There's a neat corset giveaway contest~

On Facebook. Check it out.

http://www.facebook.com/notes/just-hers-boudoir/corset-giveaway/199574720080530

Simple again

People talk about how they wish they could go back to when they were small--the question of Why can't things be as simple as they used to? What they would give for everything to not be so big and grown-up, to not be so bloody complicated.

I understand that. There's nothing about it that doesn't make perfect sense. Hm. I just feel like things weren't that different for me as a child.

I mean, no, I didn't have to worry about meticulous money management, or relationships being more complicated than it seems like they should. But when I was a kid, I still caught a glimpse of the number on my private school tuition check and wondered at the height of it, and I still had to deal with peers giving me hell with, "Well, if he's not your BOYfriend, then what IS he?"

And...I get that the real point of the original question is not that the basic issues were not there, it's just that they were not as complex, or didn't have the same Real Life weight.

But to me, at least, as a child, there was no difference. I was a happy kid, don't get me wrong, but I took the goings on in my life very seriously--and really I don't feel much more perplexed by my complicated issues now than I did by my simple ones then. I mean really, where's the separation? It's still finances, and it's still social pressure. I felt extreme feelings then, I feel serious feelings now.

So...things are OK.

Abrazo

"Wow, you like Star Wars too?!"

I'm a nerd. Proud one, in fact. I like gadgets, grammar, webcomics, Stumble (stumbleupon.com), internet memes, geek rock, geology, British accents, science fiction and fantasy literature, DC Vertigo, Neil Gaiman, and Joss Whedon. I play instruments most Americans have never heard of (not that that's saying much), and I look forward to school every week. And I'm rather outgoing.

Therefore, I meet a lot of people with similar interests. Techies, Gaiman fans aplenty, a plethora of Whedon Fans, masters of the oud and mandola, geologists, tongue-clucking grammarians, writers by the boatload, and those who follow every last tweet of our beloved Jonathon Coulton (link). If you hear me, nerd folk, clap your hands say Huzzah.

So after meeting all these people while having all these interests, I often run into one trait that throws me for a loop. That is, when a common nerd meets another nerd such as myself with a common interest...and they are taken aback with amazement.

Like ya do, when I detect a nerd in a social setting and want to reach out to them without offering a high five and shouting "LOLOLOLOL DID YOU HEAR THAT BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER IS MAKING A CAMEO IN EVIL DEAD 7?! One?! Eleven? Eleventy one?"...which by the way is a fallacious falsehood, please sit down. Anyway, if I want to communicate, an attempt at doing so is to make a nerd reference. Like ya do. This is tricky and quite often ends in my sounding stupider than Cool English Teacher (http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1804409) from Collegehumor. Not work safe.

So I understand being at first surprised when a reference is unexpectedly dropped and received like that, and it's not at a con or a theater afterparty. But the utter shock can get a bit ridiculous...

I recently brought up the name "Jonathon Coulton" in front of another student I hadn't really met and were he a tad more acrobatic I believe he would have done a backflip for excitement. But it wasn't just a gladness that there was a shared interest...it was a grand jubilee that someone, SOMEONE in this school of 20,000 knew the name of Jonathon Coulton, arguably the most popular singer/songwriter of the fairly expansive subgenre, Geek Rock...of our time. Still, in the nerdcore world, hats off to MC Frontalot.

In no way am I saying that it's a bad thing that someone said, "Hey, that's really cool, this person likes geek rock too!". It just seems a damn shame how few other people they seem to know who are also familiar to such a large interest. A damn shame it is, and I'm considering taking it upon myself as a swaggering mission to educate the uneducated nerds (not an oxymoron) that there is hope, that they are not the sole individual in their school of 20,000 who knows who Doctor Steel (http://www.myspace.com/drsteel) is, even though there may only be two of us.

Maybe I'm just female.

Abrazo

Abrazo Los Cosmos

Which means, roughly, I Embrace the Universe.

This isn't a claiming to have any kind of real grasp of this big blue world we live in, nor am I claiming to have extraordinary enlightenment. I can barely navigate my own life most of the time. And I think that's the nature of us. And I'm okay with that.

It's a ludicrous claim to assuredly state that I Embrace, Therefore Understand and Absolutely Appreciate Every Last Figurative Pixel Of This World That Exists In Any Form We Can Recognize And Even Beyond That. Nah. I just realized a few months ago that it's my job as an individual, practically my responsibility, to squeeze living into every moment I can manage.

This blog isn't a deep personal one; you won't be hearing about my most desperate hopes, dreams, and fears, nor will you hear my legally given name. I want to share my corner of the cosmos, but not at the exact point where the two walls meet.

So buckle down and see for yourself. This may well be a part of the universe worth embracing.

Comments are welcome.

Abrazo