moiread: (SHINIES • a botanist in faeryland.)
I have bought a lot of shinies from [livejournal.com profile] elisem over the years and, since she's still making lovely things, I don't expect to stop acquiring more anytime soon. Like a dragon, I now have a small hoard. As awesome as that is, the pieces that I love most have changed over time, and there are a lot of items that I just don't wear anymore. I think they deserve better than languishing in my jewellery box, so I'm sending them out into the world to seek new homes and new civilizations, to boldly go new adventures. Any money I make from these sales will help me afford the confluence of Christmas and vet bills. (My formerly-abused rescue dog says thank you for anxiety meds!)

Lots of earrings and pendants here! )
moiread: (facepalm • lisa e.)
Dear Certain Cisgendered Men of My Acquaintance Who I Will Never Call Friend and Do Not Feel the Slightest Bit Guilty Venting About Outside of Their Earshot:

I am so tired of whiny geekboy self-pity. "WOMEN ARE MEEEAN AND CONFUUUUSING! I am totally discriminated against FOR BEING A GEEK! Except by the stupid humourless feminist bitches! Those ones hate me just because I have a penis! MY LIFE IS SO HARD."

YES, STRAIGHT WHITE DUDE IN EXCELLENT HEALTH WITH A SIX-FIGURE SALARY. YOUR EXISTENCE IS SO UNFAIR.

Newsflash: Technology has taken over and geeks are the people making money. (Well, them and sports stars and Hollywood A-listers. Oh, and exploitative religious leaders, but let's not go down that road.) Being a geek is sexy now. Everybody wants to be one. There are entire internet communities devoted to making fun of "mainstream" people who "pretend to be geeks". The fact that you "true geeks" even have a sea of "poseurs" to make fun of like that should say it all.

Being a geek is NOT THE PROBLEM.

Being a shut-in is the problem. Being an asshole is the problem. Having no social skills and saying stupid shit is the problem. Having anger issues is the problem. Treating the very people with whom you want to have a relationship as if they are THE ENEMY and BITCHING about them all the time is the problem. Insulting women in the same breath as saying you want to have sex with them is the problem. Talking to women in ways that clearly indicate you don't care about them as people, only about how soon you can skip to the part where you get to touch their breasts, is the problem. Not seeing how fucking stupid you look when you do all of this is the problem.

Women don't shun you because you have specialized in a science- or technology-related field. Women shun you because you're a shitty person carrying around forty years of barely-restrained confirmation-bias rage that we can smell from across the room. Women shun you because we can tell from the first five minutes of conversation that you hate yourself and you hate us and you're about twenty minutes of antsy, impotent frustration away from shoving your hands down the nearest set of pants you can find.

Seriously. This is not fucking gradeschool anymore, where having a skillset far more developed and specialized than your peers was something that got you beaten up because the layman herd found your knowledge base confusing and therefore undeserving of respect. Now they are trying to catch up and BE YOU.

So get over your bitter high school baggage, you self-centered misogynist shitheel. If you spent half as much energy trying to learn about social dynamics and gender issues as you do creating intricate 30-page rants about the minutae of your latest MMO obsession and complaining about women, you might actually "get laid" occasionally by one or more of them like you so desperately want.

Because that is what you want, right? And you're a geek, right? You're that guy who prides himself on his intellectual curiosity and love of knowledge, right? You're a guy who's all about systems and figuring out how they work, right? You're all about reading up and observing, and you think you're able to assimilate a lot of information in ways most other people can't, right?

RIGHT?

SO STOP BITCHING AND FUCKING GEEK OUT ABOUT THIS ALREADY.

Books!

May. 10th, 2012 05:48 pm
moiread: (BOOKS • stock.)
I just had to send in a complaint to Kobo Books about their ebook version of Marissa Meyer's Cinder*, which I bought on a lark after seeing a physical copy in-store, only to discover that the e-book version being sold by Kobo is written entirely in allcaps. Yes, really. It's incredibly hard to read, and the original book wasn't written that way. This means that somewhere along the process chain, not only did somebody think this was a good idea but then someone else actually approved it. BAFFLING. So now I want my money back.

But to balance that out: A great big box of shinies arrived in my mailbox today!



