mechamummy: (Riddler)
I made this journal over ten years ago now. That is incredibly strange and surreal and it bears commemorating, even if I almost never use this thing anymore (I feel this should change but I have no clue what it should actually turn into). In lieu of worthwhile content, I am instead opting to post a video of one of the most hilarious things I've stumbled across by reading some of my 2004 posts (2004: the year where I used a lot of really unnecessary action tags in my journal posts); Rocket Robin Hood.



He steals from the cosmic rich, and gives to the astro poor. I'm not even kidding.
mechamummy: (Kyon)
Post the 11th gif in your folder and that is how 2011 will turn out for you. ♥

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... sob. Bad gif.

Also I have a callback for a play today and now I can't sleep auuuuuuuugh.
mechamummy: (Bridget von Hammersmark)
Everyone else is posting YouTube videos of Christmas songs so screw it, my favorite Christmas standard followed by my favorite Christmas non-standard. My Christmas Day was getting a check for money, failing to see True Grit, going to a tiny diner and then working on my broken XBox 360 with my dad but hey, it could always be worse and there's always music.



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If this state had a face I would punch it.
mechamummy: (Bridget von Hammersmark)
Yes, I took a month off (hahahaha clearly) in anticipation of the one weekend where I really enjoy using my own LJ, the PAX Events Occur in Real Time posts! This time it's coming up a little bit delayed because I'm starting the day at the satellite Pegasus Theatre in the Sheraton Hotel with no wifi access whatsoever for the Rock Band 3 Q&A (two years of not standing in the horrible Giant Expo Hall Line running, hooah!). Damn you, PAX, for scheduling one of the things I really really really wanted to go to immediately at the start of the convention.

PAX: Come for the lines, stay in the lines forever. Events occur in REAL TIME... or at this rate perhaps whenever I walk off from PAX to a Starbucks. )
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... yes, really. Over a month later. Shut up.

For me (I mean, really, I'm assuming for most people but I don't want to be presumptuous), emotional reactions to music are most of the time based on people and experiences that I associate with the music I listen to. Especially sadness; there's few songs that, in and of itself, make me sad just because the song is sad. Instead, the songs that make me sad are the songs that I mentally associate with people I sorely miss. I'm not going to get into the specifics, but "One Summer's Day" by Joe Hisaishi, from the Spirited Away soundtrack has, though a series of associations regarding a trip I took and who I took it with, ended up always making me feel melancholy at the very least when I hear it. It's a gorgeous song, too, from one of my favorite soundtracks, but I can't really listen to it all the time anymore because of the effect it has on me.



etc. etc. song meme etc. )

On another music-related note, one month after the World Cup and I'm still in love with the Uruguayan national anthem. I like that the World Cup this year has left me with a bit more of a drive to really get into soccer beyond following the Sounders; hopefully next month I'll be following the Premiere League to start with, and the World Cup has left me with a couple teams that I'm a fan of that aren't just the USA, I guess Norway (I will start paying attention to you, Norway!), and France (... lol, France). Does the fact that I supported both France and North Korea at the World Cup this year make me like the worst soccer fan ever? I think it might.
mechamummy: (I HAVE THEIR SOCKS)
Now that I've written a trainwreck of a Play Anaylsis paper (let me put it this way; I accidentally submitted a paper entitled "Title Goes Here." Yeah.) it's time to get back to this again.

I'd say as far as artists I really love, few of them really sort of convey a sense of joy like Jamiroquai; when they make a pop song it is perfectly crafted, to the point where it gets stuck in your head and makes you want to dance after just one listen. Or, at least, that's how it was for me and that's especially how it was for today's song;

"Love Blind" by Jamiroquai

What's amazing to me is that they didn't release this as a single, because the first time I ever heard it I fell in love with it and fell in love hard. In my opinion, it's absolutely on the same level as "Virtual Insanity," "Cosmic Girl," and "Canned Heat" as far as being glorious, glorious pop music that makes you want to get off your feet and dance, and lyrically it's one of the most fantastic songs about falling head-over-heels in love I've ever heard. It occasionally sort of veers off the rails lyrically, but for the most part it's really one of my favorite tracks to dance to, and it's a song that never fails to put me in a good mood.



