Mostly it’s just a whole lot of rambling

new shoes new socks new leggings & its too fun not to share

new shoes new socks new leggings & its too fun not to share

I’ve written before about taking a chance on a 7 year pen. Its failure haunted me way more than should be considered reasonable. It was a disappointment that was only compounded when the replacement cartridges also failed to work. I’m sure I could have written them another missive–from a customer service standpoint, they were awesome–but I didn’t want to. As a customer, I’ll only go so far for a product before swallowing my losses. And I learned where my limits lay with the pen experience. Do I sound dramatic enough? Could I be more over the top about this?

Well my mom was in the mood for a pen, and we were standing next to a display of 7 year pens. One thing led to another and before I knew it my mom was urging me to open my heart and take a chance on love again. On her dollar, that is. So here I am with a new 7 year pen. This one has two bicycles on it, thus ensuring that everyone who sees me writing with it will know I’m a super cool hipster who commutes everywhere on a bike. It saves me the trouble of telling all those people who didn’t already pick up on my hipstertasticness by the mason jar I was using to hold my drink. Anyway, all things considered, I am super stoked to have a working 7 year pen. I’m only a week into using it, but most days I’ve been clocking around 1k words. Which is fabulous news, because NaNoWriMo is coming up and I am so fucking ready to tackle this shit again! In fact, I’m writing this as I take a break from writing a layout for my NaNo piece.

Oh and speaking of writing, I’ve finally convinced a certain hunky someone to share his video game reviews with a broader audience than just me and whatever friend he can rope into listening. Yeah that’s right–David started a blog. Well, co-started, because I’ll be blogging along side him, but in a limited capacity. It’ll be very video game-centric, with related fanfics and comics tacked on. Comics that will only sometimes be  video game related, and other times be about the dorky moment sin our life, as well as an assortment of unnecessary pie graphs and Venn diagrams. Oh and some music reviews & recordings he’s done. I’ll also probably start posting my book reviews there, but we’ll see. It’ll be an awesome blog, and I’m not just saying that because I’m sleeping with the blogger.

And yes, I will still be writing here. In fact, I’ll be writing even more, what with NaNo coming up. This space is for outfit photos, nonsensical ramblings, and non-video game related fiction. And all that “etc” stuff. Sound good? Excellent. Without further ado, please feel free to go check out the new blog Dorktasm42

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I’m falling further down the hipster rabbit hole

I know, guys, I know. Falling? Try ‘fallen’. I get teased a lot in real life about being the token ‘hipster’ in my social circles. Particularly by my brother in law. Years and years ago, when hipsters were just starting to become a recognizably dirty word, I sent him a ‘panicked’ text about how I was already walking to art class before I realized I managed to dress myself like a hipster (gray tights, black shorts, sneakers, plaid oversized button up, headphones, tote bag) and he laughed. He gave me a free pass for that one since it was an accident, but we’ve since learned–I act like a hipster all the time, but that’s okay because it’s always unintentional. The Accidental Hipster–that’s going to be the title of my memoir. Anyway back to the story.

GF Jars

Since changing over to the gluten free, egg free lifestyle, the biggest change has been how often I’m in the kitchen! I’m definitely not someone who enjoys making meals, which I get is a little strange considering my whole current pseudo-housewife-professsion. But yeah, I’m not happy in an apron. I can cook meals and dinner, that’s fine, but I draw the line at baking. David comes from a long line (maybe? I really only know his mom on this level) of amazing everything-from-scratch bakers, so I’m fine leaving the finer culinary details to him. That worked for a while until the GF EF thing, and David tap-tapped out of kitchen duty entirely. Until I figure how easy recipes, that is. So I’ve been spending way more time in the kitchen than either of us expected, and armed with a bottle of chalkboard paint, I’m revolutionizing our personal organization. Think lots of mason jars.

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I’ve made muffins before and from that same book I made two dozen chocolate chip cookies that disappeared in like three days, so I must be meeting with success, yes? Yes. Which is good, because I’m baking a gluten free, egg free cake for a bbq on Sunday. Wish me luck!

The Loneliest Mustache

So in the new found freedom of unemployment, I’ve had some time on my hands. It’s been kind of fun to use that time to wrap up the loose ends on old projects and planning out new ones. I mentioned that I got a wacom tablet for my birthday (thanks mom!!) and it’s been the best tool for me to finish up some sketches that had been bubbling on the back burner as I tried to figure out what medium would be best.

>>cue The Loneliest Mustache. It’s the worst kind of nerdy hipster dorkiness that I can muster, but if you read it to the end you might even see a tiny hint of a social commentary.

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Also? Keep bearing with me as I stretch this blog revamp over the span of eternity! Sorry it’s taking so long. I’m indecisive, I guess.