Life Update

Things I wanted to mention about my life:

– Finally getting off my ass and applying to jobs. I feel like I’ll be able to pick up the pace soon. Revved for success and all that jazz. My current desire to use all of the buzzy idioms I know is indicative of this mindset change. Also, I finally care about school this year after like, a month and a half of being here. Maybe it’s because I’m getting closer to the balance I want. I have to set a few more boundaries, and maybe let a few more things go, but overall I’m less stressed than I was earlier this year.

– I want to start making music again, effective immediately when I have time. The last piece I finished was last year, and that’s depressing.

– I’m getting a new phone soon, thank god. I am increasingly feeling unable to deal with my phone, especially since I’m expected to constantly be connected. My boyfriend wants me to get the Moto G, and I actually really like it so I might do that.

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Alex Day

No one who cares is going to see this because I don’t have a tumblr and I’m don’t have a presence on Youtube, so I’m just going to write.

I missed Alex.

I grew up with Alex and Charlie and Brotherhood 2.0 and Phil and and Shane Dawson and Dave Days and a few other people who have since gone inactive. While I love the new vlog/show/skit deal, I miss shoddily-shot vlogs that were just random ramblings about stupid things that helped me pass the days of cringey pain and depression that was my middle school days. I had no exposure to sexuality except for Youtube until half way through high school, and I really do credit Youtube for a lot of my current values and the ones that are still changing and developing today.

So I watched the entirety of Alex’s new video.

And coming from someone who has many, many sins to repent, who has done and gone through more than I would wish on anyone, and even that is miniscule compared to some people out there, someone who’s been accused of being manipulative herself and am still questioning and going through that journey of figuring out which parts of those allegations are true and what I need to change, well.

I was appalled months ago when everything started. It just kept getting worse and no one and everyone was listening and everything was raw. And it opened up a lot of channels of discussion and completely shut other channels down. I had no idea who to listen to. There were lots of reminders of behaviors I’ve faced that made me uncomfortable, and a lot of reminders that the people I look up to are not special because I like them. What I failed to recognize back then were the behaviors that I had done. Ones that I cringe at now because I know better and ones that I forgave myself for because I was young and stupid. Ones that people around me constantly make, in fits of passion or frustration or confusion or simple ignorance that others have forgiven since.

And that’s the word I haven’t heard as often as I’d like. Alex Day is a person, maybe a stupid, inconsiderate person who happened to make the mistakes a lot of people make except he happened to be someone big in a huge community. And in an internet community, where a lot of people like to solve problems by simply making them disappear and forgetting about their existence. There’s little redemption, and little room for correction, and that’s sad. Because I know what it feels like to be a stupid, inconsiderate person, but I can’t imagine what it feels like to be taken to task about it by thousands of people whom I have never talked to me my entire life.

I can’t imagine being friends with such shitty people that would publicize their grievances to a reactive crowd, that want to make him disappear for mistakes so many people make and have to go through. To be vilified for being human.

Well fuck all that. I want to see him grow. I welcome his return.

Anyway, I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. My roommate’s guests have music on and I can’t concentrate so I’ll end this here. I think I got everything out? I’m sure I just sound vague and incoherent, but whatever. I’m going to bed.

Bee and PuppyCat premieres November 6th!

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Bee and PuppyCat premieres on November 6th! I’m so excited. The Kickstarter obviously went through and the team has been working on it for months. I love Natasha Allegri’s writing style and her brain children are some of the most interesting and entertaining of this comic style.

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Plus, the art is just so lovely and fantastical.

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The whole Cartoon Hangover team and all of their guests are ridiculously talented and hilarious, and they’ve gotten me excited and laughing at cartoons in a way I haven’t for years now, in a package I can actually consume (go Youtube, no television for me.)

Asian Women are Submissive!

I love David So!

Anyway, I won’t write that much about it because he certainly covers all of the areas I’d focus on, but frankly, all of the women in my mom’s friend group are hard-working ball busters who are managers and senior accountants in their respective companies with real influence over their shit. My mom owns her own business with my dad. My cousins are all making bank whilst holding down the house. Man, exactly how much evidence do you really need before your eyes are crossed from having to ignore everything in front of your face?

Plus, anyone who’s dated me knows the title statement is hilarious.

Schnoodles

A schnoodle is a domestic dog breed and a cross between a schnauzer and a poodle. It can be fluffy or wiry depending on whose coat it inherited.

And oh my god sometimes it looks like this:

The schnauzer can be affectionate, naturally protective, intelligent and strong-willed; the poodle is often clever, active, and excels in obedience training. Schnoodles may inherit any combination of intelligence, personality, temper and protective nature of the parent breeds. They make good pets and are often devoted and affectionate to their family. Like both parent breeds, schnoodles are usually active dogs and are impressive runners and jumpers; regular exercise and activity are necessary components of their lives.

And normally I wouldn’t care this much because although I love puppies of all shapes and sizes, I’m most partial to chow chows, rottweilers, bulldogs, and pugs, but my boyfriend’s actually getting a schnoodle! I’ll post pictures and squee and copy and paste more facts from Wikipedia when the puppy is chosen and picked up.

Journalism

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/world-appalled-james-foley-beheading-obama/story?id=25052699

DailyMail picture, photographer in the corner!

One of the reasons why I decided against pursuing journalism, after several years in high school of thinking about it, after visiting the Newseum several times both by myself and with others, after adoring my time at NSLC, arguing with my parents and finally winning, and being crushed when I didn’t get into the Syracuse S.I Newhouse School of Public Communications…well. Part of the reason was that I decided that I couldn’t do what James Foley did and what field journalists in heart-breaking and explosion-filled continue to do in pursuit of truth and knowledge. Rest in peace Mr. Foley, and I wish his family well and hope the pain and stress his execution has caused them is not exacerbated too much by other terrible, terrible people in the world.

I’m not saying the whole field is excellent and courageous or that there isn’t any value in blogger and other user-created content (far from it! I’ve been involved in the YouTube community since Brotherhood 2.0 started, and I always make sure to support the internet folks I learn from and enjoy), but I always think it’s funny when bloggers say they’re journalists, or that they’re “arm-chair journalists” or “keyboard journalists.” Coming from a blogger as well, one who is just as cowardly as many of the writers I’m talking about, I think it’s stupid.

Even if we’re not comparing ourselves to journalists like Mr. Foley, I don’t know any blogger who’s had to (because as bloggers, we CAN stay anonymous. That’s not always an option if writing is your profession.) sign their names on pieces of writing that people take seriously indicting someone famous of a crime or simply unethical behavior, or take on a government for their sins (Link 1). Maybe even their own (Link 2).