<lj-cut text="Next time, on the song meme!><s>Day 01 - Your favorite song</s><br><s>Day 02 - A song that makes you happy</s><br>Day 03 - A song that makes you sad<br>Day 04 - A song that reminds you of someone<br>Day 05 - A song that reminds you of somewhere<br>Day 06 - A song that reminds you of a certain event<br>Day 07 - A song that you can dance to<br>Day 08 - A song that makes you fall asleep<br>Day 09 - A song from your favourite band<br>Day 10 - A song that no one would expect you to love<br>Day 11 - A song that describes you<br>Day 12 - A song from your favourite album<br>Day 13 - A song that you listen to when you're angry<br>Day 14 - A song that you listen to when you're happy<br>Day 15 - A song that you listen to when you're sad<br>Day 16 - A song that you want to play at your wedding<br>Day 17 - A song that you want to play at your funeral<br>Day 18 - A song that makes you laugh<br>Day 19 - A song that turns you on<br>Day 20 - A song you've listened to after a break-up<br>Day 21 - A song that gives you shivers<br>Day 22 - A song you can't help but air-jam to</lj-cut>
mechamummy: (Bridget von Hammersmark)
I actually had to answer this question on the first day of my Set Design class this quarter, and to come up with an answer I just sort of opened Winamp, looked at my five-star songs and tried to determine which one I had loved the most and for the longest and most consistent amount of time.

The answer I came up with was "You Never Give Me Your Money" by The Beatles and I actually stand by it as my all-time favorite song. There are only two songs that could work as the Last Song Ever for The Beatles; this or the actual song they finished with, "The End" ("Her Majesty" is discontinuity to me, only symbolic in the fact that it displays the fact that for all the amazing things The Beatles did and what a great rock band they were, they also made a lot of dumb songs too). Everything about this song is fantastic, and it really paints this portrait of a relationship falling apart (as The Beatles had), the subject of the song growing up (as The Beatles had), and that bittersweet feeling that all of this reality and this relationship finally ending is looming in the near-future, but that's not now. It's about the realization that this was the last album The Beatles would ever record, and how whilst it's a sad thing, it's not worth dwelling on the bad and instead enjoying it for what it is and ending on the right note.

Basically, the three pillars of The Beatles' music, to me, are "A Day In The Life," "Strawberry Fields Forever," and this. "Strawberry Fields" is the first Beatles song I ever fell in love with, the crescendo to the big final note in "A Day In The Life" will always give me goosebumps, but "You Never Give Me Your Money" is a perfect song. The band shines here (Abbey Road as a whole should be trotted out as a "shut the fuck up, dude" comeback whenever anyone tries to assert that Ringo Starr is not a talented drummer), the lyrics are infectious, and the song shifts through three different moods and overall sounds effortlessly, showing off some of the different styles the group had absolutely mastered by the time they called it a day. And now once I get home from failing to work on my Play Analysis paper I'm going to have to play it on Rock Band again.



Coming up, on the song meme! )
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And I haven't updated because I don't know what to say other than "eugh, school." Except there was a Coalition of American Zombie Killers mission on Capitol Hill a week and a half ago where the C.A.Z.K. was aided by a guy who looked like present-day Ben Folds wearing a crown, armed with a nerf tommy gun. He died a lot, which led to this exchange after one of his deaths where a few of us escaped to just outside Seattle Central's Science and Math building, where we were pursued by a zombie holding a fake hand;

Other CAZK Member Whose Name I Can't Remember Anymore: "He got King Ben Folds' hand!"
Me: "How can he play piano with just one hand, you bastard?"
Zombie: *... pauses and starts miming playing piano.*

Best zombie ever. Next mission, and really the big mission of 2010 is on July 3rd at Fremont's big Red White & Dead Zombie Walk, where last year they had around four thousand zombies. There will be blood.

AND ALSO:

Name a fandom and I'll give you some unpopular opinions about it.

... except I have no clue what constitutes an unpopular opinion and so I'll probably just state opinions that I think are unpopular but are actually popular. Rock.
mechamummy: (question)
Yesterday (technically two days ago) I bought art from a homeless man;

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Today (technically yesterday) I reprised my Dr. Cube cosplay at day one SakuraCon 2010. It went over well, like last year, and I also saw the world premiere of the Trigun movie, without any sort of English translation. It was fairly entertaining, though I fell asleep for part of it. Absolute highlight is one of the best barfight scenes I've ever seen where the character designers got to really indulge their love of completely bizarre random thugs.

