A Thought

Feb. 22nd, 2011 10:28 am
pikestaff: (Devious Snaps)
One of the things I really liked about working at PetSmart was that I took on the role of an expert as part of my job description. With few exceptions, people came in not knowing a THING about fish or reptiles or whatever, and I'd get them all set up and attempt to teach as I went along. I was good at it and I enjoyed being an expert.

At my new job, working in the hardware/home improvement business, I find myself in the awkward opposite position of my customers coming in and, generally, knowing more than I do. These are people who have been doing their job for decades and they come in and ask me questions that I don't even begin to know how to answer. It's been tough to adjust to.

But yesterday some guy came in and had no idea what he was talking about and I was able to play the expert again and for those fleeting three minutes it felt really good. Even if we were just talking about freaking socket wrenches.

I miss being the expert.


Jan. 9th, 2011 06:11 pm
pikestaff: (Time Mage)
Everybody here gives me funny looks when they find out I have a college degree. Not that I go out of my way to bring it up, but it has this tendency to pop up even when I don't particularly want it to.


Them: "So are you going to school?"
Me: "No."
Them: "Do you plan on it?"
Me: "I already graduated."
Them: "...from college?"
Me: "Yeah."
Them: "..."

Then come the optional but always probing questions. Sometimes people will ask where I went, and upon finding out I went to an actual university and not just a community college, always show some sign of shock. Others ask what I majored in.

Then the awkward silences happen. Every freakin' time. Seriously. Sometimes people will break the silence by coming right out and asking questions like "Why did you major in that" or "Why do you work at a hardware store" or "Are you in debt? How are you paying for your student loans?" (Yes, people have seriously asked me those questions.)

I'm not sure why this happens. I mean, sure, in Bozeman I would get the occasional "useless major LOL" ribbing, but by and large it was a college town and everyone was sympathetic to the fact that the economy decided to tank a few months after I graduated.

Here, most of the people I've talked to lean toward going to the local community school to study something like "secretarial office support", if they even go to school at all. And you know what, I am 100% not trying to diss that. I mean, heck, if I had a choice I'd go to trade school in a second, in watch repair or whatnot.

But it seems to have had this weird side effect of making it so my kind are rare, us Kids With Artsy-Fartsy Bachelor's Degrees stuck in a post-recession world. We're like a novelty to point at and shake one's head at. You'd think we wouldn't be all that rare, but to be fair, I did kind of move to the middle of nowhere. I probably wouldn't be running into this problem if I was closer to Seattle. So ultimately I guess people's responses are understandable.

Still awkward, though. Oh, how I dread having to answer the School Question. u_u


Jan. 5th, 2011 09:51 pm
pikestaff: (Giddy Snaps)
I like kids.

Not because they're cute and innocent-- but because they're the exact opposite. They're also loads more intelligent than a lot of folks give them credit for.

But I'm terrible at taking care of kids and I have no doubt I'd make a terrible parent. I think it's because I relate to kids on their level a little too much. I've recently had some opportunities to interact with young kids, and it's really hit home for me. I'm that person who distracts kids with much more interesting topics when I should be getting them to pay attention to whatever-they-should-be-paying-attention-to. I'm that bad example who says "Huh, I dunno... let's go find out," when a kid asks me what's in that off-limits place that everyone should be avoiding. I don't tell kids to sit down in their chair and be quiet. That just seems awkward and bizarre to me. Instead, I show them the mesmerizing beauty of my skeleton watch, and then top it off by showing them how to tell time. That works loads better at getting a kid to be quiet than telling them to sit in their chair does, in my experience.

I dunno if I'm ever going to have my own kids. But if this author gig works out, then I know I'll be writing primarily for kids and young adults, and that's quite a responsibility.

Hopefully, I'll do young, inquisitive minds justice.


Dec. 30th, 2010 06:56 pm
pikestaff: (Profferlink - Thinking)
Knowing that my book is in the hands of a potential publisher is a very odd feeling. It's not really nerve-wracking (well, it is a bit, obviously,) so much as... well, I find myself wondering if this is what it feels like to be a parent when your kid has just gone off to college or gotten married or something. It's out of my hands now; it's up to my characters to prove themselves. You know?

