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I just returned home from my roommate’s wedding, so I’m feeling a bit sentimental. I also haven’t quite gotten back into the swing of things since I returned from Houston and then from field work, so this will once again be a bunch of photos with captions. Sorry, not sorry.

#1. My friends

See? I told you I’m feeling sappy. I got to spend a long weekend with half of my Missoula friends for my roommate’s wedding, and I had a fantastic time catching up with them. Hopefully I get to do it again with the other half next weekend on the geology grad student hike! Ok, so, no photo for this one, because I obviously don’t have one that has all of you in it (besides, most of you probably don’t actually want to be ON my blog anyway), but you ought to know who you are by now. I missed you guys. ALL SUMMER. I am very happy to be spending the next year of my life in this town with you all.

The rest of these are in no particular order.

The mountains! And also the UM campus.

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9460_17660_Missoula_Mountains_mdHouston is VERY flat. I only knew which direction was North when I was on the road that lead to both my home and my office. Mountains are extremely important to my internal navigation, as it turns out. Flat country is not good for me. Plus, they’re absolutely gorgeous, any time of the year.

As a bonus, here are some mountains up around Glacier, where the wedding took place. Montana is beautiful.

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These dogs:

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Five on Black, the best place to get quick, cheap, delicious food. My roommate and I go here at least once a week. We have joked about opening one in Bozeman and retiring. If you are ever in Missoula, you should definitely check it out.

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My office. Though currently, it’s under construction, and likely won’t be finished in time for classes to start tomorrow. There will be 6 of us working in there at my last count, and none of us can get to our desks at the moment. The whole place is a mess, and no help from our massive rock sample collections. At least a lot of mine are in boxes that don’t need to be moved…

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BBQ’s!!! Ok, so we only managed to do this once before I left for the summer, and we’re having an unusually cold August, but… There will be a BBQ before the warm weather COMPLETELY goes away. I hope.

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Did I mention that I missed these dogs?

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My walk to campus, especially in the winter. It might be cold, but it’s also gorgeous, especially when the river freezes.

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SKIING!!!! You cannot ski in Houston. Ok, you can’t ski in Missoula in the summer either. But… skiing is just a short drive away, if there isn’t enough snow right in town. I’m hoping to take my cross country skis out more than 3 times this year.

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And as a final bonus, golden dog was EXHAUSTED after the wedding festivities, and was therefore very good for snuggles.

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Missoula is a wonderful place, and if it wouldn’t have been totally weird, I might have liked to hug the sidewalk when I finally got to come back. Come December, expect a similar post about Seattle.




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I mentioned last week that my dad came to visit me in Houston, and we did a million things. There are many things I like about Houston, so if you’re thinking of visiting this city sometime in the future, hopefully this list will give you some ideas. Mostly I’m going to show you photos, but I would like to make it clear that the guide books don’t lie about the food here – there is a TON of delivious foods to experience in Houston.


Before I go into all that, I have a few words about World Cup. Yes, it is over for another four years, and this makes me sad. I am delighted that Germany won, and it has inspired me to embrace my half+ German heritage more than anything ever has in my life.

But within seconds of the end of the game, Twitter and Facebook exploded with comments from many people in the United States expressing their glee that “soccer is over.” It’s possible that I am biased, because I am indifferent to not-caring about all other sports. But I usually keep those feelings to myself. I find it really frustrating every time I read one of these anti-soccer comments. Living in the United States, I find it EXTREMELY difficult to watch soccer. The only time it really gets any attention is during World Cup, and good luck ever seeing it broadcast on network television. Specific bars might play it on their TVs (particularly those designing themselves with other countries in mind). Nearly every other major sport in this country can be found on network television during each sport’s season. So reading those kinds of comments is like a reminder of how little my favorite sport (and, might I add, the WORLD’S favorite sport) gets attention in my home country. Thanks for rubbing it in, friends. That’s just SO nice of you. So please, even if you don’t like soccer, can you keep it to yourself? It’s painful enough that it’s so difficult to watch live in this country without you rubbing it in after the biggest tournament the sport has.

Ok, stepping down off my soap box now.

