In Celebration of Pikachu!

Just a note for all you who don't know... I love Pokemon.  I still watch the cartoons, and I'm so excited that Veronica Taylor is coming to C2E2!

As part of my getting ready for C2E2, I'm going to try to do a series of nerdy posts.  

Also, I'm accepting guest posts and subject suggestions from our readers for the C2E2 series!  

Please, post your ideas below or on my Facebook page!

For the first topic in my series, today I'm going to talk about my favorite Pokemon, Pikachu.

Yes. Pikachu.

You all had better be prepared for 

lots 

and

lots 

and 

lots 

of Pikachu pictures.

For all of you who have no idea who Pikachu is, I will briefly recap.  Pikachu is the main character's (Ash) companion.  He's the cute yellow one that does all the electric type moves.

Done.

To start, we first meet Pikachu as a very stubborn, independent, and sometimes he's kind of a jerk.  However Pikachu and Ash didn't start out exactly as the best of friends.  We see Pikachu ignoring Ash at every opportunity.  

Best example...

In the first episode, we see a lot of Pikachu laughter.  It begins as a giggle.

And eventually turns into full body, uncontrollable laughter.

Fact.  I laugh the exact same way.

Also, both Pikachu and I LOVE food.  Also, I think we may have the same favorites.

Just an fyi, Pikachu loves ketchup.  There is an entire episode dedicated to this.  I will have you know that ketchup is the best condiment ever made.

Ever.

Also he has the greatest facial expressions when he runs out of food.

When there is no more ketchup...

Please note, Pikachu's loss of ketchup is more important than the drama in the background.

When there is no more of Brock's food...

Yes, we have all made that face.

Best of all is that even though Pikachu is super awesome

He is always up for hugs!

Thanks all for reading!  To wrap up this post, below is the first Pokemon short I saw.  Enjoy!!

5K Season Begins

Hello readers!

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Now that that brief advertisement, time to get to the good stuff.

I'd like to a moment to evaluate the start of 5K season.

Today was the first time I ran my 5K alone.  Not literally because there were tons of people, but I mean that none of my friends had signed up with me.  It was almost the same as all the others. I ran, my friends and I don't really stay for the post-run festivities, neither did I.  It wasn't that much different.

Let me state that I am not the greatest of runners.  I'm sure I look completely ridiculous with my uncoordinated nature. 

I run down the street like Eddy.

This is me running a 5K. 

I don't think I can reach the level of an Olympic athlete.  And seeing the crazy fast runners still intimidate me.  

Imagine Eddy running against this.

There's not real competition there.  Fact is Eddy is going to get demolished.

But then I see all the small children and other non-athletic people, and I realize I can do this too.  If a 12 year old can sprint past me no problem, I can finish this race.

Also, if the zombies ever rise or dinosaurs pop out of Lake Michigan, I can at least kind of run. The goal would be to at least out run everyone else.

With eyes closed and arms out to push all the other people out of the way.

Generally speaking the beginning of each race is pretty great then from 2-3 there's what seems like an eternity of running.  

But at the end you're like the YouTube penguin that gets tickled.

He's so happy!

So with all that in mind, I encourage you get out there and run! It doesn't matter if you run like Eddy, only can walk, or run 20 miles.  The point is to get out there and do something.  

Then you'll be like the happy penguin too.

TED Talks - Introverts

Hello again Internet!

I have crawled out of the hobbit hole I call my apartment, and I am back by popular demand to write more about stuff!  

And popular demand, I mean my 2 friends, who I'm pretty sure are the only people who read this.

I would like to take the time to reaffirm my being an introvert.  Thank you.

While I may not have expected summer camp to be a time of reading, I did want to have time away from everyone else.  Frankly, being 10 years old in a cabin with 12 other 10 year old girls was exhausting.  

I did not and may never have the stamina to handle that many people all day, everyday for two weeks.

They would want to gab.

And I would either politely engage or reply with short answers.  More likely than not, it was short, blunt, and socially unacceptable responses.

Most of the girls did not want to talk to me.

This did not make summer camp the greatest of experiences.  It's not that I intentionally said these things to be harsh or socially awkward.

Even though I was left alone at camp, except to talk to the one friend who actually came with me to camp, I was content being by myself.

This contentedness continued to grow as I was ostracized by my peers all through grade school to high school.  Fortunately, my teachers understood this and let me be to work on my own, which I was more than happy to do.

I understand Darcy. 

