Kaymyth

... WHAT DID I JUST WATCH *twitch*

I peeked. It's Quiver. And I'm really tempted to make jokes about donkey genetics, but unfortunately all the best ones involve words that the forum doesn't like.

I kinda figured. Usually when I post something creative, you can't resist shooting me a PM. Oh, look! There's a PM in my inbox!

Every time I've ever taken it, I've always landed solidly in INFP. And it fits, so there's that. Though these days, people who know me casually in real life are always shocked to find out that I'm an introvert. I'm an introvert who's really, really good at pretending to be an extrovert, provided I have a chance to recharge my spoons at reasonable intervals.

Without knowing the details, I have no real wisdom to offer. Instead, here's a sleeping corgi puppy:

Yeah, I'm not sure that grunge ever actually reached my high school at all. Most of the kids were too country; they had to have jeans that didn't completely hide their stylish cowboy boots, after all. I...did not fit in well at that school.

I graduated in '95 myself. Like I said, rural schools fall waaaaay behind the times.

A Google Image search revealed to me many images which caused me to snicker mercilessly. I went to a rural high school, which was always about 4-6 years behind the trends. Girls were still tight-rolling jeans when I graduated.

You must. Hyperbole and a Half is amazing. I do miss the days when Allie was updating regularly, but there's enough stuff in there to leave you in hysterical tears of laughter for hours. Oh. I suppose I should ask a question. ... ... So, didja see my cosplay post in Creator's Corner?

There's a reason why the nickname for double iron is "Deader".

Hooray, a happy ending! I found jeans. Multiple pairs. And I didn't have to go to a zillion stores and I even found some shorts. And my jeans wearing the hole? The hole was low enough that I could cut them into shorts. Behold, my trousers have regenerated!

The inseam of my favorite pair of jeans is wearing down and starting to show borderline holes. This is the only pair that I have that fit anywhere remotely close to well. I am of a female body shape that clothing designers do not acknowledge exist, you see. If it fits in the waist, it is ridiculously baggy everywhere else. If it fits in the hips and rear, it cuts into my stomach. Since hip-huggers went out of style, my options for jeans that actually fit me have sunk like a lead weight to the bottom of the ocean. I hate jeans shopping. Haaaaate. Loathe it with the fire of a thousand suns, etc. I'll spend hours poring over stuff, eventually find a couple of styles that might work, and out of a dozen pairs of jeans, find one that might work. Might. If I'm lucky. Even if half of them are supposedly the same style and size. I can sometimes find stuff in the juniors section, but I have to sort through some really juvenile crap and settle for super-thin fabric that wears out quickly. Also, while I look younger than my years, I'm getting to the point where I feel awfully self-concious about shopping in the section that is essentially for teenagers. I have to do it this weekend and I don't want to I don't want to why do I have to do this whyyyyy? (Why don't I just make my own? Haha. Give me a corset pattern, and I'm golden. Precision seams, boning channels, lalala! Throw me a pattern for a pair of pants, and it's instant panic mode. What's this? Waistbands? Rolled seams? Inserting a zipper?! NOOOO!)

Le-sigh. That sounds lovely. There are some major metropolitan areas that have good public transport, but for the most part, they are on the east coast. My area is particularly insane. See, the Kansas City Metro squarely straddles the state line between Missouri and Kansas, and also covers multiple counties. Each state has their own bus system. Kansas's bus system makes no attempt to match up with any of the stops along the state line as Missouri's bus system and vice versa, so making it across the state line takes learning two completely unsychronized bus tables and the likelihood of having to walk a mile between stops. In fact, whenever any piece of any government tries to bring about public support for anything that transits the state line via light rail, it is met with suspicion and fear couched in nobody wants to pay for it. The reality is that there are some really stupid stereotypes about people in the each other's county that means that Certain People don't want those Other People to have easy access to their neighborhoods. And the metro area sprawls - we have patches of forest in the middle of densely populated neighborhoods. We have miles and miles of bike trails that all have wooded areas surrounding them. When I still lived in Kansas City proper, we would occasionally see deer in our backyard because we were so close to one of those trails. The weird upshot of all of this is that we have the most highway lane-miles per capita of any metropolitan area in the U.S. I've long maintained that if random crazy fate ever dropped a billion dollars at my doorstep, I'd start a nonprofit light rail company to make decent public transit a reality in my city.

Well, at least it's a time of year when it's most likely to make him too hot and get disgusted and shave it off. In all seriousness, as a compromise, there is a thing that exists called No-Shave November. A lot of the guys at work like to do it. They do it for a month, they have their fun, and then go back to normal. There are two who do the full-on crazy beard all the time, though, and them I tease about them putting dwarf braids into their beards.

