A nasty little surprise…

I’m sorry to the two of you (and I’m being very generous with myself assuming there are even two of you) that read this, I quite simply haven’t had all that much to share lately. Until now, that is…

So, last week I found a number of transactions on my online bank statement that weren’t mine, close to $1000 worth. As you would assume, I panicked and called the bank and they put a block on my card, but as you would know if you’ve ever been the victim of credit card fraud, there isn’t a whole lot the bank can do until these transactions are actually visible on your statement. So, so begins the fun task of seeing just where this douche is spending my money. Lets say, I was not amused.

This arsehole dropped nearly $300 on fucking Minecraft! $500 on some sort of theme park package, and the last couple of hundred went on a Chinese joke shop and porn! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this little twerp is fifteen years old! Which brings me around to my observation; I’m more pissed off about where my money is going rather than the fact that it was stolen in the first place! Is that weird? I’m borderline offended with what this kid is doing with my money! God, if you’re going to rob me at least make it interesting! Buy and international plane ticket and hop the country or something!

Either way, the bank seemed confident I’d get the money back, but I’d love to meet this person, if only to ask ‘why’. Of all the things you could buy with money that isn’t your own, why fricking Minecraft? Maybe, because I don’t play Minecraft myself, I’m missing the appeal, but of all the things you could do… Minecraft. And theme parks. And jokes. And porn. Yep. He’s definitely a teenager.

 

Let’s talk Pokemon!

I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but it has been mine since its beginnings when I was seven years old. One jungle booster pack (had a Wigglytuff on the front!) with a holographic Scyther and a copy of Pokemon Blue and I’ve been hooked ever since. I love the games and have at least one from each generation, I have all the DVD’s and am positively overwhelmed with excitement for Pokemon; Origins, I collect the cards mostly because I like the pictures and the thrill of a holo card, not because I play, I have many plushies lining my shelves and credit the fantastic Pokemon patterns of Wolfdreamer as the main reason I started crocheting. Point is, hear I am, 16 years later, and I’m just as in love with it as I was when I was little.

Honestly, it took me a very long time to be OK with liking Pokemon so much. In primary school it didn’t matter; everyone loved it (and one sick sonofabitch had a holo Charizard and the audacity to cover in a plastic case and bring it to school to brandish at the other kids) and it was cool if you liked it. No one judged anyone for it because at the time it was brand new and my God, it was awesome!

Now, when I was thirteen and about to start high school for the first time, I remember I was playing through Pokemon Ruby the night before and for some reason the idea that I loved it so much sort of got to me. I never stopped playing, but it became almost a guilty pleasure. Throughout my time at high school, I never once mentioned that I liked the games so much or that I loved the anime or ever really revealed that I had any nerdy or geeky tendencies because, well, it was high school! I wanted to be liked but in the end, it didn’t really matter as I came out the other end with hardly any friends, but that’s another story for another day…

Anyway, it’s only a very recent development that I can freely admit that I love Pokemon. I have taken my various Gameboys, DS’s and 3DS in public and played the games without any fear of being attacked because it seems like almost the entire fanbase is my age now anyway, I have worn Pokemon tees in public and sometimes they garner comments about how cool they are, I happily buy the plushies and all round, I simply don’t care anymore and I think it took pretending to be something completely different to what I am in school to make me realise that you shouldn’t give a fuck what others think, and I certainly don’t know why I did. At the end of year 8 I sat with a group of girls at lunch, none of whom I liked very much and I don’t think they liked me either. Nothing should have stopped me then from standing up and saying ‘fuck you all, I’m playing some Pokemon Ruby’ and walking away. I certainly think now I would have been happier that way but whatever, I can’t change that now.

I got Pokemon X the other day and I was just as excited then as I was when I first got Blue. It has been such a big part of my childhood that I just cannot shake now, not that I want to. But I stood in line on launch day with some people my age, and some little kids with their parents and it was really cool. There’s a new breed of Pokemon fans and there might even be a resurgence like what I saw when I was a kid which I absolutely love. I even talked to the kids in line about what starters they were getting and the best part was they all thought I was the absolute bomb for my frightening wealth of Pokemon knowledge (though I still can’t get the hang of EV’s and IV’s…).

I guess the point of this post is, if you’re like me and 23, still loving Pokemon, who gives a shit what others think? Be yourself, be a nerd, be a geek, be the very best like no one ever was, just don’t pretend you’re something your not 🙂 End post.

Because fluff my education, that’s why!