1. Onion Creek

Delicious restaurant with great outdoor seating. Hotdogs are a big deal here for whatever reason, so I had a really fancy one with fancy mustard and grilled onions with sweet potato fries. They also have a great selection of local and non-local brews. Good music, too.

2. Brazoria

If you like wildlife, the Brazoria Wildlife Preserve is pretty awesome. We saw three emotions of alligator.


A. Friendly “feed me!” alligator. This guy came right up to the boardwalk dock. We could have touched him had we not been afraid of the thing chomping our hands off.


B. Get the F*** Away from my Nest! alligator. This one hissed real loud and stalked toward our car as we slowly drove past/stopped to take photos like idiot tourists.


C. Chillin’ in the Water alligator. This guy did not care about anything.


3. Gulf Coast

We drive north up the coast from Brazoria to Galveston, and discovered a gazillion pastel-colored houses on stilts. As a geologist, I think it is absolutely moronic for these people to live here, considering the danger of hurricanes and the fact that a beach is an EXTREMELY unstable place to build your home, but it certainly made for interesting photos.



4. Galveston

Galveston is extremely touristy. But we found this great Gumbo Bar for a delicious lunch (gumbo and fried okra), and briefly stuck our feet in the Gulf of Mexico, so that was cool. The water was freakishly warm.





We arrived to NASA rather late, but managed to get a tour in, during which we saw the original command center (“Houston, we have a problem,” happened here) and a Saturn V rocket. We also saw the moon rock and a bunch of other stuff. If you have kids, it’s a great place for them to check out. The tour was great for adult-level entertainment.





6. The Original Ninfa’s

Delicious Tex Mex food. I mean, REALLY yummy. My dad especially loved this place, and they have a stray restaurant cat that hangs around the outside seating area. Pretty sure my dad wanted me to take it home and feed it, but alas, I can’t have pets here, and I think the restaurant workers are rather attached to it (they’ve named it).

7. Soccer

We watched a World Cup game one morning. There are several British pubs here in Houston, which I found surprising. We went to Watson’s, which has a great outdoor area and a good beer selection, but the service and food leaves something to be desired.

8. Houston Museum of Natural Science

Aaaaah this place is amazing. It is my second favorite Natural History museum that I have been to, my first being that in London (mostly because the one in London is much bigger). They have an insane number of trilobites (I took about a thousand photos of them), not to mention a massive dinosaur and other creature bone collection. It’s worth the $15 admission fee just to see that collection. They also have a rather impressive mineral and gem collection. There is also an African animal display – beware if you have small children, some of the animals are presented in rather gruesome death poses.












9. Underbelly

The chef of this restaurant is a native Houstonian, and since Houston is a melting pot of pretty much every ethnic food ever, he has designed his menu around what he thinks of as “Houston food.” You also don’t order single dishes. No appetizers, no entrees, just food. My dad and I shared 3 dishes plus a dessert, and that was enough. They also have a great wine list. It’s pricy, but totally worth the experience.

10. Catalina Coffee

We found a local coffee roaster and it was absolutely delightful and had a cute little outdoor seating area. I don’t have any photos of this place, but be sure to look it up if you’re ever in town.

11. Tacos-a-Go-Go

Breakfast tacos are a big deal in Texas. The internet told me about this place, and we were not disappointed. It’s sort of a build-your-own kind of deal. You get eggs plus 2 additional ingredients for under $2 (unless you go fancy like avocado or something), and each extra beyond those two are only $0.25. Pretty sweet deal, considering two breakfast tacos is enough to fill me up.


12. Karbach Brewery

Houston doesn’t have many breweries, but this one probably produces my favorite beer. You pay $8 for a small glass and 4 beer tokens. Pretty sweet deal. Plus we got caught in our second thunderstorm of the weekend! #nofilter


13. Auto Art Show

There’s a random Art Car museum that has very artistic cars as well as a few random pieces of art. The collection changes frequently, so here’s a small taste of what they might have.







14. Beer Can House

This really needs no explanation, only photos.



15. River Oaks neighborhood

We were driving around randomly, checking out the neighborhoods, and stumbled upon the place where rich people live. I live-tweeted the experience, so I’m sorry if you missed it. It was a rather ridiculous experience. My dad and I decided the thing to do would be to park your car somewhere, and bring your dogs for a walk, so you could pretend that you actually lived in one of these mansions. I swear, some of them looked like small castles. Crazy.

