05 April 2013

How Victoria Dahl is making me lose my hair

I would like to tell you a story about how one of my favorite authors and twitter compatriots caused me to lose about 10 inches of hair.

On Monday evening I was browsing through the twittervese, as one does, and came across this post by the great Victoria Dahl:

Which Piqued my curiosity. It leads here and eventually got me to this image...

This of course prompted several more minutes (hours) of casually browsing through Ms Dahl's tumblr searching for more interesting things (more pictures of hot mostly naked scruffy men). While I was wandering through this tumblr, I came across this post: http://victoriadahl.tumblr.com/post/30362185369/for-those-of-you-wholl-be-reading-close-enough-to which had this picture as it's centerpiece...

Now I dye my hair approximately that color of red to start with (a bit darker maybe), and have been looking into getting non-natural highlights for a while and thought to myself, maybe I should do something in that color scheme?

And then I shrugged and went to bed because that's what you do when you see shit on tumblr at 11:30 on a Monday night.

The next day I was out to lunch and thought, "I should cut my hair. I should get that exact haircut." I called a salon and within a fifteen minutes I was looking at this:

This was only the first cut and within a few minutes more I had lost around 10 inches in overall length. My stylist used an electric razor at the back of my neck and my hair in a ponytail used to fall well below my shoulders. That's how short we're talking.

And when it was all said and done I walked out of the salon feeling deeply confused by what happened. Am I really so susceptible to suggestion that someone whom I like and admire posting on tumblr will cause me to make a massive overhaul to my personal appearance? 

Am I really such a pushover that if someone shows me something pretty I have to go out right this moment and get it without thinking about it for more than thirty minutes?

Am I really that person?

Yes. Yes I am. Apparently.

But guys, I have to tell you. I look fabulous.

** This has more volume than I've been styling it with (the stylist and I were messing around) and I went with teal instead of purple as the highlight color.

27 March 2013

Human Rights Campaign

Look I get it, changing your profile pic is easy. It's a way to show support without actually having to go out and, you know, work at supporting something. I'm not saying it's bad, I'm saying that if you took the ten seconds out of your day to do that - think back and see where you took the next amount of time out to do something that might actually affect a change. This is a start, but please sit down for a moment and think about why you did it before you pat yourself on the back for being supportive.

There's really only two reasons for changing your profile pic to support a cause - because you want to raise awareness of an issue or because you want to let people know where you stand on an issue.

If the former, I doubt there's that many people who don't know that LGTB rights are an issue so who exactly are we trying to raise awareness in?

If the latter - if you're friends don't know where you stand on the defining civil rights issue of our generation - then you are doing something TERRIBLY wrong with your life and this is not the way to rectify that.

This kind of "activism" all too often takes the place of real people trying to make real changes happen. If you support LGBT rights, then write to your politicians, call them on the phone, organize or participate in a march in real life - because regardless of how much time we all spend online these communities are still seen as fringe by most people in positions of power.

Actively engage people in debate and stand so tall and proud on your principles that people can't help but acknowledge what you know is right.

This right here though? If this is all you're doing? Then this is just plain laziness.

So yeah, my two cents. There you have it.

(And as a sidenote, if you identify as an "ally" and are looking for a way to customize the pic, make it something "cool" or more indicative of you - then you are missing the point by such a wide margin I don't even know where to start.)

27 February 2013

The Oath

I was recently doing some re-reading and by far my favorite thing in most books is the pledge, the formal way of stating that we are here to fight evil. That it cannot be allowed, cannot be borne. That people stand up for what they believe and will fight for it.

Some of my favorites below, feel free to chime in with your favorites in the comments...

"Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the last Day." The Aiel, Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." Night Watch Oath, A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin
"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!"
-Green Lantern Oath

08 January 2013

The Wheel of Time turns...

I don’t remember the day I picked up Eye of the World. I wish I could. I remember begging my mother every Saturday for a month to take me to Barnes and Noble for the next, and after hearing me begin my begging by the following Wednesday purchasing the next two on every subsequent trip. I don’t know how many floors I vacuumed or cars I washed to earn those books but it could have been the whole apartment complex and I wouldn’t have cared.

