N.E.R.D is not a Bad Word.

I was thinking about how it seems as though my new friends have to now learn to equate Nerd with a good thing, as I use the word (as a good thing) constantly.

“What’s up?” “Nm, just nerding out and watching anime.” O_0

“hahaha” “hahaha, we’re such nerds” ….. 0_O

I honestly don’t see being a nerd as a bad thing, and in fact believe that it’s more of a compliment, but I don’t really remember that other people don’t quite see it as a compliment, and it takes them a minute to realize that I’m not being a jerk, or mean, or whatever. But my friends are learning now ūüėÄ

So I was thinking, how could it be put so that it would seem like a better thing?

Aha! Why not make it into an acronym?

Acronyms are cool. They are, really.

So Sanity pipes up with “Never, Ending…”

I say “Ride…. Never ending ride of… d…”

and Insanity says “DOOM!”

Immediately other sich d-words pop into my head.

Doom. Destruction. Disbelief. Detrimental. Duh.

None of these words will help in the process to make Nerd not be a Bad Word.

Huh. Nerd not be a bad word sounds a bit like a weird alliteration.

Alliteration is cool too.

Other D words, after some thought, would be Delight, or Daisy… or…

Well, Never Ending Ride of Delight sounds too weird in a way that even makes me laugh and think “aha, um, seriously? no.”

So maybe an Acronym wouldn’t be the best…

Aha! A spokesperson! That would be good…

So I Googled “Hot Nerd”, and saw the perfect spokesperson to why being a nerd, or being nerdy, isn’t a bad thing.

Aah, David Tennant...

He’s been in Harry Potter (Barty Crouch Jr.), Doctor Who (the 10th Dr. Who), Hamlet (as Hamlet, and he even got to act with Patrick Stewart), voice acted in How to Train Your Dragon (was Spitelout), played Casanova in the Casanova miniseries (in I think 2005?), is Peter in Fright Night, and has been in SOOO many different things, but is still a nerd! look him up on iMDb if you don’t believe me.

How can you even THINK that being a nerd would be a bad thing if we’ve got David Tennant on our side?

And thus, all arguments are defeated.

(Here are some Harry Potter Pickup Lines for the newly accepting of nerdlyness readers! >> HERE <<)

YOU STARTED IT!

My friends link me to unusual sites, videos, blogs, and pictures, and then I explore, and find more odd things. This blog is to point out the odd thins I find on YouTube.

Example: A friend let me listen to Kanye West’s Stronger years ago, and I looked up Daft Punk, and got hooked. The other day I found this video:

Followed by this.

Yes, watch through it, because though it’s weird, its also pretty darn cool. The 1st one is something BY Daft Punk, and the 2nd is done by Fans.

Example: Friends leave me confused about NerdFighters/VlogBrothers, and somehow end up showing me a couple videos by Tobuscus.

I find these:

Vlogbrothers (he has CDs for sale)

Tobuscus (Ubisoft has put this on their official Assassins Creed website) (also se his other videos, he’s hilarious) (Link to Harry Potter Literal HERE)

While watching Vlogbrothers, I find out about Nerdfighters, and end up clicking on a link that leads me to this:

And I end up watching a couple of their other musicals, and laugh.

Example: One of my friends tells me to check this video out, and I find that I like it, it not being in English not being an issue (I’ve listened to the music on her iPod, and much of it is in another language; German, Spanish (lol, Mexican, pfft!), japanese, Mandarin…), but it is still a weird video.

Alas! My dear friends seem to want me to spend all of my time on YouTube! My siblings do not help. Emma/Peanut suggests THIS bit of monstrosity!

Minecraft, while it at first seems like a low-quality game, is actually so friggin addicting! O_O

It seems as though the online community also has it out for me, as I am curiosity-ed into clicking this video by the artist Humon (humon comics in my Favourites)

So, online community, share with me your favourite/weird videos, and Continue to eat up my time!

You aren’t the first, and you certainly won’t be the last…

Dorkyness is not a Competition, but Something to be Shared

I like to peruse the various pictures in deviantart, and one of my faourite artists is humon (see in my favourite links, to the right>>).

One picture she did was this one HERE and I commented that “lol, think me a dork for this, but Mr. Morse looks like thge beast from Ben 10, with some extra parts¬†:D” to which someone else replied “Which one? Most of Ben 10 is made up of beasts like this…you mean Wildmutt, the orange one?¬†You dorky? I’m sure I’m much worse than you¬†:)

I thought that that was a rather odd thought… What really makes one bit of dorkishness ‘worse’ (or ‘better’ in other cases) than others?

