It's known as America's scrod basket.
Jun. 19th, 2015 12:49 pmOh Jesus, there is just too much to talk about. FFVII remake! Hockey over! Hockey off-season getting ready to break my heart! FFVII remake! Baseball in full swing! Baseball already breaking my heart! FFVII remake! Game of Thrones is ridonk! I have too many weddings to attend! Holy crap, FFVII remake!
...to be honest, I'm in a very wary place with the remake because, dammit, that was and is my original fandom, and I loved it how it was, warts and all. So I'm not so sure of what I'll do with a remake or who I'll have to murder for black market organs to fund buying a PS4 for playing it someday. It's all very nebulous. But I'm about to go on vacation for a week, and I have decided to try and just not get agitated over stuff I have no control over, whether it's sports injuries or video game remakes.
So, yeah. I'm just going to lie on a beach, and be with people I like, and drink a lot of alcohol, and eat a lot of food that is bad for me, multiple bridesmaid dresses looming in my future be damned. All things considered, I'm in a way better spot than last year. Last year, something fundamental in me just burned out. I'm not sure it's come back, or if it ever does, but I can at least ponder that question while on a beach instead of in an office for a week.
To get us away from that wholly depressing turn the conversation took, here are some things I have googled recently, almost all of them for some sort of research, which will eventually lead to my potential quick ascent up the rising numbers of some FBI watch list. There actually are non-sexual explanations and a chain of logic for most of these. I swear.
( Someday I should do a breakdown of the things I bought off Amazon and Groupon that are currently really screwing with the recommendations they now give me. )
...to be honest, I'm in a very wary place with the remake because, dammit, that was and is my original fandom, and I loved it how it was, warts and all. So I'm not so sure of what I'll do with a remake or who I'll have to murder for black market organs to fund buying a PS4 for playing it someday. It's all very nebulous. But I'm about to go on vacation for a week, and I have decided to try and just not get agitated over stuff I have no control over, whether it's sports injuries or video game remakes.
So, yeah. I'm just going to lie on a beach, and be with people I like, and drink a lot of alcohol, and eat a lot of food that is bad for me, multiple bridesmaid dresses looming in my future be damned. All things considered, I'm in a way better spot than last year. Last year, something fundamental in me just burned out. I'm not sure it's come back, or if it ever does, but I can at least ponder that question while on a beach instead of in an office for a week.
To get us away from that wholly depressing turn the conversation took, here are some things I have googled recently, almost all of them for some sort of research, which will eventually lead to my potential quick ascent up the rising numbers of some FBI watch list. There actually are non-sexual explanations and a chain of logic for most of these. I swear.
( Someday I should do a breakdown of the things I bought off Amazon and Groupon that are currently really screwing with the recommendations they now give me. )