Popsicle Robot Dinosaur
Here are some things I like.
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THIS.
Anywho, I’m re-reading through book 7 before the movie comes out Friday. Right now Scrimgeur (who I always picture as looking something like that one lion-faced hipster on a Threadless shirt) is about to pass on the items left in Dumbledore’s will.
I never really grew up on Harry Potter. I was probably a little too old to appreciate them as a kid and not old enough to stop myself from snobbishly dismissing them for a long time. My friends have recently taken to occasionally waxing nostalgic about when they first started reading the books and where they were when certain ones came out. I mostly sat silent through these conversations because the first 6 books had all come out by the time I started reading the series.
One of the big reasons that I resisted the books for so long was because I was a bit put off by the ardor of the Harry Potter fandom. I had seen all of the movies and rather enjoyed them however (except for 4. Fuck 4). I only ever started reading the books because I wanted to impress a pretty girl (note: this is probably more than half of why I do anything in life) and to have more in common with her. Once I did I began to see why these crazy people were so nuts about them.
I’m not one for fantasy or sci-fi generally. I was bored by the Lord of the Rings and I never read any of the Narnia books, but Rowling’s world is so full of depth and, to put it simply, magic that it is hard to resist. The love that Rowling has for this work is reflected in every sentence. Even when it’s emotionally devastating and even when it’s a bit of a drag (S.P.E.W.? seriously?), the books are just plain fun.
I’m not the hugest Harry Potter nut, but in the interest of full disclosure I do own a couple ties, I’ve made a HP shirt, I know most of the words to A Very Potter Musical, and I’ve been to a Wizard Rock concert (I however did not cry when Dobby died. I must be heartless). I’ve also got tickets for the midnight showing this week.
I probably won’t feel any great, profound sense of loss when the final credits roll. The world as a whole probably should though. Rarely are cultural phenomena this ubiquitous also this good (I’m calling you out, Twilight). When it’s done, I can still take comfort in the fact that this world will always be waiting for me on my shelf.
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Why?
My roommate is watching a special on the Donner party. Why would you voluntarily watch that?
“Down on the lake and up on the dark summit above them it snowed…and it snowed…and it snowed.” - a real quote from this real special that exists in real life and is getting watched right now
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For the most part my feelings about Paris can be summed up by this T-shirt—
But one thing that they did not oversell is just how gorgeous the city is at night. Seeing that tower glittering in the cool spring air was like a gut punch to the lunch box.
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My strategy when a cute girl smiles at me? Run away awkwardly and pretend to check my phone for messages.
I don’t recommend this strategy to others.
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Fun fact: I once learned the hard way that Emmys aren’t toys.
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Allison Has Some Feelings About Spirit Day
I feel the need to interrupt my queue full of the usual bullshittery with a long post full of feelings that mainly serves as a cathartic moment for me.
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An unintentional essay about my gender identity
carefullydisheveled replied to your post: I feel like the internet has made my gender a more ambiguous concept.As in, it’s made you question the way you perceive your own gender? Or reevaluate your gender expression in real life? or just online? Either way, I think I know what you mean ‘cause we might be in similar shoes.
I’d say that it both makes me question the way that I’ve always perceived my gender and re-evaluate the way that I express my gender outwardly. I have this sense that if I had grown up in a less conservative area or in a less conservative family I would currently be transgendered. I grew up wanting to be a boy. Dress like a boy, play with the boys, chase all the girls, etc. I mean, girls being tomboys isn’t an uncommon thing (especially for girls that are either daddy’s girls or have daddy issues), but most of them aren’t hoping to one day wake up in a boy’s body.
So I occasionally wonder now if I’m still that little girl that wants to play the daddy when her friends play house. As an adult I dress almost exclusively in menswear, I’m uninterested in most things marketed toward women (e.g. makeup, Sex In The City, Nicholas Sparks books and adaptations), and I still want to chase all the girls.
And I feel like the internet has sort of provided me a window into a world where these feelings aren’t so abnormal or alien. Up until recently I hadn’t even met a transgendered person in real life. I feel like it’s also only been relatively recently that I’ve started to figure out what being transgendered really means. So I’ve started to evaluate the role that gender really plays in my life. It’s weird. I feel like I’m at a point now where I feel kind of uncomfortable in women’s restrooms and worry that people give me funny looks when I walk in.
At the end of the day I feel like the whole male/female thing isn’t something that I really want to agonize over. I’d rather just be Allison and not give a shit about the rest.
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Cat, it’s been years and you’re still in the sink. Get out.
QTers!
My friend and I had a cat who did this. We kept track of his size in much the same way. Though, our cat got to be so large that he didn’t actually fit all the way in the sink when he was fully grown. Didn’t stop him from trying.
(Source: sheislegend)
A walking, talking, socially maladjusted IMDB.