I've actually read [livejournal.com profile] pameladean's Tam Lin and Octavia Butler's Lilith's Brood trilogy before, but the former was a library copy and the latter was a seriously messed up epub-format e-book from a friend. (I finally figured out that whatever idiot put the e-book together had arranged it so that you read the first chapter of all three books consecutively, then after that the second chapter of all three, and then the third chapter of all three, and so on. It was REALLY confusing. And yet the story was still good enough to make me an Octavia Butler fan despite the way it had been presented and despite it being my first exposure to her, which should tell you something if you're not already familiar with her work.)

I'm so excited to read the others! Even if these omnibus editions are heavy enough that I could easily beat somebody to death with a single one...

(* No relation to Stephenie, as far as I can tell, and thank goodness for that.)
moiread: (GEEK • talk nerdy to me.)
Dude. World Fantasy Con is in Toronto this year. I could actually do that! Only I don't know if anyone else I know would be there, and if I went alone I'd just wind up reading a lot and never talking to anybody.
moiread: (MUSIC • guitar.)
So, uh. I'm a radio DJ now. I completely forgot to mention that here when it happened. WOOPS!

I was approached about it a few weeks ago, and had my audition show on the 21st of last month. The audition show was CRAZY -- they threw every horrible listener experience they've ever had at me, all at once, to see how I rolled with it -- but I passed with flying colours and we made it official right after. I have since been catching up (whenever my health permits; it's been a bad run lately) on all the shiny new responsibilities I have with the station. It's an internet radio station, of course, because there's no way my health could permit me to go work at one in-person right now, but I've been helping out there for a year now as a volunteer on the Street Team and I'm thrilled to be part of the actual staff now!

I've told a few people individually so far and, in nearly all cases, the conversation has pretty much gone like this:

"I'm a DJ at an internet radio station now! I'm so excited!"
"Are you a real DJ?"
"...Yes?"
"So you use turntables and everything?"
"No. That's turntabling. That is a recent niche subset of DJing."
"Oh. I thought that's what DJ meant."
"DJ just means 'disk jockey'. It just refers to anyone who selects and plays recorded music for an audience. Any person you hear on the radio is a DJ. So yes, I am a 'real' DJ, just like every other DJ since the dawn of entertainment radio has also been a real DJ, including before turntabling was a thing."

So now you know! I am a DJ; I do not turntable. Not that there is anything wrong with turntabling, but it is a bit frustrating to have that conversation over and over and feel like my pride and excitement in this new venture is somehow being devalued. So now you know! And we do not have to have that conversation. Awkwardness avoided!

I am really excited, you guys. As many of you know, I am a pretty big music geek and I love to put together playlists and mixes, so this is right up my alley. I intend to play a lot of stuff that the station doesn't see much of, like pop, dance music, 80s, folk, blues, and the occasional stint of world music and ambient. I am going to have SO MUCH FUN. :D

And speaking of which: My debut show is tonight. Well, technically it's actually the wee hours of tomorrow morning, because it runs from midnight to 3am, but who's counting? Because it's such a late-night timeslot, I'm going to be debuting with pop, dance, and techno. If that sounds like your thing, you should definitely tune in by visiting The Cape Radio's website. The link to tap into the broadcast stream is right up there at the top, under "GET CONNECTED". Just select your music player of choice and enjoy!

And I'm sorry if this announcement sounds bleh and cranky. I am super tired and in need of a nap so I can be all happy and high-energy tonight. Hope to see you there!

PS: I've also made a twitter account for my DJ persona, where I will talk about DJ stuff, link to new music I find that I feel is worth sharing, and announce upcoming shows. For the moment, I'm just a fill-in DJ (by my preference), so those announcements are the best way to find out when I'm going to be on. :)

PPS: The station itself is called The Cape Radio, because it's staffed (and primarily listened to) by players of the City of Heroes MMORPG, but we have a lot of listeners from outside the game as well. I just figured I should explain that so you're not really confused by all the fake ads for in-game companies and bumpers full of jokes about the game. ;)

PPPS: Yes, I totally wound up named after my snake. It honestly just worked out that way, I SWEAR.
moiread: (POLITICS • canada/NDP.)
We interrupt this recent string of posts about medical issues to bring you a post about my other favourite topic: POLITICS!

Behold, an awesome video on FPTP:

moiread: (GEEK • talk nerdy to me.)
The best one is the frontmost "slice", where you can see the forehead part of my skull, and my sinuses, and my eyeballs, and my nose bones, but not yet far enough in that you hit my cheekbones and jaw. So it totally looks like my skull is a Cthuloid alien thing:



Is that not totally awesome?

