Today's TeeFury tee is a Star Wars propaganda one. I'm pretty sure there were at least a few people who picked up one of those Christmas AT-AT shirts I linked (I bought three, for me and Harl and my mom), and if you liked that one you'll probably like this one as well. Especially the ladies. :3 As always, eleven dollars including shipping 'til midnight eastern tonight only.

lol, today I had it brought to my attention first that cosplay.com wants people to give them money for ~*special memberships*~ now. And then I had it brought to my attention that you can get a showcase photo there without

a) actually making a costume that looks like anything that appears in the franchise you're cosplaying.
b) putting on a wig or even having anything remotely similar to the correct haircolor or style.

I'm a little puzzled as to what services c.com thinks it's capable of providing that are worth money when they can't even google a character before showcasing a costume of them.

Anyway, I lol'd.

Today's TeeFury tee is a Flight of the Conchords shirt. Nine dollars, until midnight EST tonight only. It made me laugh when I saw it.

Better performance: Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain or Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight?

There is no right answer.

I got a flat tire on my way home from Target today. So I pulled into an abandoned parking lot and decided to change it myself. I've never changed a tire on the PT Cruiser, so I had to find the jack, then figure out how to get the donut down from under the car (my old car had a compartment in the trunk for it), and then I spent like fifteen minutes and a phone call with my dad trying to figure out where the jack was supposed to go for the rear tires. The illustration didn't look anything like the actual car, and the symbol indicating the jack position was entirely absent. Eventually I had to guess, but I did guess right. And the entire time I'm sitting there thinking that soon some guy is going to stop and help me, because that's what always happens when you're a woman with a flat. But I managed to get the tire off (omg the bolts were on there so tight it was so hard ;_;) before anyone did.

As far as I can tell, one of four things has occurred:

1) Chivalry is dead (okay!)
2) Sexism is over and women can be trusted to change their own tires now (yay!)
3) I do not look young and attractive enough all bundled up to warrant attention (okay!)
4) People in this town are just not that friendly (boo!)

Eventually when I was almost done a girl and her mom stopped to help me, and then her dad pulled up because they'd seen me having trouble getting the nuts loose and called him to help, and he put the donut on and made sure it was tight enough, the last bit of which would've been pretty difficult for me and potentially very bad. So I was grateful for that. I went to get the tire patched since there was a screw stuck in it, and I had to wait an hour and a half, and when they were done the guy came out and told me there'd been two screws and a nail in it. I could feel the blood drain out of my face because I thought that was going to mean I'd have to pay more or buy a new tire. And then he laughed and charged me fifteen bucks so that was a huge relief.

So that was shitty but I'm also kind of happy that I got to change the tire mostly on my own, so I can do it faster next time and more easily in much worse conditions.

1) I'm very happy that Abrams Trek has gotten new people to watch the Original Series because new fans are always yay, but can Star Trek please stop being trendy now? Or can we let a mediocre self-indulgent director remake Next Gen or something instead?

2) I hope they never, ever, ever make Good Omens into a movie. I will cry.

3) I figured out what bothers me about Lady Gaga being a "gay rights leader", and it's that she says she's bisexual and that's great, whatever, but from everything she's said she does not date women, would not be satisfied having sex with women, and wants to get married to a man, which means that the possibility of actually being with a woman has not crossed her mind. So she's never going to actually know what it's like to be gay and to live the life of a gay person. She'll never know what it's like not to have straight privilege, but she wants to bill herself as bisexual and be a gay rights leader anyway when even her music and videos are heteronormative. It's her right to label herself what she wants and her right to make what music she wants, but the combination of it all just bugs me. In my opinion, there's more to being queer than having your boyfriend be "weirded out" that you think girls are pretty.

4) I've been watching A Very Potter Musical finally, and I'm almost done, and it's amazing. I avoided it because I thought it would be cheesy and stupid and that people only watched it because OMG LOL U GAIZ IT'S HARRY POTTER AND THEY'RE SINGING, but holy shit I was so delightfully wrong. I still hold that it COULD'VE been cheesy and stupid and been that popular, but I've laughed so hard through the whole thing.

I had a dream last night that I met Tim Gunn and he was not only straight, but a raging homophobe.

Even in the dream, I was so confused. And disappointed.

Note to Seth MacFarlane: taking a scene from another comedy, recreating it shot for shot, and making absolutely no changes except to replace a fax machine with an LP record isn't fucking funny. A reference isn't a joke, asshole.

I realized when I moved into my apartment this year that I have a room with a balcony, on the first floor, about twenty yards from the Wabash River, and that therefore I was probably going to be dealing with a lot of bugs. Which I have; before it got chilly out, I was getting some pretty massive crickets hanging around, and some spiders. But then fall came, and now I have a steady build-up of Asian beetles around my balcony doors. They come into my bedroom and just die on the floor and in the track for the doors, and some of them get into my workroom and die around the floor lamp, and then others get all the way to my bathroom and fly into the lamp above the vanity until they die in the sink.

