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Finally Safe, Don’t Know About Sound.

Husband, Fritter, and I are finally back in our respective homes for now. The actual trip was pretty scary, as we ended up hitting a lot of bad weather on the way back down, but Dragon*Con was as amazing as ever.

I’m currently still trying to recover, and I may have a post about the lovely pieces we picked up on the trip, but I know that I’m owing a PR post, and have one due tomorrow, so that’s going to be my focus as I haven’t even watched this week’s episode. I watched last week’s, but it came through so poorly on the cable at the hotel that I’m going to re-watch it to make sure that I have a clear view of everything.

Husband and I have also decided that costuming for next year will begin in January to make sure that we end up with enough time. With Fritter’s help, I’m hoping to become more proficient at machine sewing, so that not everything I do has to be done by hand. We have to decide what costumes to do, first, however.

I finally got husband into my corset this Dragon*Con, which was completely delicious, and he’s agreed to do a cosplay that puts him back in it, but I have to figure out what to do with him. I’m actually kind if leaning toward Red Queen (which I’ve been wanting to do for years) and King for me instead. The only real problem that I see with that is that Husband wouldn’t want any photographic evidence, just because his family is so weird about those kinds of things.

Speaking of Husband’s family weirdness, we were having dinner with them, and the brothers insisted on putting meatballs in a sauce that had already had meat added to it. Am I the only one who finds this strange? I’m not against a think sauce by any means, but it always seems as though I can’t actually get any sauce when they do that. Also, it makes me feel slightly sick to my stomach from the seasonings in the meatballs (which are almost always pre-packaged and not particularly good to begin with.

Now one of the brothers is pissed with me because I insisted that the meatballs don’t go into the sauce, even though I was the one who got the sauce started. You would think that making his job easier by cutting out needless steps would appeal to him, but apparently I’m just the devil today.


On The Road Again.

The only thing making the trip back home bearable is that I’m going to see my nieces (hopefully) and my parents (and their spouses, I suppose).


Bye-Day.

*le sigh* Last day of Con. Time to pack up and get out, until next year.


I Should Really Sleep.

But I’m pretty sucky at that, so I’m just going to keep myself occupied with everything else ever. Honestly, I really need to get some rest because I’m going to have to get up tomorrow and go shopping with Husband and MIL. In and of itself, not a bad trip, so long as my MIL drugs herself up so that she can function.

Husband has to work first, so that’s going to set us a little later getting out, but once on the town we should be looking for a tie to go with Husband’s new suit. He wants one that matches my pretty dress (bought for an occasion earlier this year, and which I haven’t been able to wear since).

Husband also bought me special shampoo to boost the color in my hair when I dye it. (This is why I love Husband so much. He wants to buy matching ties and gets me expensive shampoo.)

Most of my posts for the next week or so are going to be seriously tiny, I think. I’m not going to have access to internet while I’m out of town, and I don’t plan on writing any opuses to leave behind.


Mark Me Up.

I have a tattoo. It is a geeky tattoo, and I love it. But I’ve been craving more ink since I got it. My Husband is against this, mainly because he hasn’t gotten his first one yet. On top of that, we have another friend (Gir) who also wants one, and I love the idea of all of us getting them together.

However, money is an issue because tattoos are stupidly expensive. Most areas have a base that they will charge you for a piece, even if it is incredibly tiny.

This could end up costing $60.

For me, that’s just kind of  a wtf-moment. I know that it is permanent, and you are paying for the person’s skill and competency, but I sometimes feel like the amount charged is kind of ridiculous.

Also, there is a problem with what each artist considers their time, talent, and skill to be worth, even in the same studio/shop. My tattoo was gotten at the same time as a friend who got an extremely similar design, but the artists charged us thirty dollars difference. Mine, which was more simple, was the higher priced. The artist who did mine brought the price down some when the other artist said something to him, but he still didn’t bring it down to what the other artist was charging.

I also am very uncertain of what I want as my next design. I actually have a couple of designs I’ve been looking over, but I can’t seem to settle on one. Husband has been looking over a couple as well, but his are going to be uber geeky. Like, capital gee, GEE-ky. Like, whoa. I love the child, but I don’t know that I would be comfortable getting a gaming tattoo. But then, gaming hasn’t been as big a part of my life. (Though now that I think of it, if I were to get a gaming tat, it would probably be a scrabble tile.

I have no idea what Gir wants, but he was talking about getting one with me, even before Husband started talking about getting one as well, so I’m hoping that he will wait for me to be settled and have some cash.


Snuggled In The Middle.

Cat and Husband are sandwiching me tonight as I write this post. It is really nice because I’ve been feeling kind of lonely lately. I’m one of those people who is incredibly conflicted about personal interaction. I adore my husband, but he also annoys the hell out of me sometimes, so even as I want to hug him close, he’s doing something that makes me want to push him away.

He and I both have different concepts of what personal boundaries are. Neither of us thinks twice about licking the other’s arms, legs, even face if given the right opportunity. If Husband wants attention, he tends to just shove himself into whatever available space there is. I’m pretty aggressive myself, come to that.

Tonight though, I’ve a headache from work, leftover humidity exhaustion, and a lingering sense of tiredness from work. It is nice to come home and have the chance to get some affection from my loved ones, even if I’m not feeling great.


Cyber Bullying In Adults.

A sad, but apparently quite common occurrence if my news feed is to be believed. A friend of mine recently posted a link to pictures related to pro-marriage equality protests, and a ‘friend’ of hers promptly told her she was going to Hell. Now, I am never going to say that you can’t have your own opinion (unless you are my child and it is for your own good, which is a very different situation), but I’m also a big fan of keeping your damn mouth shut.

For me, it goes like this, fuck PC, just be respectful. Irreverence and jokes are all fine, but if someone is hurt by them, it is not okay to continue. If someone posts a link you don’t respect, or you have a problem with, leave it alone, especially if it isn’t harming anything by law. If someone is being hurt, then it might be right to speak up, but in the proper context. Crimes should be reported to the police; abuse should be reported to the proper authorities.

As adults, we should know better than to resort to hate and fear tactics to get our way. As reasonable persons, we should be able to express ourselves without someone telling us that we are too young to be able to argue against years of oppressive thinking and cultural conceptions that are deemed irresponsible by modern standards. And as human beings, we should realize that we have the responsibility to every generation in our contact to be the best person possible and to help others do the same in a respectful manner and in appropriate settings.

But your opinions? They belong on your own damn wall.


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