It was fifteen years ago, and it was the first fantasy novel I had ever read - it would be five years before I even thought to read Lord of the Rings, and then only because the cover quote for Wheel of Time makes the comparison. Path of Daggers would come out later that year – it’s the first book I can ever remember waiting for and I nearly passed out from fury when my mom suggested I wait until it came out in paperback. Paperback? That would be months. Maybe even a whole year. I would die. I would just die if I had to wait to find out what happened to Elayne and Nynaeve after escaping with the Bowl of Winds. Who saved Rand in Shadar Logoth as he fought Sammael? Did a building just fall on Mat?

(Of course, I’d have to wait for Winter’s Heart to discover the answer to the last and boy was I pissed.)

Wheel of Time had become my life at this point. My DiabloII characters were all named for WoT characters. I began to wear a kesiera (or at least as close as I could make to one) everywhere and my Freshmen photos were 10x more awkward than they needed to be as a result.

Two more Wheel of Time books came out while I was in High School, and I panicked a little when I went to college overseas and worried I would not be able to get the next. By the time Knife of Dreams did come out I was broke. So broke I bought, read it over a weekend, and had to return it on Monday. It was literally that or not eat for the week and I was more than willing to risk that if it came to it.

What I do remember clearly is the day that Robert Jordan died. I remember crying. Not for the man – I didn’t know him to know if he was worth crying over – I cried for his books. I cried for these characters who were now lost. Maybe he had planned to kill them all off, maybe the Dark One was intended to win… it didn’t matter. I would never know the answer and more importantly – neither would they. They would never know if their world survived, or their hopes and dreams came to fruition.

I didn’t cry for myself, I cried for their world.

Anger would come later. Why had Jordan allowed the series to stretch so long? If he’d dropped out this character or that character (always characters I myself didn’t particularly like) then he could have been done with it ages ago. 

I didn’t want to have anything to do with the series anymore. It would never be finished, what was the point. I don’t think I even knew Sanderson had taken the series on until the day I saw Gathering Storm at a bookstore. I wish someone had taken a picture of me in that moment. It was like being transported into an alternate dimension and discovering I was Batman. I was stunned. How was this possible and who was this “Brandon Sanderson” person? Who authorized this?

I picked it up with trepidation. I opened to the first page and it was like I was back in that first month when I started Wheel of Time for the first time. The legends of the first 11 books had faded a bit by this time but I couldn’t make myself stop to refresh.  The Wheel of Time turns and I couldn’t risk getting hit by a bus before finishing.

(I’m not sure what greater seal of approval I could give for Sanderson than to say that before I had even finished Gathering Storm I had bought every Sanderson book that had ever been published and they were waiting, patiently, for me to get to them.)

Life was right again, the world was right again.

I choked up when Sanderson announced he had finished A Memory of Light, and even more so the day I placed my pre-order. Over Thanksgiving I began my re-read of the entire series, only my second since starting the series that long ago day. 

The books are different now. Characters I hated before, or were bored by, were changed through the eyes of an adult. I will not pretend that thirteen year old me was less than she was, but she was a shadow of the woman she would become. A woman that Wheel of Time had no small part in making her.

Wheel of Time taught me that women could be powerful. That it was as natural and right as a man being so. It taught me that everyone has their own strengths, and that finding people who can complement your strengths and call you out on your foolishness is the only way to accomplish anything in this world. That there is someone out there who will love you for exactly who you are, and someone who will want to see you be your absolutely best and it doesn’t actually matter who you choose as long as you’re happy with the choice.

That people are born good – but anyone can be tempted to evil.

It’s been fourteen books, over 4 million words and fifteen years and I am about to start on the last book – no, the final book. Final is the right word. It’s not just that this one is last, it is the end of an era for me, and the finality of it is total.

It doesn’t matter if Memory of Light is good or bad, if ends how I want or if it leaves me dissatisfied. It has been a wild ride and I have enjoyed every minute of it.

Thank you Mr Jordan for your dream – and you Mr Sanderson for seeing it through to the end. You have both exceeded my wildest expectations and I am deeply joyed to have the opportunity to finish this journey.

07 October 2012


Soo... I saw Looper last weekend and I've spent this weekend thinking about it and what my feelings are.

