making fun of your kid for enjoying the things they enjoy is the quickest way to make them feel so completely isolated from you that they are more comfortable talking to strangers on the internet than you about their problems
I don’t reblog much, but dammit, this is worth saying. And worth reading. And, for those of us who are not yet parents, worth fucking internalizing until we are.
The following poem comes from Lyrics of the Hearthside by Paul Laurence Dunbar, in 1913:
Prometheus stole from heaven the sacred fire
And swept to earth with it o’er land and sea.
He lit the vestal flames of poesy,
Content, for this, to brave celestial ire.
Wroth were the gods, and with eternal hate
Pursued the fearless one who ravished heaven
That earth might hold in fee the perfect leaven
To lift men’s souls above their low estate.
But judge you now, when poets wield the pen,
Think you not well the wrong has been repaired?
‘Twas all in vain that ill Prometheus fared:
The fire has been returned to heaven again!
We have no singers like the ones whose note
Gave challenge to the noblest warbler’s song.
We have no voice so mellow, sweet, and strong
As that which broke from Shelley’s golden throat.
The measure of our songs is our desires:
We tinkle where old poets used to storm.
We lack their substance tho’ we keep their form:
We strum our banjo-strings and call them lyres.
I love this poem. Which means, in my own peculiar way, that I have criticized the hell out of it. And so, in my own infinite arrogance, I have proposed to myself many alterations.
Funny thing, though; each time I go to actually write it out differently, it ends up looking just the same.
All the corrections I would make to the poem would strengthen individual parts at the expense of weakening the whole. I hope it’s a sign of my increasing skill as a writer and a poet that I can see that, and more, that I can accept it.
Anyway, there it is; one of my favorite poems. Maybe I’ll record this one too, sometime. Enjoy.
Yes! That’s right! I went to Youmacon this year! It was amazing!
…okay the convention organization can go jump off a fucking cliff, but the convention itself? The panels (once they got off the ground)? The people I got to meet? Nothing short of amazing. Spectacular.
So yeah, the convention planning was, in a word, bullshit. I understand that conventions are a big deal; I understand that they’re not easy to organize, with so many different talents with different schedules, but many of these were amateur mistakes, and not at all what I’d expect from such a big convention. Particularly not an eight-year con.
No program guides until Saturday afternoon? Panels being mislabeled, moved, cancelled, and uncancelled without warning? Half your convention (specifically the dealer’s hall and artist’s alley) being held in a completely different building a mile away with no warning and no arranged transportation? Transportation and rooms for guests being forgotten or arranged at the last moment? Rambling and incoherent closing ceremonies in which two of the biggest talents are left as an afterthought or nearly forgotten? Bullshit. Utter bullshit.
As for my own problems, I must now explain something that will disappoint all of two people: I have lost my camcorder. I was carrying it with me to the Dealer’s Hall (again, a mile away by People Mover), and set it down somewhere in Cobo Hall to take a picture with someone. I didn’t remember to pick it up when I continued to the Dealer’s Hall, and only noticed it about half an hour later when I wanted to take a picture with LittleKuriboh and could not do so. I checked lost and found all over, but nobody ever turned it in.
Therefore, there will be no videos or vlogs from me for a while yet. :(
On the other hand, I am now obviously in the market for a new camera, and would love some notes from those of you who have bought them before: what are good brands and good models, in any moderate price range. I understand that you do have to pay for quality when it comes to technology like this, but I’d also like to keep the price under perhaps $500? (I think that sounds reasonable?)
And yet, despite all of that, it still managed to be a wonderful time. I got to go to almost all of the panels that I wanted to, and meet all the people I wanted to, even if I didn’t get to spend as much time with them as I wish I could have. I still spent a lot of my money as you expected, and had a blast.
And for the last day, I’ll go with breathtaking. Dizzying. Surreal. The cast of Wha-Chow was kind enough to adopt me Sunday afternoon and drag my ass (and my giant luggage) around with them for the rest of the day, take me out to dinner, let me party with them, help me find a place to sleep, and ferry me to the airport the following morning. There are not enough words to thank everyone for everything, but damned if I’m not going to try:
Yes! It’s true! I actually have been writing! I’ve uploaded three poems and two short stories that I wrote over the last few months.
I’m not actually going to crosspost all of them here, but I will provide links, in case the one below and the one at the top of the page aren’t enough.
I’ve been denying it even to myself for some time, but here’s the straight of it, people:
I feel like shit.
I’ve felt awful for the last week-and-a-half. Maybe two weeks.
Not emotionally. I’m happy. I’m very happy. Life has been going wonderfully!
But I’ve got some kind of bug and I can’t shake it. I never get enough sleep at night (not sure whether this is an effect or if it’s the cause), and I wake up short of breath with my mouth and throat extremely dry. I’m coughing all the time—deep, wet coughs that hurt in and of themselves, even before they aggravate my nearly-constant headache. I’m wincing at bright lights even if they don’t actually make my head hurt (they usually don’t), and sometimes the bright lights make me sneeze, which hurts both my head and my dry throat even more.
Like I said, basically I feel horrible. I don’t know why I’m posting about it, since there’s nothing anyone can do, but I felt compelled. Isn’t that what a blog is for? Telling people who have no reason to care about shit that doesn’t particularly matter?
I just hope I can get through the next few weeks without red ringing.
As the title implies, I’ve got some before-and-now pictures of my diet.
(I can’t say before-and-after because I’m not done yet, y’know? ok ok cook)
Hilariously, you can also see the difference my haircut made.
These are, naturally, shirtless, so they’re hidden by the -Read More- button for your safety (and sanity).
I’m not going to bother numbering these dream diaries, since I don’t remember my dreams every night. On the other hand, I do remember last night’s!
I was at a party with some friends (who shall remain nameless), but for some reason it was somewhere in Scandinavia. I think. It was sorta snowy and mountainous, anyway. There were lots of pretty girls, and the president was there. The president of Scandinavia. Who looked a little like Psy and a little like @SuperPsyguy. Which doesn’t even make sense, but shut up.
He was really excited to see us, and he told us in the subtitles about how much he liked Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2, but had never played Chain of Memories. My friend @Skepfish got extremely offended at this, and started waving around his DS with his ‘two favorite games’, Chain of Memories and Pokemon Red. (Which is impossible because the DS doesn’t play original GameBoy games.)
Then we had to leave the party for some reason, and a freshman at my university who annoys everyone around him showed up and demanded that we explain how to get to Village Inn. After sending him off in completely the wrong direction, we got in a car to go…somewhere. I remember complaining about my haircut, which was supposed to make me look like Gordon Freeman and instead made me look like @Malkara. Somehow.
In the end we started heading back to the party at the mansion, but we weren’t allowed to go back in. When we asked why, the president opened the door and a bear came out. We were all really concerned about this, but then I remembered that I was a master Bear Blaster. We all blasted the bear together, and it was defeated. Then Freddie Mercury came out wearing Michael Jackson’s suit from “Smooth Criminal” and congratulated us on being awesome.
At this point my alarm rang, which was a shame, really.