Of the things that could make me ‘dorky’ (and I say this with much pride and a smile–this is not an insult), I could include that I read fanfiction, write fanfiction, watch a lot of anime, read a lot of manga, and am a huge English fan (I particularly like Shakespearian insults). Oh, I also am a huge YouTube Nerd (NERDFIGHTERS UNITE!). And that is only naming a few things off the top of my head.

I may not be as ‘bad‘ as someone who cosplays, Though I’ve gone to FanExpo, and I may be ‘worse‘ than someone who only reads fanfiction in the fact that I also write it.

In the opposite way, I may be ‘better‘ than someone who only watches anime since I also read manga, And I may not be as ‘good‘ as someone who uses regular Shakespear quotes in day-to-day conversation.

Really, I could be either better or worse for reading and writing blogs than someone who doesn’t, or I could be better or worse than someone who vlogs.

Really, I don’t think that dorkyness is a competition, but something shared.

You share your dorkyness as you share your weirdness, you share your weirdness as you share your quirks, and you share your nerdyness ¬†and all that’s included with friends and others and gain stronger friends for it.

During Frosh Week, when we went to the Bat Cave (an Alcove by Simard aptly named by a fellow dorky nerd :D) some guys behind me kept shouting things like “School SUCKS!” and “Down with NERDS!!!” and other such nonsense. The only reason I didn’t turn around and ask them what the hell their problem was–aside from the fact that I generally don’t go for confrontations unless I have reached a certain limit to my stupidity patience– was the knowledge that they are missing out.

They look down on writers (fanfiction writers, bloggers, and novelists and others) because they don’t like to read anything that isn’t out of a magazine, on facebook/twitter, or in a playboy magazine (cause you know they get those for the articles ;P). They’re missing out on some of the best books out there, and some of the awesomest people who write them. They are also the awesome people who writ songs that make you smile, like Weird Al Yankovic, and The Arrogant Worms.

They look down on cosplayers even as they look at the busty anime girls and think ‘thats hot’. They don’t see that there are people out there who dress up like these characters, and probably can’t imagine that some of the go so far as to tape their boobs to the side to cosplay a guy (see Leekaara on deviant art, HERE ), and GO OUT IN PUBLIC. You’re missing out dudes.

“You spend too much time on YouTube, and why should I know about this?” You’re missing out on SO many things, Tobuscus and VlogBrothers included.

You guys are missing out.

Dont be a NerdHater and hate nerds, be a NerdFighter and fight for nerds!

Also, You suck for deciding it’s ‘cool’ to yell about hating school and about how nerds suck. Even if we do suck, the ‘yaoi’ and ‘slash’ fans will tell you that at least they aren’t so stuck in the closet they won’t admit they swallow as well, as you obviously do.

Google it.

Ciao~

Gone, Gone, Going…? Now? No. … Now?

I am currently waiting for laundry to be done, and feeling alternating feelings (no duh) of chest constricting stress and  fluttery anxiety, and chest constricting anticipation and fluttery excitement.

I leave for Grundy Park tomorrow, probably at the crack of dawn should I ask Dad now, and I am starting and finishing my packing today.

Yes I’m late, but I’m a procrastinator almost by nature. I’m procrastinating¬†waiting for laundry to be done, because a while ago, I had my laundry waiting for me to bring it upstairs, and it was sitting in front of our freezer, which was left open, and it leaked.

I moved my stuff after it got wet, and left it down there to be done again when the washer was next free.

Mold grew.

I washed it twice.

I am washing it again, to get the sour-ish smell from it before I go.

I am not packing my stuff into a suitcase, because¬†my Mom says that it’d be easier to pack in the car if it were in these huge, 3fx1fx2f¬†ish plastic bins, so I have a plastic bin¬†in my room, in the hall outside of my room, one downstairs by my nearly-done laundry, and one in the front room of my house.

Scratch that, I have TWO (Three)¬†in the front room, because I need one separate for sleeping things such as sheets and pj’s.

It feels very much so as if I should be going right now, but then the chest crushing gets tighter with the feeling of Holy-I’m-Not-DONE-PACKING! untill I reassure myself and my insane part that no, we aren’t leaving right yet.

And then the sane part of me thinks of something.

What if I forget something!!!

Insane hears this as well, and slaps Sane on the head.

It’s because we’re not done PACKING! Get to work we’ve got like an hour to get everything together and in the car!

 Sane runs into a wall.

DOOM!

No, we aren’t leaving untill tomorrow, I reassure myself. And Laundry cannot be rushed.

And so I stand in front of the Door of Panic with my trusty Gandalf Wizard Staff solidly blocking the way.

From myself.