I'm also trying not to get my hopes up about the whole situation. I would rather be pleasantly surprised than disappointed.
pikestaff: (Profferlink - Thinking)
I see connections between systems.

That probably doesn't make sense. Which is fine. Let's just say I seem to be living in a world where people make everything into a weird lifeboat situation and I just don't see things that way.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else out there is like me.


Okay, so that was enigmatic, and I apologize. This post was going to be a lot longer but I wasn't satisfied so I cut most of it.

~*~*mysterious mysteries*~*~
pikestaff: (Giddy Snaps)
I don't read very often.

There, I said it!

When I was a kid, things were different, of course. I was the world's biggest bookworm ever. I devoured books like candy. Like Skittles. I have memories of sitting on my bed with a pile of about ten books in front of me and going through and reading a chapter in one book and then moving on to the next and then to the next and on and on, all day.

But as time went on I was reading less and less and by the time I was in high school I was down to probably two or three books a year, max, and most of them were books I'd already read before. These days it's probably even less.

Since then, I have tried to make various valiant attempts to get back into reading, although usually these aren't very successful.

I'm not really sure why I stopped reading. "Busy" seems like a lame excuse since I'm really only working 36 hours a week. "Video games" aren't a good excuse, either, since I've always played those-- I've been gaming as long as I've been reading. The only thing I can think of is that I would rather spend time "creating" than "consuming", but I find that conclusion to be rather unsatisfactory, firstly because it sounds pretentious and secondly because it makes it sound like reading is a Bad Thing, which it's obviously not.

Regardless of the reason, I always feel kind of bad about not really being a Reader. Sometimes I try to pretend to be one, in order to keep up with all my super well-read Literary Peers, but who am I kidding? Books simply aren't as important to my life as they once were. Which makes me feel pretty terrible! =X

Anyways, as a sort of sideline to this, I really want one of those newfangled e-reader things. I think what would happen is that I would become positively enamored with said device (as I tend to get over small electronic/mechanical things that I find particularly clever), and then I would read A TON just as an excuse to use the thing. I dunno if I can justify $200 on one, though. Especially since I'm supposed to be using this time at my parents' to, you know, actually pay off all my bills.

Decisions, decisions...
pikestaff: (Moogle Plushie)
I am not a particularly patriotic person. I think it's largely because of this whole internet/connected culture that we have going on. National boundaries dissolve when you have friends all over the world. With these dissolved boundaries come new internet based subcultures. No longer do we define ourselves as American or [insert country here], but by some hobby that we partake of or care about.

It is also, I think, because the U.S. is so big and diverse. Here in Montana I feel very little kinship with someone from, say, southern California or something. This is perhaps why, if I feel any sort of location-based loyalty, it is inevitably to my town or state. My world is one of mountains and big fields and snow eight months out of the year, and having to drive a hundred miles to get anywhere useful. A world where cowboys and artists and paleontologists rub shoulders as they pass the 150-year-old buildings on Main Street. The last stop tourists make before they go to Yellowstone National Park. But it's my home, and anywhere outside of it might as well be a foreign country.

ALL OF THAT SAID, I still really appreciate the sacrifices and hard work that went into making this country what it is. We're not perfect, but we're sure as heck better off than a lot of other places out there, and I think it would be remiss of me to not acknowledge that.

Also I still think that American History, up until about the mid 20th century or so, is one of the most fascinating things ever. <3

Mood for this post is Thoughtful. Be sure to mark this down on your Pike Bingo Card!

(You can probably mark down the "fangirling over various historical figures/events" on your Pike Bingo Card as well)

So, Avatar.

May. 2nd, 2010 09:27 pm
pikestaff: (Giddy Snaps)
1.) Was better than I was expecting, primarily because while it did retread "old ground" plot/character wise-- enough that my dad could show up part-way through, ask what was happening so far, and be content with my mom's "It's Dances With Wolves" answer-- it did so in an interesting enough way that it keeps your attention throughout. Plus, I never really had the phobia of cliché plots/characters that a lot of other people seem to have. I mean, if something is cliché or a trope or whatever, then it's probably cliché for a reason (aka, people love to hear the story and/or the story needs to be told), and I don't have a problem with that. That's storytelling, folks!