Fashion is really in the eye of the beholder. I must admit, that I am quite glad my husband dislikes facial hair as much as I do. It's not just the scratchy factor when kissing, either; I'm beard-blind. For me, looking at a person with a full beard is like looking at someone with a mask over half their face. I can't lock onto facial features and have more trouble reading their expressions, not to mention the fact that my facial recognition brain insists that I do not know what this person looks like. I have similar issues with things like clown makeup and mascot costumes and the like. The "humanoid person" part does not match up with the "but where is their face?" part. It's a brain processing issue. I have a 5-year-old niece with the same issue but even more pronounced - she is absolutely terrified of people in masks, as well as men with beards.

Also, when someone wants you to do something, but won't come out and ask you. They'll drop hints, and sigh, and wait for you to read their mind and figure out what the heck it is that they want. Or the more mild version, where as a kid, my mom would say, "Do you want to <do thing> for me?" And I knew perfectly well that it was a trick question, and "No" was never an acceptable answer. Sigh. At least she'd usually append it with a please. It's a tough rut to break yourself out of, though, when the entire family runs a huge streak of it. I did a sort of purge and burn of most of those tendencies out of my personality in my early twenties, but it still tries to sneak back and sprout again. It's a lifelong battle.

Public transportation is a joke throughout most of the United States. And not a particularly funny joke.

If you're looking for one-shots to tide you over, Wonderfalls is a strange, obscure, and completely amazing little show. It's only 13 episodes, but they tell a perfect story arc and wrap up with a satisfying conclusion. It's beautiful, funny, and poignant in all the right places. The discs on the DVD set also look like the old viewfinder cell circles. Oh, and it has the actress who plays Kaylee in Firefly on the last several episodes. Also, it has Lee Pace being snarky and slightly doofy. It's an amusing contrast from his more recent roles in The Hobbit and Guardians of the Galaxy.

Nope. Not going back. I have a good life; a job that I (mostly) enjoy, a husband that I adore, and several hobbies that I appear to have gained sufficient levels in to be good at. (There's a prestige class for costuming, right?) We have the added advantage of being a DINK household (Dual Income No Kids), so I can indulge in going to conventions and sewing all the things (usually not in that order). It gets better, I promise. I know you're afraid of college, but it is better. Given that you have an oft-difficult relationship for your parents, I think you'll find that your daily stress drops liek woah once you're living in a dorm and have a little space to figure yourself out. Yes, there's academic work, but you're not constantly in class all day like you are in high school. Budget your time wisely, and you may find that it's easier to keep up with the workload, even if the classes are more advanced. I sorrow for these people. I can't imagine what their lives are like that they look back on high school and think about how those were their glory days. Oh, and I'm 37, and I STILL have acne problems. Granted, it's not as bad as when I was a teen/young adult, but it never went away completely. Ugh.

You would. Lactaid pills make almost everything OK. It's just a pain to remember to take them everywhere, so I avoid certain things while we're out. And generally speaking, most milk products that go through a period of cooking somewhere down the line kill the lactose for me. Risky experimentation has shown that Baskin Robbins is, in fact, A-OK. As are most ice creams. I'm not sure why, but I'm not complaining.

Well, I got in a good three decades on this Earth before my gut went, "Nope, not gonna digest that anymore." And even now it's not so bad, since Lactaid is a thing. God(s) bless medical science.

I quite agree. Again, my color adjustment comes not from a dislike of ginger, but a belief that I was simply not ginger enough. And possibly also a bit of a reaction to growing up believing (thanks, Mom) that I was blonde. I look back at pictures of myself as a kid now and wonder how on Earth I didn't realize that I had red hair then. Teenaged-me, I give a pass, because I was always getting blonde highlights (again, thanks, Mom) which disguised my true nature. But that had faded out by the time I was a senior, and I look at my senior pictures and go, dagnabbit, that is red.

Not necessarily. Hemalurgy requires blood contact to work, for both the power and the connection. If it's in your stomach, it's not in contact with your blood, and therefore the link is not made. Now, on the other hand, if you have an ulcer...

I still hold to the theory that atium is special when it comes to spiking, and doesn't have to acquire a hemalurgic charge in order to connect to Ruin. Given that atium is, in fact, part of Ruin's "body", does it not make sense that sticking a piece of Ruin into oneself would lead to a connection to him?

...I'm lactose intolerant.