I wish we'd been able to get video of them scrolling through the scan, but Rae had to sneak up to the nurse's station with a bogus story/excuse just to ninja me a photo. Alas. ;)
moiread: (dude • stock.)
Soooo... Two and a half hours ago I randomly had an unexplained grand mal seizure while sitting outside with [livejournal.com profile] soirenoir & Co on their driveway. Was brought to the ER by ambulance because Rae is a smart First Aider. Now hanging out in Observation waiting on brain tests.

I totally intend to write about the experience, but for now I am too exhausted.

Hopefully they won't need to keep me overnight. I want to go home as soon as it's safe so that I can, at the very least, take a shower and change into my own clothes. (Although these rainbow sherbet undies Rae bought me, ASAP after I came around properly here at the hospital, are admittedly pretty fuckin' rad.)

So yeah. Not dead. Not dying. Do not appear to have scrambled too much of my brain, though there are some lingering word salad/word retrieval issues that are really annoying. (They don't seem to be happening here in text, mind you. BRAINS ARE SO COOL.) Evening else seems fine -- for a certain definition of fine, anyway -- so hopefully that one lingering thing will sort itself out soon.

Fingers crossed that it was a rare one-time thing and not a seizure disorder! Though I am seriously jealous that everyone else got to see me have a seizure but I didn't. :(
moiread: (GEEK • gaming.)
If any of you have an Apple or Android smartphone, you should grab the Words With Friends app and come play with me. It's really just Scrabble with the serial numbers filed off, but it operates on the theory that people will play in fits and starts whenever they have time -- you just leave it in the background and poke it when you want to. You can have a whole bunch of games going at once, and each one could happily take a week to complete if both people are often busy. I'm totally digging it so far! My username is "chellenator" if you want to find me and start a game. :D
moiread: (SNAKE • eve the corn snake.)
...because she's interesting to look at and pretty much one of the only live subjects I've got to photograph at the moment.

I've been trying to get back into the habit of taking photos of things, you see. Unfortunately my crappy little camera is, well, a crappy little camera, so the technical quality isn't very good. (The two shots that I was actually excited about came out SUPER grainy, in fact. Wah!) And since I'm dead rusty, neither is the artistic quality; all I can do is kinda fake it with good editing. But it's good practice, so I'mma stick with it. And probably continue to post things whenever they're not too bad.

Warning: These photos contain a snake and, eventually, a dead mouse. The former is doing exactly what you'd expect her to do with the latter.

Behold: BIOLOGY! )
moiread: (SNAKE • eve the corn snake.)
Eve shed this morning, and the resulting skin is 42" long. Holy crap that's big. She was like half that when I got her a year ago. She's still skinny, of course, though obviously not so skinny as to be underweight. She's just, you know, adolescent-lean. Everything she takes in is going towards growing. Can't wait for her to reach full size so she can get a little fat. Fat snakes make me happy!

Gotta go buy more mice. She needs feeding on Friday and I'm out. Also time to go up a size. Whee!
moiread: (BAKING • stock.)
Apparently theobromine, which is found in cocoa, is more effective than codeine as a cough suppressant. I don't find this terribly surprising, because it's not hard to be more effective than codeine (seeing as codeine is basically useless but it's one of the best things we've got anyhow), but I am nevertheless gigglingly gleeful that high-cocoa chocolate is better for you when you're sick with a cough than anything OTC.

(And not to beat a dead horse, but seriously. To quote Tim Minchin's wonderful beat poem on the topic: "You know what they call 'alternative medicine' that's been proved to work? Medicine." And shit like this is that process in action. Science is awesome. ♥)
moiread: (chin in hand • kate h.)
Today was the first gaming session in at least the last six months -- probably longer, but I can't place it exactly -- where I haven't hit a full-stop wall of exhaustion halfway through.

Typically, for me, after I reach that point, I spend the rest of the game staring at my power cards, letting everyone else advise me on what to do, rolling my dice, letting everyone else add the numbers up for me because they can do so at a glance and I can't anymore, letting them also remind me of all the fiddly situational modifiers I forgot, and then letting them apply the numbers for those too. I stop having fun and am just trying to make it to the end of the session so everyone else can get in the full game they want (and deserve). Once the wall hits me, I'm basically just there to fill a seat; I become an NPC, run by the group, who will conveniently roll her own dice.

But today, that didn't happen. I was heading for the wall pretty rapidly by the end of the session, but that was fine, because we were already done, and I'd been coherent and capable the whole way through. And it felt really, really nice to just be able to play again.

