jnp: (buttercup you so silly!)
2015-04-17 04:23 pm
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Christ I'm sorry I haven't updated

I still haven't finished uploading/tagging all the Japan trip photos because my days are filled with work and dogs and trying to get the apartment in presentable shape while also spending time with The Sheepman and it's just ARRRRGHHHH


(It's officially been a month since I set foot in Japan; I have since started looking into whether I could feasibly move there. Idk idk.)
jnp: (T-T)
2015-03-29 03:51 am
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Still on Japan time.

It is almost 4 am here but elsewhere it's barely 8 pm

I left my heart (and a good chunk of change) in Tokyo

Pictures forthcoming, including the really important one that shows all the PpG merchandise I immediately dropped $200+ USD on upon discovering it on three separate floors of this utterly magical store in Harajuku
jnp: (NOMS)
2015-01-30 01:31 pm

I'm buying some fucking fries.

I deserve them, God damn it.
jnp: (T-T)
2015-01-21 01:12 am

Rocks fall, everybody dies

Good to know that watching all the Sailor Senshi die can still make me bawl like a fucking baby. Jesus damn it I can't believe classic Sailor Moon is still so good. Which is a happy surprise since that Sailor Moon remake wound up being a real shitshow!
jnp: (X<)
2014-06-01 10:22 pm


We may have just adopted a Husky puppy. Um, wait. No. Definitely. I mean, we bought a crate and a gate and a bowl and everything. I can see him sleeping by the front screen door right now.

Long story short, a friend of ours found him about a week ago and with no owner coming forth to claim him (which is very weird, since he's a purebred...), she asked us if we were interested. We met him and his foster family yesterday; they brought him over today.

And after something like two and a half straight hours of trying to wear him out, he's asleep. Thank Jesus. (The Sheepman and I had been talking about Huskies for a least a year now knowing full well how much activity they will need, and spent most of the weekend figuring out how to puppy proof the house. Mark my words, we did not enter into this situation lightly.)

In other news, I had my last therapy session (for now) two Mondays ago, and someone else at work is leaving, meaning things are crazy busy. Also, there is a baby animal in the house. (Kuma is having a bit of a difficult time with this.)

Fingers crossed that it all works out for the best. I'll elaborate on details of everything later. But right now, the baby's done for the night, and I could really use the sleep.
jnp: (you jump over the GD water)
2014-05-17 02:44 pm

Was not expecting 2.5 weeks to pass between updates. /shame

Well! Here is what has basically happened lately: )Jesus, that was long. Sorry. I've been thinking about the sorts of things I want to post about these days, and it occurred to me that I still want to keep this space mostly personal and about my dumb boring life that I love (most of the time). That was how all these things started, anyway. Everything else these days is so geared towards quips and smartassery and being self-important twits, which is kind of an inevitability when it comes to micro-blogging and how it's evolved since Twitter was first introduced. I know I sound like the old person waving my "Get off my lawn" stick around, but it's more about me not wanting to make posts in that vein. I mean, I already have a FB to do that on. That's more than enough for me.
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2014-01-31 02:55 pm
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Also let's get this bitterness out of my system

Happy Lunar New Year to all who celebrate it! Call up those folks who will forever be disappointed in your choices as a human being and take every opportunity to shame you for your happiness and not being Asian enough! You know, because Asians are all about supporting family, just usually only in one direction.

I think this is mostly me reacting to the bullshit I keep seeing on Tumblr about how fucking great and non-sexist China is and how Asian culture is so family-oriented and I kinda just want to say Go back to reading your Amy Tan bullshit, white people. Except it's not just white people, because I see it from fucking Asians, too, usually western-born. The problem is Chinese culture as I have experienced and witnessed it is not about "family," it's about constantly paying back your parents and "ancestors" for the BEAUTIFUL GIFT OF LIFE THEY GAVE YOU, with an almost obsessive disregard for the fact that you as an individual might actually have, gasp! Your own individual wants and needs.

I can't go a month without my mother basically asking when I am going to "grow up" and leave The Sheepman, who I have been involved with for nearly a decade. My grandmother is constantly trying to introduce me and anyone else of marrying age in the family to another fucking Chinese person, meaning the son/daughter of some other Chinese person she barely knows and only maintains a relationship with because they, too, have offspring of marrying age. I had the Chinese father of a friend of a facebook friend proposition me ON MY FRIEND'S PAGE in the hopes of introducing his "rich doctor son" to me as soon as he found out I was a Chinese-American 20-something female, and then had to endure some of the rudest comments I have ever received about how "you young Chinese women keep getting involved in relationships where no one will want to marry you" and how I need to basically grow up before I die unmarried and alone. FUCK YOU.

And don't give me this bullshit about it just being "part of the culture" and how I just need to "understand where they're coming from." NEWS FLASH, FUCKHEADS: UNDERSTANDING WHERE SOMEONE COMES FROM IS NOT A ONE-WAY FUCKING STREET. I made a concerted effort to understand where my family was coming from and give them the benefit of the doubt for the majority of my life, and what did that get me? Two fucking breakdowns in the span of a week where even CASUAL CONVERSATION WITH THEM is too much for me to handle now, because the system I put in place to understand and identify with them had completely shattered from the stress of maintaining it.

