art installation in the Drill Hall had finally hit its groove, and we Facilities/Maintenance sorts can finally sit back a bit in the lull.

In case you were wondering, my life was CONSUMED with the installation of THIS (OH HAI THAR NELLA'S WORK PLACE). It is…a maddening piece. I say MADDENING because the asymmetric noise of heart beats can be heard in my office overlooking the Drill Hall for more than HALF of the work day. That noise made one of my co-workers SEA SICK the first week (she actually threw up from it). Me, it just gives me a nasty throbbing headache from 12-6. I feel like whatever is to be taken away from the piece has been ruined for me as I did watch it go up, and I see it EVERY DAY.

I can't thank the lot of you who commented on my last few entries enough. It's been an insane month for me, and I can't WAIT to bid it farewell. Fuck you, retrograde Mercury. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

In happier news...er…

IN OTHER NEWS! I moved out of my apartment on the 15th. Some of you might fondly remember it from out Trek meet-ups (…or, just hazily remember it, the booze DID flow rather freely), and I have taken up the nomadic life until my new place is FINALLY ready to be signed for. Two weeks ago the sellers told us we would be signing the paperwork in two weeks. Two weeks later…we've been told we'll be ready to sign in two weeks. I starting to think I'll never ACTUALLY own this place.

Yes, but a wandering Nella am I! Last week I was staying with friends in Washington Heights, this week I'm staying with my family which means a lovely Long Island Rail Road commute at an hour no sane person should see the light of. But hey, you know what? I've a roof over my head, so no only a few complaints. That DOES mean that unless you are willing to let me crash, I'm homeward bound as soon as the work whistle blows, so to speak, so all evening gatherings shall be (sadly?) Nella-less.

I'm hoping June is a kinder, gentler month to me. I can't wait until I can meet up with those of you I have the privilege of knowing IRL (and raise a glass with you, for the love of God let there be glass-raising). I can't WAIT until I have the time to ACTUALLY read my F-list again.

But until then, I'm not dead yet! *WAVES MADLY!*

Nella Out.
1) I am DRUNK. Right Now.

2) Art installation at work went STELLAR-LY. I can't even. Boss!Lady's/My Crew is AMAZING.

3) Because of this week, if I haven't lost weight/gained muscle there IS NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD.

4) No. Really. No elevator at my work place. It's been HELL.

5) Cherry on top? My Uncle ( not "blood" relative but for Sicilians let me cut my wrists now and let's blood share--SERIOUSLY I blame this man/his wife for my later-in-life love of gardening! I have 3 smells I associate with a happy, loving childhood and one I have to blame on him and his wife and it is CIGARETTE SMOKE!) died this week. My immediate family has shielded me from this 'til now. Funeral is Saturday. TECHNICALLY need to be out of my current apartment...SATURDAY. Would rather drink myself under a table...and pretend I'm a wee!Nella back in Dix Hills under a patio table as I watch the cig smoke languorously rise from Uncle!Pipo's* and Aunt Franca's patio in the summertimes of my youth.



*Uncle Pipo's the one that's died.

...How am I suppose to show up to work as a human BEING tomorrow?

I Can't Even.

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