I'd missed that.
moiread: (GEEK • computer love!)
So you remember how I was going to buy a new computer and finance it through my dad? And how that didn't work out? Well, I had decided to ask John ([livejournal.com profile] theweaselking) if I could finance it through The Bank of Weasels instead, which was a really hard decision for me to make. I don't like borrowing money from anybody, and I especially don't like borrowing it from my parents, as you know. But I like borrowing it from my friends even less than that, because if something goes wrong with my finances for awhile (which has happened more than once already through no fault of my own, because I live off a bureaucratic system and sometimes paperwork gets fucked up and it can take months to sort out), I will feel worse than dirt, worse than dogshit, for leaving my friend in the lurch for awhile on repayment. In fact, I'm not sure I've ever really borrowed money from friends before. If I did, it was, like, the cost of a fast food lunch, and then I bought them lunch in return the next week. Stuff like that. It's never been anything big, or anything anybody gave two shits about. I hate the idea of really borrowing money. But I needed a new computer, so I went to go ask, and then John was a kind enough soul that he beat me to it and cheerfully volunteered while I was still fumbling around trying to find words.

And then a thing happened. I should have made this post sooner, but I'm finding it hard to talk about this. Every time I start, I get all choked up and I just start making these useless motions with my hands and I can't type properly. But I can't not say this! You need to know what happened and I have to say thank you.

What happened is that Kevin ([livejournal.com profile] harald387) and John ([livejournal.com profile] theweaselking) decided to take up a collection. They went around e-mailing and dropping LJ comments to a whole big cross-section of my friends. I caught on, and then they told me straight-up what they were doing and that people were donating already, and I started to cry.

And I keep crying, every time I try to deal with this. I cried in the car on the way to go pick it up, as John rattled off the list of names of people who had responded to the e-mails, and I am crying again, writing this post.

But guys, I have to tell you this. You need to know. When John and Kevin told me this was happening, I was expecting people to throw in maybe $5 or $10 each, you know, and I was already beside myself with the generosity of that. Nobody had to do anything, and I loved all of you for even wanting to do something anyway. I felt like that was unbelievably nice of you.

But that is not what happened. That is so not even close to what you did.

As of today, with the last "promised" contribution, I think you just paid for my entire computer. There isn't even anything left for me to repay him monthly like we planned. I have to wait for John to confirm this with his bookkeeping, but my math says that's where it's at right now. And I know even more of you wanted to contribute, and would have if the timing was better. I don't even know how to process that emotionally except with overwhelming gratitude and disbelief.

You guys just fucking bought me a computer.

Thank you. I don't know what the hell else I can even say. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are the most insane, wonderful people I know. Thank you. I don't know how to repay you for this. I know that's not the point, but I feel like I have to do something. I've hugged the people who are local, who I can actually reach with my own two arms, but some of you live across a whole ocean from me, and I can't hug you. But oh, I wish I could.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. A hundred thousand thank yous. Thank you.

(PS: The new computer is amazing. We picked it up last Friday, and I spent last weekend setting it up. I can't even tell you how fantastic it is. I'll be talking to somebody on Skype and suddenly start giggling, and when they ask me why, I tell them it's because I never used to be able to run other programs while I was downloading. Or that my sound used to go dead while I was burning episodes to DVD, which used to take an average of two hours for just a few episodes. Or that I'm playing City of Heroes and suddenly the whole game doesn't grind to a halt as soon as I enter a crowded area. And that everything looks so pretty. And I have space for all my data. And there is no terrible grinding fan noise to keep me up at night. And on and on and on. THANK YOU.)
moiread: (WORK • post-it notes.)
A bunch of you have recently picked up Android phones around the same time as I got mine, and I know everyone wants app recommendations, so here are the apps that I think absolutely every Android phone user should have:

Geekery under the cut. )

So there you go. Those are the apps I'd consider absolutely essential for everybody. If you guys want my recommendations for other apps, like what I use for e-mail or Twitter or IMs, or news readers and media players, or what neat silly little things I've grabbed for shits and giggles, etc, I can do those too! It's just that those are mostly a matter of individual preference, so I'd want to know if there was any interest before spamming you with 'em.

Testing!

Jan. 8th, 2011 06:18 pm
moiread: (Default)
Posting this from my awesome new Samsung Galaxy S phone, just to test out this LJ app.

EDIT: Hmm. Can't change security level of the post or even select an icon or tags, let alone edit previous entries or any of that additional functionality. SK-LJ app = FAIL. Anyone got any better recommendations?

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