2.) The special effects were shiny but I honestly liked the giant robot walker things more than any of the Pandora!shiny. But, that's probably just Pike being Pike. >_>

3.) "Jurassic Park" vibes turned into "Aliens" vibes turned into "World of Warcraft" vibes, which promptly turned into the realization that you could easily make a case for the movie being some sort of commentary on MMOs. I mean, let's face it: the guy's life sucks, so he dons a personal "avatar" costume that is a hundred times cooler than he is IRL, and he gets to fly around on epic mounts-- including the raredrop mount that everyone oohs and aahs over-- so obviously he wants to spend all his time in this alternate world. "Can't eat now, boss, I've got a raid!" The "virtual" universe is cool and exciting and you get to be a hero after you've honed your skills and farmed your rep, and the guy's dream is to be a part of the world for real. You know how many nerds have had this dream at some point? (Afterwards I realized that [livejournal.com profile] subsidaryforge made a similar analysis some months ago.)

4.) I freaking love Sigourney Weaver.

5.) I really really like the way the Na'vi were done with the mobile ears and tail. It gave them a very cartoon-like feel while still being realistic. This is one of the big reasons why I draw furries: expression. Ears and tails are very expressive. Animators figured this out a hundred years ago (and comic artists even before that) and it's where all those cartoon animals came from. I like that the movie utilized this to full effect. Frankly it really got me thinking about my "Windshifter" characters, which I always visualized as more cartoony... but the more I think about it, the more I think they could be done Avatar-style-- aka, more human, while still retaining some animal-ness-- and that it would work very well. I think I am going to have to play with this.

So yeah overall it was worth the watch.
pikestaff: (Eve and Wall-E)
I was fascinated by machines when I was a kid.

Now most people who start a story with a sentence like that probably go on to talk about how they used to pull everything apart and look inside to see how it worked. I didn't, however. Not because I wasn't curious-- since I was-- but because to pull something apart like that would be horribly wrong. Like vivisecting a live creature. Of course I wouldn't do that!

See, I had this odd deep-seated belief that even mechanical or electronic things were alive somehow. I'm not sure where this belief came from or if it was inspired by "Brave Little Toaster" or what, but it was always there. I have memories of being in elementary school and being given a giant floppy disk, as part of a presentation by a woman who worked with computers. Now, I saw floppy disks every day, of course, thanks to our Commodore 64, but these ones were jumbo-sized and I was quite fascinated with it.

Then the woman who was making the presentation told us to open up the disk case and pull out the tender storage inside so we could look at it, and I was absolutely horrified. How could I profane such an exquisite creation? The kids around me were ripping into their own floppy disks with devious glee, and I felt terribly out of place, so finally I very carefully undid the case and pulled out the inside. I was very gentle with it and I think I was the only kid in the classroom that put it back when I was done. (Some of the other kids were crinkling theirs up and laughing; I couldn't watch, it was murder.)

I knew this odd little "belief" of mine was very unusual. It first of all defied all common logic, and second of all was not something they'd taught me in church, and so because it failed those two tests I figured I was weird for thinking all of this and told nobody about it, save one or two good friends from school. Thinking back on this I find this peculiar because as an elementary-school-age kid I thought nothing of telling people exactly what I believed. This was different, though.

This feeling manifested itself in another way: seeing old, broken down machinery spooked me, like seeing a corpse. Anytime I saw some old and decrepit machine in a book or movie it would honestly send shivers up my spine. Because those machines had been alive and were now dead, and it unsettled me.

Again, though, I always thought this reaction of mine was very unusual and I never told anyone about it.

Over time the feelings evolved and turned into a sort of general fascination with robots and androids, those creatures that really did personify what I'd felt all along-- that there was a soul inside the machine.

Now, of course, there isn't really. As far as I know, anyway. But I do think that there is a sort of link that can be forged between human and machine, one that we often take for granted but that I find to be invaluable.