*sigh* Am I sure that there is actually an insane side, and it’s not just me?

Yes. I just happen to be strongly influenced by myInsane side when writing. Every writer has this part of them, it just so happens that mine feels the need to talk to me occassionally.

Insane people are in Sane people, and neither part are going past me to the Panic Room, because a)nothing gets done there, and b) NONE SHALL PASS!

All LOTR Gandalf the Grey jokes and references aside, I shall finish the Laundry of Impending Doom, cut it down to be hidden away in the Boxes of Plastic Containment, sealed away untill they are needed to fight the foe called Nakedness.

Shoot I gotta find myself some nail clippers, and perhaps a few more pairs of wool work socks.

Did you know that Costco has awesome underwear on sale? You wouldn’t think so, but they are comfortable.

A while ago, how many days ago matters not, Mum brought me to Costco to stock up on food items that will help in my quest of survival for the coming 2 months.

Working at a park is different from working as a Ranger in many ways, and one of which is that we don’t have chefs to cook and buy¬†our food.

¬†For the last couple of weeks Dad has been storing away chili¬†and stew and hamburger patties in the freezer, either in sealed plastic¬†bags or in Tupperware , so that for at least the first two weeks of no-trips-into-town-to-buy-food I might be able to survive. I am extremely thankful that we get a lot of freezer space at Grundy (everyone, not just me, though I’d like to believe I AM that special).

I will also be leaving with print out and digital recipes of such things as stew, easy stroganoff (which is not a loose, sexually active Swedish general), salsa-couscous chicken, and many-layered salads.

We bought juice,¬†meat, some veggies, cookies (the important things), underwear (they’re nice ūüėÄ Sane: Don’t SAY that! Insane: BWAHAHA!)¬†, and a whole slew of bread for me to make my main source of sustenance for during the day: Sandwiches.

To the sound of Pocahontas’ “Savages”:

Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Hardly ever Eaten! Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Where is my Mayonnaise?!

Credited to my friends (from rangers)¬†sister. Google Map Delta. It’s a place. They live there.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ūüėÄ

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!

No.

Food is packed away, and I think that I’ll go through the plastic bins tha I have already and sort out the mixes of shirts, sweaters, pants, and shorts from in them.

I will probably have way more than I need, but…

Rather have more than I need than not enough.

Right.

 BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING IS FORGOTTEN???!!!

No. Grundy is 4 hours or so away, and the Parents will be visiting fairly regularly! Back!!! Back from the gates of Panic!

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

¬†So tomorrow I’m gone, or going, or whatever, and I’ll probably be freaking out.

By the end of the first week I’ll likely be fine, but then I’ll start being paranoid about what, exactly I’ll have forgotten.

Because I will have forgotten SOMETHING.

But that is edging around my Gandalf staff, (BWAHA!), so we shall move on.

I was procrastinating a bit earlier, reading one of the books I liberated from my Mom’s school (they have a better library, and because she’s a teacher there, she can take them out over the summer), called “The Book of Lost Things” by John Connolly. The link will bring you to his site on it.

It’s good.

Like, Really good.

Most times I can predict what will happen at the end of the book by the time I get through the first 3-5 chapters, and I had a bit of¬†a feeling about what would happen, but so many things happened that promised a slightly different outcome,¬†I couldn’t put it down.

Of course, since Lexy probably won’t be reading this untill I’m long gone, I can freely admit that instead of folding laundry a bit earlier, i was reading this. I put it away any time someone came down to the basement, and started fiddling with laundry.

I still got a lot done, even while reading it.

…Weird.

The dryer just made it’s¬†“I’m-done” jingle noise (sounds a bit like a small part of an ice-cream¬†truck’s jingle), and this is getting kind of long, so I’ll bid you all goodbye for now. Whether I post small segments about my work for the next 2 months depends on if the claim to internet access is true or not.

Ciao!

~Doodled93~

Insane: THERE’S NO MORE TIME!

P.S. Afterthought: It is now about¬†10:28 pm, and I pretty much have everything packed, but I look at my 2 bins of clothing, my 1/4 bin of work clothes, and my slightly bursting bin of sleeping¬†stuff (it has a sleeping bag and pillow in it), and I feel I am missing a lot. Clothing-wise. I know I am not anywhere done my toiletries packing, as i currently have only JUST put the all-important nail clippers in my tinier¬†toiletries¬†bin, and I have no swim towel, no shower towel, and all of my electronics (including an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT digital alarm clock) are scattered around my house. Mostly uncharged too. Anyone else finish packing and look at your stuff and thing “nope. Not done.”? Also, pj’s is underlined in red, as well as bin. That is rediculous!