January 25th, 2013

Seasonal || Bow for the pug.

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The one thing I wanted to get done today was get to the post office and send off the four letters I have waiting; they just sit there staring dolefully up at me, a terrible reminder that I can't just walk out to a postbox.

I thought I lucked out by having a post office around a half-mile from my house, but alas Google Maps lied to me and it is just a drop-box; I will be forced to go the mile to Thayer Street, which isn't really much fun in the cold. Mind, I'd have to go to the post office even if I were living back in MA since I don't have exact stamps for domestic, let alone international. That was just an easy drive in a familiar place. Even in England I had post offices every which way I needed to go and one on campus. *Whinges more.*

So no, no post sent. I have to brave one-way streets before that. Instead I withdrew a tenner from the ATM nearby to activate my new bank card and said, well, at least serendipity has put a liquor store in my path. (The kind young woman working there was the one to confirm that it was just a drop-box and that once upon a time Google had tricked her similarly.) So I said, "Well then, instead I'll just have to buy some cheap wine" and she said something about silver linings, as you do.

Now I have some cheap twist-off moscato and, my friends, I will be drinking it out of a rainbow mug. (therealsnape, put that potato down; no throwing things at poor young adults!) This is partially out of my love of rainbows (I purchased the mugs for the house) but mostly out of the sad fact that we have no wine glasses. (Lots of mason jars for drinking water...) So before you judge me (*snerk*), I bid any of you not currently in my phase of life or one similar to think back to your early/mid 20s and consider if you were the sophisticated, sagacious selves you are now. If you were, well, my hat is off to you. If you were not, do try for some compassion or even empathy. (;

To think I put trousers on for this. Now that I've written up this post, I'll start with the drinking and get back to the lesbian webcomic Unicorn Plan-It with random productivity, like poking at more job sites *sigh*, all without leaving my room.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

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I have been reminded that I actually had two videos to post up. You'll just have to put up with more of me, I'm afraid! You lot are troupers.

The other night I was just sitting here at my computer catching up on some YouTube when I suddenly thought, "I could vlog! It would be easy! I have an awesome faerie-lit room and a fake fireplace to put the tripod on! I'm wearing a bow-tie!" And with that glorious understanding, the bow-tie perhaps most important of all, I filmed and edited a vlog (that's 'video log', so you'll have to put up with my face, too, you sorry lot).

It's mostly to catch up on my life over the last two and some years. You all will likely know it already, so you certainly don't have to watch.

I sound funny. That's something you'll just have to get over, I'm afraid; you won't even be close to the first if you tell me how funny I sound. I'm an Atlantic Ocean mermaid, alright? Some creatures speak the languages of Middle-earth; I speak the dialect of Middle-pond, which sounds better under water. So we're all clear with that? Clear as mud? Jubbly. On with the show!

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Now, I don't know if you've ever sat down and thought "gee, I'd love to see a lesbian in a bow-tie playing the Harry Potter theme song," but if you have then this video is for you. Notice I did not say "playing the Harry Potter theme song well" so I make no promise of quality. I hadn't played in more than six months, as I mention in the video; I'm rusty!

Also, watch me completely and utterly fail to roll up my sleeves a number of times despite that I've been doing it since I was an ickle tyke-dyke. Also, the faces I pull when I make mistakes.

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It's likely that seeing myself in a bow-tie has proven to remind me of something else: a dear friend of mine (who is surprisingly not a housemate), a housemate, and I were talking about cosplaying Harry Potter the other day. (It was partially in reference to MistiCon, or at least it started with that.) My dear friend said, "Now of course we'll want to get you everything else Minerva McGonagall, because you're you, but I could really see you as Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank." (My squeeful fandom heart went crazy there, since even a number of people in fandom don't remember her, and this isn't even someone I met through Harry Potter.) I got very happy but felt forced to say, "I'd love that, but I don't have short-cropped grey hair!" To which she immediately replied, "Oh, we'll shove it under a hat and no one will know! We have to do this!"

Not likely to happen any time soon, but the fact that a real-life friend up and told me without fishing or prompting that I'd make a good Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank filled my heart with fannish glee. She agrees I'd make a spot-on Hermione Granger (to her Harry Potter) and a great Madam Rosmerta, too, but knows also that I love going into lady-gentleman waters just as much or even more.

Now you lot can be free of me again! Escape while you can!

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
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