Tomorrow (technically today) I will hopefully be debuting my Capone "Gang" Bege of One Piece cosplay, assuming the jacket is ready by then. It's not perfect in a lot of regards, but I'm excited for it anyway because there was a ton of One Piece at day one.

College is... well, it's certainly happening. Probably not a very interesting quarter for me this time around, but I'll be getting two of the cornerstones of my drama major out of the way so it works out.
mechamummy: (Bridget von Hammersmark)
I was going to write a post about how the Wil Wheaton Rock Band event greatly disappointed me and struck me as an unfortunate combination of ECCC making an incredibly stupid advertising decision (claiming it is a two-hour event when Wil was only going to be there for the first half) and Wil Wheaton himself clearly having had a long, exhausting con weekend and not really being up for playing Rock Band, physically or in how he was conducting himself, but dude, whatever. I had basically the most awesome day I've had in a long time yesterday, in spite of the fact that I spent the first five hours of it studying for a final and I went through most of the day on three hours of sleep. I felt like I actually made headway in regards to acting for the first time in weeks, I put in a performance on my European History final that I was actually happy with, and I'm going to spend this weekend watching Trigun and playing Dragon Age and watching wrestling and maybe hanging out with people if possible. I am dedicated to making this the most chill break I've had in a while (as opposed to just having a lazy break, which is what I usually do).

It probably helps that Seattle weather right now is about ten to fourteen degrees away from being perfect. Right on, Seattle.
mechamummy: (*SHAKES FISTS IN THE AIR*)
Emerald City Comic Con Day 1 Awards

Best Moment: Being in the Stan Lee panel, listening to him speak for forty minutes.
Worst Moment: Being the guy (or, one of three guys) who got cut off from asking him a question.
Most Amusingly Ironic Moment of the Worst Moment: In the line to get into the Q&A, I was talking to a woman who had cut across the line with me basically talking about how when there are open spots for lines, it's pretty much just survival of the fittest and all about taking initiative. In the line to ask Stan Lee questions, for a brief moment there was a spot open between the second person and the third, and some dude cut in. If he hadn't, I would've asked my question. I can't even be angry over that, that's just fair play.
Most Awesome Small Child: The kid ahead of me in the Subway line, who disapproved of the idea of his dad wearing a Star Trek red shirt to the convention because then he would die. Any kid who is aware of the Red Shirts Always Die rule at that age is going to turn out alright.
Best Thing Bought: An Orange Lantern shirt.
Most Gloriously Awful Question Asked at a Panel: Has to go to this dude at the Green Lantern panel, who went up and started going on about how superheroes should fight against the vast conspiracies controlling the White House and how Adam West is from Washington State and SCIENCE and then when someone on the panel finally cut him off and asked if he actually had a question, he just sort of mumbled about how we could really make Green Lanterns with HYDROGEN and then took the walk of shame.
Best Sign That ECCC Needs a Lot of Work at Being a Big Name Con: They put basically every last panel and Q&A session of interest on Saturday. I mean, seriously. Stan Lee, Wil Wheaton, Leonard Nimoy, and basically all of the general Marvel & DC panels were all on one day in a manner where you pretty much had to choose between them repeatedly. It's unfortunate because they have so much more interesting content and guests than SakuraCon but it still feels relatively b-list in comparison both to that and, obviously, PAX.

Today I give the Dr. Cube costume a test-run to see how it's holding up (hopefully better than the Evil Midnight Bomber last year, which if I want to reprise it ever again I need to make some repairs), and then dress rehearsals for my final project for Drama 252 tomorrow, in which I'll be playing a talk show host who is also a shark. Oh, theatre.
mechamummy: (Kyon)
Paper Hell Running Commentary PART DEUX

Paper Topic: Art Spiegelman's use of simplicity in medium and art style in Maus II as a means of subverting the reader's expectations and evoking a greater emotional response than a more conventional, straightforward approach would have managed.

