King of the Nerds

Today is my Spring Break.  I took today off to let the Spousal Equivalent have the car, and to do some cleaning.  So far I've cleaned the spots (about a 5x5 area) on the bedroom carpet that smell like puppy pee. I'm kinda using a little carpet cleaner borrowed from a friend.  It doesn't spray solution anymore.. so, after trying  and failing, with spray bottles, I just mixed the solution and just about soaked the carpet....

And have been on my hands and knees sucking up the nasty water ever since.

But the carpet smells better!  Next ti topical pet order eliminating febreeze.

And Advil for my back.

And cleaning my kitchen.... and putting away of the laundry... and maybe even doing some!

But the real reason of this post is TBS's King of the Nerds.  Yes, a reality show about nerds.  I LOVED it!  A show where the comic book geeks and astrophysicists can be the heroes!

And then I thought about it.  (And I thought about trying to get on the show).

Am I a nerd?  Well, I'm not overly scientifically inclined.  I'm not a video gamer (Unless you count the dancing games on the Wii).  I used to be a role player, but not anymore.  I love things like Star Wars, Firefly, Star Trek, and most of the science-fiction themed programming on SyFy, but I'm not an expert on them.  I don't read comics, and only rarely watch anime.  I'm an avid watcher of documentaries, and many things on the History Channel and the Discovery Channel.  I can kick some serious ass in trivia.  But am I a nerd?  Maybe I'm just a freaky weirdo?

I remember the controversy of gamer girls, and the women cosplaying sexy characters not being "real" fans.  It makes me wonder if there is a standard definition.  Is anyone "nerdy" enough?

Though I might never ever go to ComicCon (I have issues with crowds), or an Anime Convention with the SE, I'm a nerd.  I'm a geek.  And I'm proud of it.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going put on my Blue Sun shirt and watch the Avengers.

And clean my kitchen...

Holy Crap! It has been a sucky week!

Well, it's Thursday.  And it's the end of my work week.  This week has been challenging in many ways.

First, it was the "time of the month" from hell.  We're talking multiple changes of clothes bad....  We're talking curled up with the painful cramps bad.  I had no energy, but was ravenously hungry.  Add headaches to that.  That was my week.  I felt awful.  Simply awful.

Working out was nearly impossible.  It wasn't until this morning that I could do more than 10 minutes.

What does that mean?  That during my day off tomorrow I'm going to be working out!

This also means that my house is a disaster!  So on my vacation day tomorrow I'm going to be doing some cleaning!  Dishes, vacuuming and laundry!

I also need to take advantage of the good weather and take the dog on a good walk!

It's also CaraBox season!  I got mine late.... and of course it's not here for me to photograph!  Look for that reveal tomorrow!

Switched at Birth: Uprising

Monday was SaB's all ASL episode.

And it was a lot to take in.  I tend to avoid subtitled anything, because I have to focus on it so carefully.

And I think I've figured it out.  The show is now untimely about the kids that were switched at birth.  It's about acceptance and belonging.  Daphne is adaptable.  She gets along with, and finds a way to belong everywhere.  The Kennish's accept her as their daughter without question.Everyone likes her.  She's talented in a conventional way.  She fits in despite her disability.

Bay is different.  Bay has never fit in with her family.  She sees how much of a better fit Daphne is with her own family.  Regina is a bit reserved with Bay, unlike the Kennish's are with Daphne.  She never fit in at Buckener.  She hoped to fit in at Carlton, but she wasn't deaf enough for the deaf kids.  (Well, she wasn't deaf at all....)  Where as Daphne fits in everywhere, Bay is on a journey to find her place in the world.

During the episode the Carlton students occupy the school, in an homage to Gallaudet's Deaf President Now protest.  Unfortunately, the scale of the Occupy Carlton protest ins't anywhere NEAR the scale of Gallaudet's protest.  So I don't think it will be successful.

But anyway... I can't wait until Monday!

You know... 16 sucked when I lived it the first time

And now my body has decided to live it again.

Warning:  TMI ahead:

So, I'd been on the pill from college until May.  That's a lot of years.

This month, my body decided to voice it's displeasure with me going off the pill and give me the worst cramps I've ever experienced   Seriously, it's bad.

This morning I hauled out the big guns and took the prescription strength Ibuprofen that I was given after my surgery.  The cramps are better, but now I have a headache.

And in all of this.... I gained weight.. but I'm not overly surprised....

Operation Uber Puppy Scrub!

So Saturday night I had this dream.  Yeah... it was weird..

Sunday came, and with it laundry and grocery shopping.  Then it was time to clean the stinky puppy.

Y'all... I seriously cleaned her!

I muzzled her (because I like my fingers), clipped her nails, cleaned her ears, trimmed the ear fur, then washed her butt, and dumped her into the tub for a bath.

She then ran around the apartment and rubbed herself on everything for the next two hours.

A surprise appearance by my monthly friend had me laid out on the sofa all afternoon.  I had a puppy (who had forgiven me by this point), a snuggie and Downton Abbey.  (As an aside, I'm glad I'm not the only one that's unsurprised that O'Brien is leaving.)  Milkshakes happened, dinner didn't really happen.  We saw 4 episodes of Revolution, and then Once Upon a Time.

I went to bed, but I swear I didn't sleep a bit.  Thankfully Kim Jong-un wasn't trying to take over my dream again!  (Those pesky North Koreans!)

Well, I came into work, and discovered that there was a disaster with the HVAC system, that soaked 3 professor's offices.

Yay.....

And the cramps are back....

can I have my snuggie, Downton Abbey and my puppy again?

I Dreamed a Dream last night...

And I just HAD to write it down!

I was a high school student again... and I was walking into my school.. when I noticed quite a few olive green Fiats outside..

and Kim Jong-un sitting on a park bench outside the cafeteria doors.  Apparently North Korea had taken over the school.  But the good news was that the US had soldiers trying to extract the hostages.  They kind of looked like the soldiers of the Monroe Republic from Revolution.

What happened next involved lots of hand signals, and liberation, as the students were snuck out of the cafeteria by conveniently placed tunnels.

And Kim Jong-un never knew that we were gone.  We left him there thinking that he had won.

Only if war was that easy!

And only of North Koreans only tried to take over high school cafeterias... with olive green Fiats....

It's Spring Break, and I'm about to break!

Today signals the beginning of Spring Break.  Students are leaving campus, off on adventures.

Me?  I'm here.  It looks like my office manager will be out until the 19th, leaving me to do Open House on my own.  And I must admit, the thought frightens me.  Yes, I've helped to set up Open House before, but I've never been responsible for ordering all the food and the like!

I don't know what it is, hearing that she's going to be out for additional time kind of freaked me out.  I've been doing this job on my own since December, so two additional weeks shouldn't matter.  But it is.

So this means I need to make a plan, because I might freak out.  I'm going to be very alone all week.  This means music and other types of noise to keep me focused.  (I know it sounds backwards, but my mind wanders in silence)  I need to figure out what has to get done every day.

And most of all, I need to not panic.

Like I'm doing now.

And yes, I know I'm freaking out for no reason at all....