When I worked at the Photo Lab at Target, you were constantly in an intricate dance with machines. There was the machine that developed the negatives for you, there was the machine hooked up to a computer that scanned the negatives in, and then there was the machine that actually printed the pictures. These machines were incredibly complicated. I say this as somebody who took a darkroom photography class where it took roughly an hour to do what these machines could do-- one hundred fold-- in fifteen minutes. And there was a mutual dependency. The machine couldn't print those pictures all by itself, without you telling it what paper to put it on or cropping photos or keeping the chemicals topped off or keeping the paper full. And likewise, you couldn't develop hundreds of pictures in an hour by yourself.

The photoprocessing machine had idiosyncrasies and a personality and I got to know it very well. I could tell how far along it was in the printing process simply by the sounds it made. Those same sounds could tell me if it was almost out of paper. I'd have the next roll of paper out and ready to load a few seconds before the "Load Paper" warning would pop up on the screen. Things went wrong, sometimes, as they did with any complicated device, but I knew how to fix them. Yes, I knew that machine very well. When I left Target I'm pretty sure I missed that machine more than I did any of my co-workers. I still miss it, sometimes.

My first car always had issues. I spent more money fixing it than I did originally buying it. Aside from the chronic engine/transmission problems, there was also the way the LCD odometer would reset itself to zero every eight miles and the seatbelt warning bell would start binging (also every eight miles), unless you happened to be going very straight and at a constant speed, on a freeway or something.

I won't forget the weird feeling I had, though, when it was about to give up the ghost for good. I was driving along that autumn day and I could tell that something wasn't right. That my car was giving me the last of what it had. I can't describe how I could tell this. I don't know if it was a difference in the way the car handled or drove or if it was the sounds it was making, or what. But I knew it was dying. Two days later... it did.

Because there's a connection that is forged there. If you spend a good amount of time each day, every day, with someone, you'll make a connection and reach a sort of mutual relationship. And it doesn't matter if that someone is a person, or an animal, or a "thing".

And ultimately, I think that's sort of one of the things I'm really going for with the book I'm writing.

"And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul..."


Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:00 am
pikestaff: (Default)
I'm feeling optimistic about the new year. But I sorta feel bad feeling that way.

Yesterday was, for all intents and purposes, a good day. I helped some people identify a "mystery fish" that they'd been wondering about for years and that nobody at any other pet stores could identify (which strikes me as odd, because killifish are pretty common fish, but hey!) I helped another lady out who was trying to make bunny treats for a service project using a technique that I've used many times for making guinea pig treats and the fact that I could help her so specifically just tickled her pink.

A coworker said she would give me her ten-gallon fish tank so I don't have to buy one. (Because frankly, a five-gallon is just too limiting)

I treated myself to two cherry barbs so Wilson can have some company, and they are beautiful. <3

And much more bright red than they appear in the picture.

I drew a picture that I'm rather proud of.

And yet my family possibly has less money than I do (which is disturbing) and I got a cryptic e-mail from Nick that doesn't say very much but seems to imply something very bad, like getting evicted.

I feel helpless...

...but yesterday was still a good day, and 2009 was still a great year. I dunno. I kind of feel bad being optimistic.
pikestaff: (March Hare)
So I was reading this thing the other day on a news site and I was surprised to see a headline that was like "THE DECADE FROM HELL IS ALMOST OVER."

I clicked on it and it had this whole tirade about "This was the decade of 9/11 and the 'war on terror' and the worst recession in 70 years, etc. The worst decade ever!"

And I gotta say, it honestly surprised me. I mean yeah, 9/11 sucked, but other than that am I the only person who thought this decade was pretty good? The Rise of the Internet. Ten years ago we had Hotmail, Geocities, Altavista, and ICQ. And most people were using Windows 95 or maybe Windows 98. We've come a heck of a long ways.

Or is it just me? >_> Like maybe if I'd lived during the 1930s I'd be that person saying "THIS DECADE ROCKED, 'THE WIZARD OF OZ' CAME OUT YOU GUYS. AND 'GONE WITH THE WIND'."
pikestaff: (Clockwork Hare)
Seriously considering making another blog. This one would be a "personal-ish" blog, sort of like LJ but with less random YouTube movies and more article-type stuff.