Instead of vacuuming every day, I've just been letting them accumulate and then doing it once a week or so, since I have enough space that Neptune is the only one who hangs around in front of the balcony doors, and he doesn't care if there are beetles all over. He just likes killing the survivors. Today I swear to god, there were probably two or three hundred dead beetles, mostly in the door track. I didn't realize until I actually went over there and got down with the vacuum hose just how many there were. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me; they're all over the damn town. Last week I found one in my cleavage. (This week I found a spider there... and both times I'd literally just taken a shower and pulled clean clothes out of the dryer so idk what more I can do about this bugs-in-cleavage situation.)

I hope they all die soon. And hopefully not in my room.

I should start hanging my bookbag up when I'm at home. Last month I reached in to get a book and pulled out a giant cricket, and this morning I got to German class to find a rather large spider sitting on top of my papers staring at me.

Also, am I the only person to notice that Xemnas has twelve apostles? And now he's also got a female follower who looks like an apostle but isn't counted as one of their number. Psh.

This isn't related to anything really, but someone posted a link to a very good essay on why the movie 300 was a steaming pile of shit. I can't help but lose respect for people who seriously defend that movie, and this article manages to clearly articulate exactly why.

I really hate people who try too hard.

Lady Gaga tries harder than anyone I've ever seen. Soooo much secondhand embarrassment.

Okay, I'm sorry, but Kanye's music will never stop being catchy as hell. :(

In fandomsecrets back in July, last_archangel described me as a "brilliant, neurotic lesbian supernerd". At the time, I believe my response to this (as rendered to Harl) was, "Am I really neurotic!?"

I did not realize the irony of my reaction at the time.

In any case, I was wonderfully flattered by this description (particularly in light of the descriptions that might have been given), though I was still shocked to see that one of my top four defining characteristics was neurotic. (The lesbian and supernerd parts I considered prerequisite.) For the next couple months, I went along thinking that I must simply just filter through what I choose to post in this journal into a neurotic person, and that I was not, in fact, really neurotic in real life.

But I've slowly realized that I was wrong. I am, in fact, actually neurotic. I have decided just to accept this, as trying to fix it is bound to merely worsen the problem.

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Eli Roth read the Inglourious Basterds kink meme (which, no, I do not write for or even have time to read) today.

And then he sent it to Quentin Tarantino.

I think I fucking love this man.

Yo momma's so dumb, she thinks Tennessee Williams is Indiana Jones's cousin.

The LOUDEST CRICKET EVER is somewhere on the living room porch and it WON'T STOP CHIRPING. It's been doing it for an HOUR. Normally I find the sound of crickets very soothing, but this one is exactly the right pitch to make me want to shoot myself.

Also, I wish they'd make a second series of Hetalia One Coin figures. I want Spain, Greece, Sweden, and Finland quite badly, even though I know it's kind of unlikely that they'd include all of those. I'd settle for just Spain.

I'm modeling for the life drawing classes again this year, and there's a new instructor who's younger and lets people play music during classes and, more importantly, lets me pose however I want. Plus, fewer guys in at least one class. And today I got to wear a sheet most of the time, so hooray for that.

I started Monday and after my first five minute break, I came back from the bathroom and was immediately asked by the instructor if I wanted to do the open life drawing sessions on Thursday nights and by one of the students if I wanted to do the Purdue Fashion Show for the senior collections this year. I answered yes to the Thursday nights because I need the money and yes to the fashion show because I dunno if the department pays us for that or not but it sounds like fun. So the girl put me in contact with her friend who was short a model, and she's buying the fabric for whatever dress she's making this weekend and having me in for measurements next week.

I came back in today because I'm starting to fill in for some guy who's apparently not modeling anymore and just hasn't shown up, and the instructor wanted to know if I'll be her subject for her photography project this semester; she's a grad student and apparently the department is giving her a bunch of money so it'll pay well. I told her I'd do basically anything, because I will. At this point I think I'm pretty well over the whole nudity thing so whatever, I'd like to see someone try to come up with something I'm not comfortable with.

I also went to see my thesis advisor and talk about applying to grad school. She encouraged me to do it this semester and to apply for a master's program with intent to continue on to a PhD instead of jumping straight into a PhD track. She made me feel a lot better and gave me the confidence to actually do it, so I went out and bought a GRE study guide this afternoon. I'm nervous as hell, tbh.

The Amazon customer reviews for the Hitachi Magic Wand are fucking killing me. I am literally laughing out loud.

"It was 3am, I looked horrible, my hair was wet but I quickly got dressed and drove over to the all night sex emporium. I walked in looking horrible, and said 'where are the vibrators, I need a vibrator.'"

"It kind of looks like a weapon from Star Trek. 'Honey, is that a - taser??? Is there an outlet in your sector, Captain?'"

"Vibration on the low setting is too strong for my purpose. My mom loves it and gives it 5 stars."

"Just setting her writing and thinking about it is getting me a bit moist and I hear it's call."

"An excellent birthday or Kwanzaa gift for that special lady in your life." (This isn't actually very strange but for some reason the phrasing made me laugh really hard.)

"Do not be fooled, this is not a back massager."