I can’t imagine not feeling at least a little strange after Dragon Con ends each year. Hell, I can’t even go immediately cold turkey off of Mountain Dew once the Con is over; I'm drinking one while I write this. Far moreso than at New Year’s Eve, Dragon Con puts into perspective for me where … Continue reading life in the upside con
Throughout the winter of 2016, my brain had the capacity to obsess over exactly two things: mental health and Star Wars. In late November, I was unable to anticipate anything that wasn't either opening night of Rogue One or my first appointment with a psychiatrist. Here was the timeline. On Wednesday November 30, I performed … Continue reading thank you, carrie
My Netflix show right now is Penny Dreadful. I'm a few episodes into the third season, and I'm already sad that my time with my new spooky pals is so close to the end. I've always loved a good ensemble series; it makes me so happy to be the spectator to fictional friend groups. From … Continue reading a love letter for a monster
The first song I ever heard that I just knew was about me was, weirdly enough, from the Treasure Planet soundtrack. I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway You … Continue reading charting a course
My favorite game is "Who Are We In This Franchise?" "Okay, guys, who would we all be in Harry Potter?" "Which Pixar movie is everyone?" "Who is everyone in our office in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?" "Who Are We In This Franchise?" has rules. You can't say what character you think you are; that has … Continue reading searching for myself in all the nerd places
I think I feel "okay?" I don't really know what that means. I think it's been two weeks since I felt madly, truly, deeply depressed. Or manic. I feel "okay." Right now I'm sitting at my desk, listening to music and snarfing down a bowl of popcorn, and that feels fine. I could be doing … Continue reading … and the philosopher’s mood stabilizer?
This looks familiar, vaguely familiar. My alarm goes off, and I can't. It feels like there's something far heavier than my flannel bunny sheets and blue fleece blanket pressing down on my chest. The contents of my brain and heart resemble the results of when I try to make a slow cooker soup from a … Continue reading it’s something that i’m s’posed to be