For a while, I called myself shy.  

Let's break this apart.  Shy is defined as "being reserved or having or showing nervousness or timidity in the company of other people."

People don't make me nervous.  The social obligations they bring make me nervous.

How much conversation can you get out of the weather?

Clearly, my conversation skills are lacking

But once I get into a little band of nerd friends, I'm not timid.

And then we are super best friends.

To sum it all up:

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighbors

Normally, I don't have any issues with my neighbors.  In fact, I've never had any really terrible neighbors.  But I do have a bunch of pet peeves, and for some reason no matter where I live, there's always one neighbor who manages to do one of my pet peeves. So here is a list of things that make you a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad neighbor.

1. Music

Don't take this the wrong way.  I love music, but I don't like hearing YOUR music in my apartment.  When I can feel my door or floor vibrating, because you wanted to appreciate the bass or whatever it is you're doing, something is wrong.

Not just a little bit wrong, a lot a bit wrong. 

I appreciate you're love for your music.  But I don't appreciate you loving your music in my apartment.  And when I can hear your electronic/techno music over Say Yes to the Dress.  When that happens, my rage face starts to come out.

It begins with the "Are you kidding me??" face.  And not the laughing, are you kidding face.  

This is the serious "Are you kidding?" face

This is the prelude the "ROAR!!!" face.

 

2. Arguing

 

I'd like to help you if you have any problems, but that only counts if I know you.  Personally, I don't care about the fact that you're mad that your boyfriend missed your date to watch Toddlers and Tiaras.  Fact is he probably hates that show as much as I do.  Instead he'd rather be watching the South Park episode with Honey Boo Boo.

 

Because clearly, this is more entertaining than this

 

No offense to TLC or Toddlers and Tiaras, but it's not my thing.

 

I don't want to hear you screaming at him over the phone.  Why?? Because your personal life shouldn't enter the 4 walls that are my apartment unless I offer to fix them or let them enter.

 

All this leads to the progression of the rage face.

 

 3. Stomping

 

Really, I'm pretty sure you're not part of Stomp!  Odds are that your life is not this:

 

 

As cool as this is, I don't want to hear you literally stomping arou

 

nd your apartment.  Maybe you should wear some slippers!  Really.  You can get them at Target.

 

I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU MY SLIPPERS!!

 

Ladies, this includes you stumbling into your hard wood floored apartment at 3AM in your 6" heels.

 

First question, how do you walk in those??? Really?  I'd fall over and die!  So major cookies to you for being able to wear them, but please please please please!!!! take off your shoes before stumbling around your apartment for an hour at 3AM after you get back from the bar.

 

This type of thing leads to the sleepy rage face.

 

 

 

So far that's all I can think of.  I'm sure there are more annoying things I could think of, but these are the major ones.

What have I learned from all this?

Go to sleep with headphones! Then I can't hear you, and I can only hear what I want to hear.

How I Perceive Myself

I'm not going to lie, whenever I picture my self doing something, it's always 1000 times more epic in my mind than it is in real life.  It's kind of along the lines of the super powers idea, but it's not the same.  I picture my hobbies to be so much more exciting than they actually are.

For example, I started doing archery.  Every time I go to the range I feel like I'm like Russell Crowe in Robin Hood or Merida in Brave.  But I am neither a man nor Scottish.

This is how I envision my trips to the range. LOTS of epic.  Also, with accompanying epic music from Two Steps from Hell.

But not CGI and defineity not medieval.

This is more like what I do.

But I'm an adult, and my bow is not made of plastic.

Also, I started sewing.  It's nothing special.  I've made a couple skirts and a dress.  The dress sucked to put together.  Whoever writes those instructions need to write them for people who have never sewed before.  Just an FYI.  Anyways, while I'm putting these together, I'm picturing that my final product is going to be this super awesome costume or gown or in the future I'm going to make something like that.  

This is what I'm thinking of.

 

Amazing, elaborate costumes

or

a beautiful gown that I'd never be able to wear in real life, but I'd have it.

This is reality.

 

It's not this exact pattern, but I have a skirt pattern that's pretty much the same.

This is the predicament of my life.  However, even though I may never be able to be Robin Hood or Merida in this life, mayhaps the zombies will rise and I can put my archery skills to use.

But the costumes and gown ambition, that may possibly come to fruition.  After some classes and lots of frustration with pleats, bustles, easing, and much else, we'll see what happens.