First off, there's a moment early on when you first see Joseph Gordon-Levitt in his Bruce Willis make-up where part of you genuinely freaks out a little and it's very uncanny valley. When I first saw the trailers I had the same reaction. But after a little bit you start to see the little smirks and eyebrow raises (at one point JGL checks his hairline in a mirror and I started giggling uncontrollably for about five minutes). After a little bit I was more enthralled with how well Gordon-Levitt plays Bruce Willis. And in the end he's as much playing Willis as he is playing the Looper character. He is supremely believable in the role and I totally bought the younger/older version of one person way more than I have in other movies.

So onto the plot which is more straight-forward than it seems. There are a group of Hitmen known as 'Loopers'. They sign up for a big paycheck in the present to kill people sent back from the future. They get their payout when they kill their Future-Self. Present-Person gets 30 years of fine living until their loop runs out and they get sent back to be killed by their younger self. In Looper, Future-Joe makes a run for it instead of waiting to be shot by his Present-Self. He goes on a quest to prevent some terrible things in the future, causing Present-Joe to have to chase him.

And that's all I want to say before I get into the serious spoilers I'm going to go into below.

There's an interesting question here that if someone gets hit by a bus 20 years in the future does their Present-Self have to work as a Looper that whole 20 years? They only get to quit when their loop closes so if their loop doesn't close do they have to work forever? Or does the Future-Mob send a note back on someone?

There is a great side-bit part played by Jeff Daniels that is absolutely fantastic but I don't want to give any of him away.

I walked out of this movie with mixed feelings (mainly because of the ending) but the more I think on it the more I just absolutely love it. The movie take a subject that any two geeks can argue for days about and presents it in a way that has a logical consistency to it. Which is impressive in and of itself. The human drama is okay and there are some pretty unexpected twists in there that I really enjoyed when they came around. I'm not sure it will make my list of top tem movies, but I'd definitely put it in the top 25.

I was going to mark out spoilers about my thoughts on the time-travel aspect but it's fairly long so I'm just going to put it under a cut instead. Spoilers Ahoy, click at your own risk!

07 August 2012

Goals, I has them

A conversation I had via text with a friend. My friends are awesome BTW.

Me                                                                                                                     Me friend K
OMG have I told you my new life goal?

You have not, what is it!?

I want someone to get me all tripped out on acid
and then take me to Disneyland.
Always get stoned under supervision. That's my motto.

Damn straight, safety first!
And I feel like Disneyland could be a very scary place on acid.

That's why I want a chaperone.
I feel it's an experience that could turn on you quickly.

Feel free to add this to your list of birthday ideas for me.
I'll buy the Disney tickets. :)

Lol, and that's why you plan ahead.

Hm... I think your idea might be genius... 
I was thinking of all the line-waiting, 
but tripping would make that way more fun

OMG K, do you see these flowers? 

"That's gum."


I think Goofy just bit me.

Im going to get cartoon rabies.

Its like regular rabies only instead of fomaing at the mouth 
you do that ah-ooga thing wolves do to hot chicks in cartoons.

I don't want to die this way K. Don't let me die this way!

Well [NH], at least those sound more fun than regular rabies. 
Thank God you went to hug Goofy 
and not that pidgeon you keep calling Donald.

But he's not wearing pants. 
Donald is the only bird that doesn't wear pants. Ergo...

You keep saying that, and I keep telling you that's just a pidgeon... 
although that's a different pidgeon than the one we started with... 
so that's... better?

(And then I sit in front of Cinderella's castle for three hours staring at my hair.)

It would be fucking AMAZING.

I'll do the same for you when you reach the equivalent birthday.

lol, you're a good frined.

*friend, sorry.

Missed an unintentional "fried" joke by *thismuch*

I was totally just thinking that... 
that and wondering if frined was a word. 
And then deciding it was not.

I think KFC gets frined in food poisoning cases.

And with that I bid you good night!

Ditto! Talk to ya later

05 August 2012

Curiosity Landing

I feel like the Curiosity landing was planned by my five year old nephew:
Okay first we're going to just throw this at Mars. When we get there we'll use rockets to slow it down. A parachute will go *poof* but it's no good so then we'll launch another rocket from the rocket and it will fire MORE ROCKETS. But it's not going to land, it's going to just hover there and drop the thing down like a GI Joe out of a helicopter.

They should have named the thing "Occam would have a heart attack" and been done.