I sort of tried doing that with LJ but see, as much as I love LJ and am not gonna stop using it anytime soon, it's good as a social networking tool and not so much as a real blogging tool. (Primarily, the whole "You need an LJ account to comment or it's gonna be anonymous!" thing rather bothers me.)

Of course, said blog would have to be self-hosted because I'm spoiled by Aspect of the Hare, but self-hosting is also expensive. So I'm in a quandary and am looking at my options. And am putting them here for personal reference! Whee!

OPTION 1: Just turn Aspect of the Hare into a non-WoW-exclusive blog.
Reasoning: Frankly at this point I dunno how much longer I'm gonna be playing WoW anyway so...
Pros: Already have the a self-hosted intarwebs space and Wordpress set up on it. Super easy to just buy a new domain name and point it at what is currently aspectofthehare.net. Built-in "google base" (that one is not a huge deal but it's sort of a perk)
Cons: Transitioning it from WoW to not-WoW might be difficult and I don't know when would be a good time to go about doing it, especially since my interest in the game seems to fluctuate so much. May not happen for a while. Will probably get a ton of hits from people looking for WoW junk. May cause conflicts in the future if, say, I started playing WoW again and suddenly wanted a WoW blog again.

OPTION 2: Just get a new freakin' blog
Reasoning: Starting from scratch is kinda nice. Luxury of having two blogs at once.
Pros: See "Reasoning". Also, could start immediately, regardless of WoW status.
Cons: Pricey. (That's the big one). It would feel sorta silly if I stopped playing WoW and had AotH sitting around and wasn't doing anything with it.

OPTION 3: Make a new blog that is sort of a subsection on my existing blog. (example: http://aspectofthehare.net/newblog )
Pros/Reasoning: Sorta the best of both worlds.
Cons: Kinda feels like a cop-out somehow. No idea how complicated/time-consuming it would be to set it up. Not sure if you could point a new domain name at that (haha, Pike's still a web noob)

oooorrr I guess

OPTION 4: Wordpress.com
Pros: Free, easy
Cons: Lack of customization. And I'm stubborn. Also knowing me, if it took off I'd wanna move it to self-hosting at some point anyway, so may as well eliminate the middleman.

Hrmm =S Ideas and suggestions would be nice, though I also wouldn't blame you if you didn't read this, so...
pikestaff: (Pike Bot)
Reno the Guinea Pig is resting in my parents' backyard, in a little shoebox bed with a tissue blanket that I made for him, underneath a little statue of an angel in a swing. It seems fitting.

Vincent the Guinea Pig seems to be adapting to the loss of his friend relatively well-- the night that it happened, I left the body in there alone with him for a few minutes because it seemed appropriate; they've been together for so long. He just sort of sniffed it and then he lay next to it and when I came back into the room you could see the whites in his eyes, which you never see on guinea pigs. I dunno, maybe I was just anthropomorphizing it all, but it was really heartwrenching.

Anyways I have been spoiling him rotten ever sense because I think it may help him get "over it", and I think he's doing well, I haven't noticed a loss of appetite or anything. He's hiding in his igloo a lot more than he did before but I sort of think it's because Reno was the clear Alpha Guinea Pig and always had the igloo, and Vinny is taking advantage of it being empty... >_>

Vinny turns it around so the entry faces the wall, though, which is interesting. Guinea pigs have such distinct personalities, moreso than most people realize.

Anyways I'm trying to decide whether or not I want a new guinea pig. A part of me thinks that just one guinea pig is sad-- "Always two there are, a master and an apprentice"-- but I dunno. I have this whole guilt complex over not having the money for vet bills, and feeling bad about having to keep them cooped up indoors because I'm not supposed to have them in this apartment complex so I feel like I have to hide them and can't take them outside or anything-- I don't know if I should have another guinea pig.

There was a guinea pig at work a couple days ago that looked Just. Like. Reno. Except he was still a baby. For the record, we get in ones that are pure red like Reno like... twice a year, max. I wanted him so badly, but I think it was really just my subconscious trying to get a New Reno. So I held off. He is gone now; I hope he went to a good home.