So don't give me this bullshit about how "I know it's hard, but your family does this out of love for you!" because I bought into that garbage for my entire life and it has taken a long time for me to realize that that is NOT AN ACCEPTABLE WAY TO LOVE SOMEBODY. I don't care what your Asian-American Studies 101 class or your single year teaching ONE CLASS OF PRE-TEENS in China or how much you LOOOOOOOVED Avatar: The Last Airbender taught you about Asian culture. You try buying a plane ticket to see your Grandmother after she begged you to come visit her since it had been ten years, only to have her completely dismiss your existence upon every subsequent interaction until the night of the party came and she introduced you to her friend's unmarried son.

I know this is the shit that makes for a great indie comedy someday, but right now, this is my fucking life and I am fucking sick of people who have no fucking place offering their myopic opinion on my culture like they are some great authority on the inner workings of it when they haven't been burdened with that bullshit firsthand for their entire lives.

So, yeah. Happy fucking Lunar New Year, everyone.
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2014-01-31 01:01 pm
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Playing hooky, and a quickie post

It doesn't really count as hooky if I'm legitimately sick, though.

I came down with some weird cough thing that left me wiped out but not debilitated and stayed home Wednesday and today. I was concerned I was getting flu symptoms (which are wholly unacceptable, given the flu shot I went out of my way to take on my birthday) given how ache-y I felt, but I'm pretty confident it's not that. It's just some other random sickness I either picked up from the walking germ-farms at work. Or at Starbucks. Or at the pizza place I went to with my co-workers on Tuesday. Fuck all you sick people, man. I always forget how wonderful it is to not feel like utter shit. At the same time, I rarely get sick as it is. I had one unused sick day last year, gone forever. Oh well. Going to work is hardly a chore, which factored in my decision to not go today - nowadays I rarely wake up thinking "NooooOOOOOO why do I have to work today," so as soon as I did that this AM I decided "Welp guess that's not happening." After a few more hours lazing about I feel much better, although I'm still coughing and only seem to be good for short bursts of activity.

I did make it out to the Premiere Party for our show. Honestly, I almost didn't go, because of the whole still-recovering-from-sickness thing and because I just did not feel like being social. I'm pretty happy with being an introvert and not feeling shitty about it; this is a new thing for me. I stayed long enough for the speeches, was seen by enough people (from a networking standpoint this is generally a good thing), and had a legitimate excuse for leaving (sick, wiped out, tired, etc.).

Wrt the networking thing, when I have those internal "arguments" with myself ("You should go," "BLEH I DON'T WANNA"), if it's a work-related function I usually try to fall on the former's side. I'm not as familiar with the faces at work anymore given that so many have left and I haven't been working in the company building with the most traffic for quite a few years now. So I look at it as an opportunity to figure out who the new people are and, more importantly, make sure the folks I do recognize see me. Of course, there are some days where it's more bullshit than I want to deal with. Although that generally isn't a huge problem in this industry for me.

I thought about bitching about Tumblr and Facebook "activism" for awhile, but I already did that with The Sheepman this morning, so maybe I'll save that for another time. Right now I'm looking forward to reading a little and maybe watching a horror movie. Oh, shit. Guess that means I should update my Master Crap List. Or start it for 2014. BAH, WHATEVER.
jnp: (i am an adult!)
2014-01-03 09:06 pm

I've missed the therapeutic aspect of journaling

... but at the same time I find it a bit of a struggle to come up with stuff to talk about. My life is so mundane - not a complaint, I certainly like it the way it is - and the things that cross my mind as potential posts/updates throughout the day are either completely forgotten by the time I get home or defeated by my exhaustion and desire to do nothing but sit and surf my tablet/watch TV.

Speaking of the exhaustion, a couple of things that have come up over the past few years during my on-again, off-again relationship with LJ that you may not be privy to - I'm iron-deficient most of the time, so I suspect I'm borderline anemic most days. Presumably this is part of the reason I have a lot less energy than I used to (the others are an ongoing vitamin B deficiency and, as always, lack of adequate sleep). I'm not terribly good about keeping up with my vitamins - or, more like, I'm really good about them for a few months and then forget they exist for another few months, and then the cycle begins anew - and I'm constantly trying to work on the sleep thing.

There's other minor inconveniences with the iron deficiency/borderline anemia - if I'm not careful, it can prevent me from donating blood. Which I decided to make "a thing" for me starting last year - I decided to start donating blood regularly because, well, I can always make more. And I donated pretty consistently all throughout last year - probably 5 times, total? Today I made my first donation of 2014.