Events occur in real-time. )

STATUS OF PAPER: ... I have a title page.
THINGS INGESTED: Half a cheese pizza, half of another cheese pizza, carrot cake, bottle of Jones Soda.
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Seattle, Washington: Our mayor attends Presidents of the United States of America concerts.
mechamummy: (Heffer)
HA HA I'M DONE

IT'S A HORRIBLE MESS OF AN ESSAY BUT I AM DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE

I shouldn't sleep because I have a group meeting in six hours but... yeah, no, screw it, I'm sleeping. I have earned this.
mechamummy: (Kyon)
PAPER TOPIC: Comparing how Joseph Stalin's essays and Leni Riefenstahl's Triumph of the Will serve as two different approaches to propaganda. The problem with this is Triumph of the Will is a lot of shots of folks marching and Stalin's essays are... um. They certainly get their points across.

Events occur in real-time. )

STATUS OF PAPER:Six pages completed. No works cited.
THINGS INGESTED: Two cans of AMP Energy. Can of Red Bull (not the small ones). Cupcakes. Can of Venom Energy. Two packs entire sodding box of Gushers. The assorted chip here and there. A croissant. A double cheeseburger. French fries.
mechamummy: (Milano)
It looks like the lifespan of Son of El Diablo Laptopico, my stalwart second laptop, will be December 2006 to February 2010. It was a good run and it should be proud of its accomplishments (as proud as laptops can be), but its disc drive is fucked and Dell's tech support is sick of sending replacement parts for it.

And now for a new installment of Actual Conversations With Tech Support Guys:

Tech Supprt Guy, upon seeing my desktop background: "... 'Warning: Hippo May Cause Traumatic Amnesia.'"
Me: "Yep."
Tech Support Guy: "Do you really believe that?"
Me: "Yes. I think that is one sinister hippo."
mechamummy: (question)
Today at college I played musical chairs and proved to be adept at it due to sheer willingness to mow down everyone in my path and cling to the chair for dear life. Serious business.

Also I think I might finally be at the point in my life where I can listen to and actually enjoy Radiohead. Amazon had Kid A and --

... no, maybe not. Still probably worth spending two dollars to find out, though.
mechamummy: (Default)
Actual conversation excerpt from Safeway today;

Woman: "... he was like the most powerful of the Saiyans."
Man: "Yeah, but then he got gay by going mystic."

Got Brutal Legend for Christmas today, which is good because Dragon Age: Origins is fucked up and I need to bicker with EA until they replace it for me. This year's selection of Christmas movies consisted of L.A. Confidential, Star Trek, and Snatch, the first of which I had never seen before and enjoyed greatly. And now I'm closing Christmas 2009 out by reinstalling a ton of programs onto essentially a fresh hard drive for like the third time this year. Ah, the reliable constants.
mechamummy: (Heffer)


Still my favorite Christmas song of all time, cheesy as it is. When I was a kid 107.7 The End would play this all the damn time in December, despite the fact that it was so distinctly unlike even the other Christmas music they played (mostly stuff like "hey guys Blink 182 has a Christmas song, check it out!") and I think I started automatically associating it with the idea this is December and Christmas cheese is appropos in December, dammit. This is a slightly different Christmas because this is the first Christmas Eve I'm not spending with my mother, who's in Norway celebrating Christmas Eve with her sister and holy fuck I have like an uncle-in-law now or something. That is weird to realize. What that means is that Christmas Eve, which is actually a bigger deal than Christmas Day in Norway, is just having dinner out with dad and Mia and opening a couple gifts from friends of friends. But that's alright; I think the older I get the more chill Christmas Eve gets.

On the school front, 3.92 GPA. Including a 3.9 in Scandinavian Literature which proves that my skill at bullshitting a term paper in the eleventh hour hasn't lost its potency even in Real College.

And, just because I haven't updated my LJ with shit my dad's said in a good while;

Dad: "Who are you to judge me on what I buy? It's my TV!"
Mia: "Okay!"
Dad: "And it's my Play-fuckin'-Station!"
Mia: "What?"
Dad: "And it's my Play-fuckin'-Station!"
Mia: "What?"
Dad: "IT'S MY PLAYSTATION."
Mia: "I don't even play PlayStation!"
Dad: "Good! 'cause it's my PlayStation, bitch!"

He doesn't even play video games. He just got it for Blu-Ray and for Netflix's watch instantly service. Also he bought a 52" TV which he justified with logic regarding how huge his living room is. He will probably spend much of the next month just watching lots of movies on Netflix and on the SciFi network. I want to have my dad's lifestyle when I'm his age.
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