In other news, my boyfriend now is not only internet-less, but phone-less as well. I haven't had any sort of communication with him for four or five days now. Dunno how long it's gonna last. I'm doing fine "alone" but I worry for him and his financial situation. I know he's gone weeks at a time eating nothing but one bowl of oatmeal a day. And I know he's gone cold winters with no heat cause he can't afford it. And I also know he won't accept any help except from his parents in an emergency, and his parents aren't doing well either at the moment, from what I can understand.

I mean, not to say that I could help much either, because I probably couldn't really, but I dunno. At least I have food and power and internet and a phone =/

Dang, so that turned into a more melancholy LJ entry than it was supposed to. Sowwies. =( I will write something happy next time~
pikestaff: (I <3 Linux)
I'm rather proud of using Linux and I talk frequently about it, and although I do not proselytize it (at least, I don't think I do?), my enthusiasm for it seems to make other people want to try it too. This is great, except for the side-effect that 90% of people who are inspired by me to use Linux end up having some sort of horrible experience with it. Often they come to me for questions, (this happened just yesterday in fact, with a good friend of mine), and though I help as much as I can, I often can't.

The thing is, Linux is basically a box of Legos when what most people want is the already built toy. It's really hard to pin down problems and help people out with them, especially when said people are on the other end of the country.

I managed to obtain a very nicely working Linux box with a combination of luck (my hardware happens to all work very well with it) and the sheer determination of being willing to spend two weeks literally living on Google and Linux forums. And of course, now, several years down the road, we've reached this point where using anything that isn't Linux is very awkward for me because I've grown so accustomed to Linux's little nuances. But yeah, the issue is that then I talk about how much I love it, and other people try it themselves, and other people typically end up having a negative reaction.

I'm not quite sure what to do about this really. I posed this question to Nick yesterday, asking him if maybe I should just stop talking about how much I love Linux. He said no, I should keep talking about it, because inspiring people to try new things and get people out of their comfort zone for at least a bit is usually always a positive thing. He has a point.

But I dunno. I just feel bad that the number of people who have come to hate Linux because of me is probably higher than the opposite and more preferable outcome o_o;;

Different strokes for different folks...


Jun. 10th, 2009 10:41 pm
pikestaff: (Jedi Pooh)
So it looks like I am officially going to be getting a part-time job for my parents (they will, ironically, pay me more than PetSmart does, although the available hours are much more limited.)

That means I'll be holding down two jobs, doing roughly $40ish worth of art commissions a week (if how business with that is going so far keeps up... which I think it will, at least for a while), as well as trying to maintain quality at my blog and play the video game that powers my blog writing.

I have actually been finding all of this rather exhilarating so far; exhausting, but very interesting none-the-less. I don't mind all the work as much as I thought I would, especially because I've found myself making time for short breaks that let me do things like, ya know, spam your guys' LJ flist. *cough*

The main problem is that between my schedule, and the fact that Nick's seems to completely 100% clash with mine, I don't see him anymore. I literally haven't seen him for more than ten minutes a day in well over a week now, and I'm not exaggerating. Seeing as we used to talk pretty much nonstop throughout the day, it's kind of a big change. I think this is harder for him than it is for me-- I've always been more of the lone wolf in the relationship-- and the fact that I am worried about "us time" much more for his sake than I am for mine sort of makes me wonder about how the whole relationship is even working at this point (I mean, me wanting to spend time with him to make him happy more than to make myself happy? Does that make me a good or bad girlfriend?) ... it's sort of confusing, really... =/ (My long-standing paranoia and deep-seated fear that I'm somehow not a relationship-kind of person, but ended up in a pretty serious relationship which still scares me to death after all these years, is not helping here.)

Aaaanyways, all I know is that I am extremely lucky to have the opportunities that I do; the fact that apparently a lot of people are willing to pay me to use my talents and the fact that 900 people a day want to read my World of Warcraft stories, which still weirds me out... it seems that in order to become an adult, I had to become a kid again and pull out the video games and crayons. Go figure.
pikestaff: (Default)
Today I put a donation button on my blog. Twelve hours later and I've already received three donations. My art commissions aren't up yet so these are just people helping me out, because of the goodness of their hearts. Now one of those people was the ever so awesometacular [livejournal.com profile] azuhuxley_daioh who I <3 muchly, but the other two people, gosh, I've never met 'em. It's very touching to me. <3 The human race is, at its core, Very Good, I think.

