Cynthia And Philosophy

“If a zombie is learning to talk, that’s a zombie you need to kill right now!”

Awesome. I love stuff like this. I especially like the advice to go to the bookstore. I’ve actually thought about that before. Calling the boyfriend.

gyzym:

So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple twenty-step guide to NOT DYING in the unlikely event that a zombie apocalypse ravages humanity:

1. IN THE EVENT OF AN ACTUAL APOCALYPTIC SITUATION, ASSUME THAT THE FOLLOWING THINGS ARE GOING TO STOP WORKING: running water (this includes toilets); anything that relies on electricity (this includes gas pumps); anything that relies on natural gas lines (this includes gas stoves/central heat); basically, anything that relies on there being a factory of some variety at the other end of thing you want to make do stuff. THAT’S ALL GONNA BREAK. THIS INCLUDES THE INTERNET. Thus, the most important thing to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse is: 
2. RESEARCH. For as long as you possess the internet, do everything you can to learn as much as possible. Research edible/medicinal plants (or seriously, go into a bookstore and loot your shit a guidebook, they’re not large, they sell little tiny ones, you can put it in your pocket, WHY DOES EVERYONE IN EVERY ZOMBIE MOVIE NOT DO THIS). Research, from available information, how the zombies work/which of their senses are functional—for example, if they operate largely by smell, you want to work on smelling not alive. If they operate largely by sight, DON’T LIGHT FIRES AT NIGHT. And speaking of fires…

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Aaah Unemployment…

So, I turned down my first job offer this week. I’m trying not to absolutely freak out and to drown out… Ehem… A certain family member’s disapproving voice about the whole issue. But the bottom line is that the job was nowhere near my field, the boss seemed like a monster and at a traumatized age 25, I’ve already spent too much time doing things I didn’t want to do around people I didn’t want to do them with. I’m going to hold out for a job that will make my happy and is at least in the ballpark of one of the fields I want to enter. I’m not saying that I’m going to pout and occupy Wall Street until the perfect, six-figure job presents itself to me on a platter… But I am saying that I believe work can and should make you happy and that is the kind of job I’m looking for while I wait to decide what I want to go to grad school for.

…Did that sound convincing? I feel like if I just keep saying it, I’ll convince myself… The bright side is that I have YET to have my anticipated breakdown and I’ve actually gotten around to honest-cleaning my closet, desk, books, jewelry making supplies AND my hard drive. Nicki would be so proud. I’m really taking this time off to organize and settle myself. I’m enjoying having a clean house, cooking lots, and, yeah, of course, watching, like, a bazillion movies.

*Sigh* Life is good. I just need to keep channeling this zen self I’ve discovered and hope that she hangs around even after I start working again.

Begin the countdown to my freakout.

I graduated two Saturdays ago but I’ve been out of town since the day after the ceremony. I got home tonight and tomorrow will be my first day in over 6 years on which I will not be required to do anything. At all. No work, no school, no homework, no social obligations.

I’ve planned a full day for myself: send out resumes and applications in the morning, then write and address thank you notes, honest-clean my closet in the afternoon, yoga in the late evening and finish my book before bed.

I give it until 10:00am before I am having a complete breakdown.

My boyfriend says that I’m never happy unless I’m stressed out of my mind. Well, Honey, I hope you’ve got a bottle of wine and a warm bath with my name on it because you are about to witness the mother of all meltdowns when it finally hits me that I have no concrete direction or plans for the immediate future.

This should be entertaining…

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fuckyeahgodofmischief:

How do you find reactions from fans or kids to Loki’s character?

TOM HIDDLESTON: Mark Ruffalo’s son. I kind of dedicate my performance to his son, his ten-year old, because he was on set a lot.  Joss Whedon and Kevin Feige, the producer, they were enormously supportive on set.  They were very complimentary when they liked something that I was doing.  I would do a take, and they would say, “Awesome.  You got it.  Let’s — “  And Kevin Feige would be like, “God, that was great.  Let’s move on.”  And you get on with the day.  The days that Mark’s son was there, he was like, “Awesome job, Tom. We got it.  Let’s move on.”  Kevin would say the same thing, and then Mark’s son would say, “Oh, my God!  Tom!  That was incredible!  That was the most awesome thing I have ever seen!”  And I’m like, “I am doing this for you.”  And, you know, there were days when Mark would come in with him just to watch, because he wanted to watch.  He’d be like, “I’m sorry.  We’re here again.  He just loves you.”  And then you realize that that’s the power that these films can have.

It’s such a beautiful thing.  It’s a really amazing privilege.

Since I know most of you know her and that she doesn’t have a Tumblr…

What do I get Rhianon for our birthday/graduation? (I say our birthday because they’re 3 days apart and obviously we’re graduating together.)

I want to get something sentimental that says “I love you and thank you for being my best friend and awesome and making me happy when I was just uncontrollably sad and did I mention being so awesome I could cry?” and yet, is useful. I like useful presents.

Ugh. Help. She is so hard to buy for.

“because, hey, banning books is a shitty thing to do.”

Excellent parenting. If I knew I could stick to all these things, I might actually be willing to risk having an offspring. Might.

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oliviasatelier:

yeahyeahno:

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Seriously. I want these to happen.

Girl Auron is seriously…wow. I want that costume, but who would even recognize it? I’ll make my boyfriend be boy Yuna.

I recognized it! The only one I’m not liking is boy-Lulu. I guess the next one will be boy-Rikku?

renkinjutsu:

Fullmetal Alchemist Illustration Fanbook by REI.

Technology Detox

So lately I’ve had trouble sleeping. I can’t get to sleep until 2am, I wake up again around 7, fall back to sleep by 8 and eventually wake up at 11…

Then I’m sluggish and disoriented all day. My friend was like “at least you can function by then, I don’t wake up until…” Whatever. I can’t focus my thoughts because I’m constantly hearing songs from the radio in my head, listing what I’ve got to do, berating myself for not doing it sooner and obsessively counting calories because I’m terrified of becoming fat. 

This is NOT my version of functional.

Last night, as I was checking my email for the millionth time I had an epiphany.

Starting tomorrow, I’m going to turn off my computer, radio and text messages. I will check my email once per day because I can’t ignore teachers. I won’t be getting on Tumblr, Pintrest or even, god help me, Netflix. When I’m in my car I’m going to embrace and enjoy the silence. I’m going to make ONE list of what I have to do and check it off as I go but not think about it when I’m not looking at it. Finally, I’m going to bed early and I’m going to start eating again. Yea, not “eating healthy” I mean “eating at all.” I have a bad habit of letting myself skip food when I’m busy and stressed. That combined with an unhealthy perspective on my body right now is a bad mix so I’m going to deliberatly correct it and hopefully aleviate some of this unfounded anxiety.

I love my technology and yea I sometimes even love my stress but not this time. I need to help myself get centered again. Starting with saying goodbye to you, Tumblr, you time-suck. This is my see-you-soon post and also my public declaration of my intention so that I feel more compelled to stick to it.

I am now off to do a little bit of yoga before finding breakfast and packing my lunch.

Honest Closet Analysis

So, I was just folding/hanging-up and putting away my laundry and I realized that I have twice as many jammies as I do clothes. And most of my jammies are newer and/or nicer than most of my clothes…

:) I love being me.

…Except kill two hours in a Barnes and Noble.

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The Perfect Gentleman

• Ms. Archer: Sterling Mallory Archer, you will not touch a single hair on that girl!
• Archer: Ah... See? How I let that just go by? Look at me. I am the perfect gentleman!