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Fear of uncertainty

August 30th, 2010

I can understand fearing change. The fear of losing a job. The fear of losing a loved one. What do I fear? The uncertainty that my current situation won’t change. I’m trying to do what to initiate change, but if nothing comes out of it, I might lose all hope. So I have to keep reminding myself the litany from Dune:

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

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To have fun or to be productive

August 27th, 2010

I have a hard time making choices. I try to deliberate as long as I can to make sure I make an informed decision and one that I won’t regret. This weekend is one I have to decide upon. Next weekend, for Labor Day, I’m driving to the beach. I scheduled some much needed (albeit short) respite time. Plus, I haven’t been to the beach at all this summer. I’m due. With an early birthday dinner at the most awesome seafood restaurant ever – the Crab Trap!

This weekend, however, is the retreat for the con staff. They rented a cabin in my home town (blegh) and are staying the weekend for it. I considered going down just for Saturday. But, I also am just FUCK-HAT-ING (that’s fuck hating) life right now. The job keeps getting more and more ridiculous. I don’t know how much more patience I have for it. Also, fitness is not going as well as expected. Annnd I have a ton of to-dos to do.

I’m thinking of forgoing fun. I need an oil change, it’d cost gas, I’d have to make some food for it on Saturday morning, and drive by myself to and from the retreat. Plus, I barely know these people. Spending a day with them without knowing them is just…meh.

UPDATE: I stayed home and worked. Got the con site programmed, my new website all programmed, and my new resume completed. Totally worth it. I’ll be able to start applying to jobs soon!~

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cli humor

August 26th, 2010

$> cd /bar
$> more jameson

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William Blake oddly inspired me…

August 24th, 2010

As you will soon notice (my 0 readers) is a new design for my portfolio site, with my blog fully integrated into it. Huzzah! Besides the obvious Chinese cosmology references (I’m a fire tiger by horoscope, hence the red and tiger imagery), I was also inspired by the poem “The Tiger” by William Blake. Posted for your own enjoyment.

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies         5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?  10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
n what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp  15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?  20

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Batman comics…yay!

August 21st, 2010

So I received a coupon for Amazon magazines.

I kept getting emails about it.

Ok, ok, I get it, Amazon. You’ve twisted my arm. I’ll totally buy a Batman comic book subscription.

*secretly ecstatic and jumping around the room*

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Love Yourself Week

August 19th, 2010

This week is supposedly Love Yourself Week. It’s a great time to exercise that self-esteem that so little of us have. Trying to boost my morale, I’ve come up with a list of 30 things I love about myself.

  1. Very little embarrasses/grosses me out.
  2. I love learning about anything.
  3. I’m competitive like a motherfucker.
  4. I truly care about humanity, but cynical about its motives
  5. I’m very passionate on the inside, but calm and collected in my words/actions towards others.
  6. I enjoy little cute things, like Monokuro Boo
  7. I would be in the Gryffindor House because I’m brave and loyal to my friends.
  8. At any moment I can say I’ve truly been myself. I try not to have different masks for different people
  9. My big ass
  10. My color-changing eyes
  11. I know what fighting a losing battle looks like
  12. Even after all I’ve been through I’ve resisted the “I’m so jaded” excuse that most people have
  13. Sense of humor. I. love. laughing.
  14. I am unashamed of my geekiness…most of the time
  15. Husky. Puppies. Kill. Me.
  16. I’m doing a lot to reverse the effects of my PCOS
  17. I try almost any food/drink put in front of me
  18. I can be very articulate, not saying “um’s” or “uh’s,” but only when I want to
  19. I am a tiger.
  20. I make a mean margarita
  21. I’m naturally, physically strong and can lift weights with the big boys
  22. I love sex and am not afraid to admit it
  23. I have southern manners: “please,” “thank you,” “sir/ma’am,” etc.
  24. I am a born leader.
  25. I’m into things that are labeled both “masculine” and “feminine.”
  26. I’m proud to be a Carrier. Because that means I’m a badass.
  27. Spiders don’t bother me…but goddamn silverfish, fuck those things
  28. I put forth my best effort in everything that I do
  29. I used to think that confrontations were my weakest point, but I’ve done enough work that they’re one of my strongest. I solve a conflict right then, right there
  30. I am the goddamn Batman.
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Savings r teh smrt

August 16th, 2010

I am so smrt!