I have an essay due today. Or, to be more specific, a draft essay due today. I have to drop 1000 words on the subject popular media creating unrealistic perceptions of female beauty and if I’m being totally honest, I cannot be arsed doing it. For one thing, only 1000 words?  It’s a very rich subject area, one most opinionated females could drop upwards of 5000 words on, it hardly seems worth it if I can’t make my argument in a way that I’d like without being docked marks for going over the word limit! Instead I’m sitting here in the (almost) dark wondering whether or not I should clean out my wardrobe. Still haven’t decided yet, instead I wrote another little fan fic and posted it. I don’t know why I’m not saying what it is; if you followed the link from my fan fic profile you know it’s Pokemon stuff anyway! Now I’m debating with myself if I should stop writing the pairing I normally write or keep writing PokeShipping, which was what I wrote today, and it got WAY more reviews and views and likes and such than any of my EgoShipping stuff… I’m certainly going to fail this course… I don’t know why but lately not a single fuck has been given as to the state of my education. If I plan to study creative writing then isn’t my writing fan fiction way more productive than some silly undersized essay anyway? Meh, what does it matter? I came on here instead too!

I’ll have something more productive to say another day, I’m not feeling as witty as I normally do, so excuse this silly post. I just feel obligated to post on here at least somewhat often, even if it is mainly for my own benefit. Anyhoo, good days to anyone who reads this, those of you who are are… odd, reading this newbie blog, but awesome! It’s flattering and lovely to think anyone’s even glancing this way 🙂

Why do I watch anime when I do nothing but pick?

I’m not by any stretch a connoisseur of anime. I like what I like and that’s about it. One I did get really into, and by ‘into’ I mean I watched and bought the anime and subsequently the manga, was Cardcaptor Sakura. Sure, I’m 23 and I think it’s aimed at 10 year olds but I love it! I remember watching it when I was 10, but that was the god-awful dub that aired on Cartoon Network. Long since I’ve watched it undubbed and loved it, watching it over again right now actually! I love how it seems like a kids show but there’s so much else to it, it’s really quite a deep and nuanced program, if a little sickly sweet in the process of coming to such grandiose and heartfelt conclusions!

Anyway… as I said, I’ve been watching it again and I know it’s likely the case with most animes, but the characters are 10 and if we look at the proportionally they’re probably around six feet tall. But if kids are tall and long legged, then what the hell does it make the adults?! The kids barely come up to any adult characters elbow! I watch anime and all I can think of is The Tallest from ‘Invader Zim’! It’s such a little (or over nine foot…) thing but it bugs me, and I’m not sure why… maybe it’s because I don’t watch CCS to think about the Irkan Invasion…

Want to know a dirty little secret?

I write fan fiction. Yes, cue the jeers and the taunts, I don’t care. I love writing it. It’s the perfect writing practice. I don’t have to worry about establishing characters or a setting, I just focus on the plot and actually writing the story. If you’re a fledgling, aspiring writer then I cannot recommend writing a fan fic enough. You get a good gauge on just how you are as a writer and most sites have a very solid followings so there’s always someone to let you know how you’re doing.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that the stigma associated with fan fiction is crap. True, if you go looking for it you will find a lot of sex. An unholy amount of sex actually, in every conceivable fandom, position, pairing, sexual orientation, group sex, solo sex, kinky sex, BDSM, seriously, whatever floats your boat, it’s out there! But some authors on these sites are brilliant; in all honesty if some of these authors applied themselves to original work then they could certainly be successful, published authors in their own right. I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed for reading the occasional piece. Especially if you’re like me and thought the epilogue to the ‘Harry Potter’ series was bull shit. I know the story wasn’t a romance but seriously, pairing Hermione with Ron at the end was a questionable decision at best. And I’m still pretty angry about Sirius and Remus dying. That was gay too. Fan fiction allows you to explore how the series might have progressed with some minor changes. Hermione is with Draco now and there’s some solid Weasley bashing in the background? A tired, contrived and overused plot but still awesome to read if it’s written well! Sirius is brought back from the veil? Yes, please!

I’m rather liking having this blog. I’ve never told a soul I write fan fiction. I’m too worried I’ll get a response like “Oh, like ‘Fifty Shades’? I loved that series! That was a fan fic too!” and I’ll have to say “No! Not like fucking ‘Fifty Shades’! My 100 word drabbles are better than the entire fucking trilogy!” and I just don’t think that’ll end well, especially with my own mother being so into those books…

An odd post but something to keep in mind 😉

Well… here I am…

This morning I woke up and decided to make a blog.

Admittedly this has been on my mind for a while now but for some reason the fancy never struck quite as strong as it did this morning so… here I am! Be kind, would you?

I do a lot of stuff. Among other things I read, I write, I sew, I crochet, I knit, I game. Whatever I deem worthy I shall share with those (few) who might be interested. If you’re here, reading this rather lackluster first post I thank you and ask that you stick around for at least a little while. I might surprise you. Probably not, but maybe.