The actual donation part wasn't one of my better experiences, despite the fact that I really liked the (what would you call them? Let's go with technician, I guess) technician that handled me. He was an older black man who was very friendly and kept cracking jokes - in the past I've almost exclusively been handled by women, and usually it's pretty clinical. Not that I'm there to make friends anyway; I'm realizing the older I get the more I'm gravitating towards introversion, but that's another post, and we're talking about blood here.

They were kind of disorganized - apparently there were some volunteers that didn't show up, and I was the first donor that arrived. I wandered around confused for awhile; they usually have a table set up to greet people with the stickers and incentives (free comedy club tickets, discounted tickets for athletic events, etc.), as well as the documentation they want you to read and some water to hydrate, but I didn't see anything but the truck (hereafter referred to as the Bloodmobile) when I got to the site. I finally sat down where they'd set up the chairs and someone in the Bloodmobile spotted me pretty quickly. For the better part of an hour I was the only person there, which was very different from all my previous experiences donating - usually there's a few other donors present.

Their disorganization resulted in an over-long donation process - I was there for a full hour, thus abusing my lunch break to the fullest extent and then some - which wasn't a huge problem, but the Production side of me prefers it when things move a little more efficiently. (On the plus side, I didn't wind up with free/discounted tickets to a bunch of stuff I'll never go do or see. Hooray, lack of more clutter in my life!) The other marker of what makes a donation experience good or bad for me is how much the needle hurts when it goes in. I've had experiences where I didn't even feel it. Today was not one of those days. OW. Not sure if I'll bruise or not, but it's been about 8 hours and the fucker's definitely sore. My friend must've hit a nerve.

I also was not bleeding easily today. I was laying there for a while waiting for the bags to fill, and it took a lot of squeezing to get enough blood out of the finger prick to adequately test my iron levels (.5 above the minimum level - living dangerously, that I am). Blessedly, the needle itself didn't hurt during the bloodletting. (I've had an experience like that before, and that was utter agony. I still haven't gone back to that particular site thanks to my trauma.)

I did enjoy the technicians working there today, even if they needed a little help getting their shit together. While I was sucking down a bottle of water in the "recovery" area, I decided to ask them about specifics of the blood distribution. Apparently every pint of blood that's donated in SoCal stays in SoCal because the need for blood is so great. In fact, even with the donations, they still don't get enough blood. The largest amount of blood donations come from the Midwest. They mentioned Michigan, too, but that was as specific as they got. Blood trivia: Type O- is the most in demand.

There were two blood donors who had shown up by the time I left, so at least they were getting some more traffic in there. I made a FB post encouraging fellow co-workers (since it was right down the street from work) to go donate, but perhaps I worded it too neutrally? What a weird way to describe a post. Neutrally. I'm really hating FB these days - all those impersonal microblogging sites, actually. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. I only got the Facebook account because my brother made me one. Still have avoided Twitter and Tumblr, and I intend to keep it that way. I guess I'm just an old internet bitch, updating her LJ. HA.

... I actually like the relative anonymity of this, though. Everyone's migrated over to greener internet pastures. I like feeling kind of invisible. (There goes that introvert again.)
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2011-12-31 07:06 pm

So over this year

I was planning on doing this ass-long post about the suckage that 2011 was for me and how I basically hated everybody on the planet with whom I had regular contact (and even those I wasn't seeing all that often), the BFFAEAE being the sole exception, and how it was good that I wasn't around much because I spent 2011 a pissy little bitch about everything and it's a wonder I managed to hang on to the Sheepman, long-suffering man that he is, and how it didn't matter, everything in 2011 set me on edge and I was holding grudges against everybody and making excuses to dislike everybody and basically wanted to rip people's faces off every time I was forced to interact with them.

But I'm done bitching about things and being angry. At least, I really want to be.

I'm on FB very rarely for exactly the reasons above and it's probably going to stay that way until I can figure out how not to be irritated by other people (FB is not conducive to that, at all) and maybe if I spend more time on my dw/lj (inaugural dw post in the hopes of a fresh start this year, whoo I guess) actively working to maintain a good mood... well, maybe that'll be better for me.

I've done a lot of reading lately! I joined paperbackswap.com and unloaded most of two manga series, so Yay! Shelfspace! And Yay! Actual books coming back into my life! I want to continue to keep track of the novels/short stories/movies/TV shows I watch throughout 2012, at least in an effort to keep me posting regularly. This sort of stuff clears my head way better than trolling FB, that's for sure.

I finally caught up with some CTN programming lately (The Sheepman and I took a short trip to Ventura and the room came with cable, at least) and my verdict is The Amazing World of Gumball is super entertaining and The Looney Tunes Show (the new one) is still massively un-funny and disappointing, save for the character design (incidentals excluded). Also, I have fallen head-over-heels in love with practically every Adventure Time title card, the creepy ones in particular ("The Duke" is probably my favorite as far as creepy goes)! I've only seen the pilot and one ep, but coming across those gorgeous cards has catapulted this series to the top of my MUST-SEE list.

... I really do miss 2D. But maybe more on that later.

Hi, everyone. Hi, dw. Hi, 2012. Let's see how this works out.