Since I started working at my job I’ve attempted to place 10% of every paycheck in my savings account. I wouldn’t even consider that money to be usable to spend. Now I’ve got a significant chunk of change. This is just my little post saying “I’m proud of you!” My checking account is pretty comfortable, my savings is great, and I still have all my savings bonds. I’m well on my way to world dominance owning my own business.

My parents have told me that they will give me the money I would have used for a wedding and use to open up my own business. Or a ROTH IRA. Who knows? I might consider purchasing a house (in Fiji).

I just like that I am taking my future a little bit seriously. Which means I’m anticipating that I’ll have one. Which means what I am actually wanting to live. I’m glad that I am slowly beginning to think that.

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Snide emails will be ignored, but not forgotten

August 13th, 2010

So boss was making us work all weekend for a proposal. We’re all busting our butts and our “Art Director” decides to create a bunch of unnecessary artwork. Fine, do what you want. But he sent out the cover artwork to all of us via email, saying this was the tone for everything. No one had looked at it. So, of course, I did what we ALWAYS do. I sent an email, copying everyone, on my critique of the artwork. It was the same tone, same word choice I always use. “I don’t know if you should use that element. It’s really overused and saturated in the market right now,”  “The kerning between that s and the apostrophe is huge, needs to be taken down,” etc. His response?

To bring out the bitch guns.

Of course. I know he was tired and working all weekend. But he basically took it out on me. It was pretty juvenile. Over three paragraphs basically about how I wasn’t a good designer, I didn’t work as hard as him, et. al. (Of course he worded it all passive-aggressively). Best part? He copied everyone! Great! So now you’ve made me out to be an asshole and proved to me that you can’t take constructive criticism. I tried to let it go, as I usually am the “bigger man,” but I was a little peeved my boss didn’t say anything. She is always promoting us to be open and not hate each other, but when one coworker publicly attacks another? Nothing. Lame.

I’m just filing this away as reasons for leaving. I talked to my boss. I had come to her with my problems. She’s not fixing them. When I leave, all I can say is “I told you I needed this.”

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How can I be so old?

August 10th, 2010

I’m only 23. Well, I’ll be 24 soon. But when I observe my life and habits, they’re astoundingly older. I wake up at 6ish in the morning, do stretches, shower, let the dogs out, make tea, make breakfast, sit down and read the news while I eat. Get dressed, go to work early, work 8.5-9.5 hours, drive in the traffic home, feed pets, go to practice, come home, cook, have a nightcap, go to bed at 10. Then the next day I do this over and over again.

I have friends who are older than me and stay up late with friends, then go to work. Or they play video games. They just have a lot more life during the weekdays than I do. I don’t go out and do things simply because I know I’ll just get tired and cranky.

How did I become so old so quickly after graduation? It’s been 1.5 years.

Is this really what a routine does to you?

My boss tried to get us to pull all-nighters recently. I just couldn’t keep up. She was having me on CRAZY FRANTIC ENERGY the entire time I was working, so I burnt out quickly. I ended up collapsing with a fever/stomach issues and had to go home. I still haven’t fully recovered since Monday. How is this possible?

I used to be the coding queen of the night. My best work I produced at 3am in the morning. I’d go to school, come home and nap, then wake up and do my homework. Everything I produced at night seemed more genuine and creative.

During the day, though, it’s all business. I’m productive as hell. Want me to get it done? Bam! But will I have entirely thought it through and explored all concepts? Nope. Kinda sucks.

But I also am not one of those people who will work on work work at night just to do better. I need a balance in life. I almost wish I could have a schedule around the realm 11-7. I could get my exercising and shit done in the morning, then really crank out the creativity during my work hours. But who would allow that?

I just have to get with the fact that I’m an old fart in a routine. Blegh.

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Another Hard Lesson Learned

August 7th, 2010

Note to self: If there are liquids in mouth, swallow, then speak.

Otherwise, lap full of hot tea will ensue.

 

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