In semi-related news, myself and a bunch of fellow WoW bloggers who are unable to attend BlizzCon are planning something devious: TwizzCon! A portmanteau of Twitter (our main haunting grounds) and BlizzCon, and it is going to involve everyone downloading the BlizzCon live stream, getting on some Ventrilo server somewhere, and going fracking MST3K on everything. Totally going to ask work off for it. I am super excited. I love this crazy community that is collectively best known as "Blog Azeroth" (or maybe more appropriately, the Twitterati) xD

<---- doooork.

I am going to be "officially" opening art commissions soon, now that I've hinted that it's coming on my site. I'm really nervous about it. I've already gotten an e-mail from Mania at Petopia aka only the BIGGEST HUNTER PET COMPENDIUM ON THE INTERWEBS about an art request. Sooo nervous. By the way if anybody has any details on the mechanics on how you actually go about it all (do you just like... send the buyer to a PayPal page and then you e-mail them the art once you get it? Or is there some automated way to do it? I've no clue) then any advice would be lurvely! xD
pikestaff: (Eve and Wall-E)
Honestly I think one of my favorite things about Star Trek is that it has long since made the jump from a "story" to a "myth", and the new movie really cemented it to me. Kirk isn't a character. He is a culmination of all the strengths and weaknesses of humanity and everything most of us, deep inside, still really want to be when we grow up, packaged into one mythological figure.

I heard a criticism of the movie that you never really feel like Kirk is ever in danger. Well of course not; he's Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He's Robin Hood, Pecos Bill, Br'er Rabbit. He is a modern day folk hero and the crew of the Enterprise are his Argonauts. And that is what makes the film, and the franchise as a whole, so very, very satisfying on some deep connecting level.

Oh, and young Spock is hot.


Apr. 22nd, 2009 03:20 pm
pikestaff: (Gir Mage)
"When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong-- or absolutely right."
- Albert Guinon
pikestaff: (Pandaren)
I'm feeling really unsatisfied with my blogging lately. I feel like I keep falling short. I don't know why, really. By all intents and purposes my blog is this crazy success that I didn't see coming. 153,000 pageviews for something I made so I wouldn't have to spam your Friends' List with my WoW crap, dear LJ readers.

But I feel like none of my entries lately are very good and I feel like I have this really high bar, of sorts, that I need to meet, and that I'm not meeting.

It doesn't help that as of a couple days ago Nick literally works for WoW Insider. Yes, he is getting paid now to write weekly stuff about warlocks. Which is awesome and I'm proud of him but see, they were hiring hunter bloggers too. And they sent Nick an e-mail asking him if he wanted a job, he who didn't start blogging until like last month, literally. And they didn't send me any sort of offer. And I'm not gonna lie and say it doesn't bug me. Cause it does >_< Not on a silly e-fame level either. More like on a... "and-I-thought-I-was-on-to-something" level. A "what is he doing right that I am not doing" level. A self-doubt level.

I shouldn't feel like this and I don't want to feel like this. But, I do, so there ya go. =/
pikestaff: (Trenchcoat Pikestaff)
Got massively linked to on WoWInsider today. It's not even the about-me-profile thing yet, but it was still like "Oh this post, yeah go read it, at this blog, oh don't forget to click here".

At this point I am about 99% convinced that this whole blog thing is a gigantic plot from the powers-on-high to slowly pull me out of my comfort zone. See, I'm am basically the most non-committal, conflict-avoiding, passive, selfdeprecating, and just plain shy person like... ever. I don't think that can be easily picked up on-- if it can be picked up on at all-- from my writing, because I've always been a pretty confident writer. But when this kind of massive in-link stuff happens, as genuninely flattering as it is, it always turns me into this giant bundle of nerves who wants to not leave her house... er, home page. Because there is the possibility that she might have to confront people. And not just her friends or the people that she is used to.

The unknown.

But as scary as it is, I think it must be good thing.


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