16. We finished our day with cockroach hunting, because my dad likes bugs, and due to an earlier incident I knew where to find them after the sun set. This activity mostly consisted of me running and screaming, or freezing when I saw one, while my dad walked happily along trying to startle them into movement.


We visited a few other places, like the Rothko Chapel, at which I learned I don’t have a single spiritual bone in my body. Going in that place just felt oppressive and awkward. The outside garden area is pretty nice though. We also tried to see the Bayou Bend Gardens, but got there too late, and the bridge was broken, so I’d recommend checking that out if you’re here, because I’ve heard great things.

So while I certainly don’t love Houston (or its weather, ugh, please let it rain for five days I am so tired of the sun), there are quite a few fun things to do. I’d also have to say that Montrose is the most fun neighborhood. The Heights is also pretty good. Both of these have good food places and bars, and really nice homes. If I had to live here, it would be one of those places.

In other news – I finished editing my second draft outline for my urban fantasy novel yay! Now I can actually get back to the fun part of writing. If only we’d get a few decent days of rain here…

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In case you haven’t been following my tweets the last couple weeks – I am obsessed with World Cup. World Cup is for me what the Olympics are for most people who aren’t soccer fans. I have always loved soccer, and this is due in large part because my dad, uncle, and granddad all loved soccer. Sure, they loved watching American football too, but they don’t follow it the same way they follow soccer. My uncle has been known to get up at ridiculous-o’clock to watch his favorite Champions League team play. I come from a soccer family, and I played soccer all through gradeschool. There was a hiatus during my undergraduate education, but that was mostly because very few of my friends even cared about soccer, and I always felt like I was busy, so I never got around to joining an intramural team. Plus we only had basic cable in the dorms, and later I didn’t have any TV in my apartment, so it wasn’t at all easy to watch. This is a major flaw with our country. I want soccer games to get the same amount of attention as all the other sports on the major channels. But I digress. Once I got into graduate school, I found myself surrounded by soccer fans again, and was able to join our geology grad student intramural soccer team. Great times had by all (even though we kind of sucked, but we still had fun). Soccer is in my blood.

Let me explain how World Cup works for those of you who may be totally in the dark but might also be curious.

World Cup only comes around every 4 years, and then it’s a month of all-day soccer. Before that there are many qualifiers, and that’s broken down into regions. I don’t really know how that part works, I just start paying attention once the list of who made it into World Cup comes out.

To start, 36 teams play 3 games in groups of 4. A win gets you 3 points, a draw gets you 1 point, and a loss gets you zero points. The top 2 teams in each group get to advance to the round of 16. In group stage, tie breakers for who advances are usually determined by the “goal differential” – the number of goals the team scored minus the number of goals the team couldn’t stop. There are more tie breakers after that if the GD isn’t enough, but I won’t go into that here. If you make it into the round of 16, the rules change to sudden death. You have to win to move on to the next game. If there’s still a tie after the full 90 minutes of normal game time, they do 2 more 15-minute halves. If it’s STILL tied after that, they go into penalty kicks. Each team gets five chances to kick the ball into the goal, just the shooter and the goalie on the field. Everyone else has to watch, holding their breath in fear and anticipation. If they are STILL TIED after the first round of penalty kicks, it goes into a sudden death shootout. This is how teams progress through the round of 16, the quarterfinals, the semifinals, and the final game.

Group Stage is probably my favorite. Three or four games a day, every day, for about two weeks. It’s glorious. For the most part, every team has 3 chances to make it into the next round. When your favorite teams win, it’s thrilling. On the other end of the spectrum, when your favorite teams epically fail, it’s absolutely devastating. Watching the World Cup is an emotional roller coaster. But I don’t think I could ever stop watching, no matter how much heartbreak I go through.

My favorite team is England, because it’s a quarter of my heritage, and it’s the part of my background I relate to the most. Then comes Spain, because I have a minor in Spanish, and for a while a lot of Spanish players were playing for my favorite Champions League team, Liverpool. Plus I’ve been in love with David Silva since I watched him win Eurocup with Spain a few years ago.


Followed by England and Spain are Ghana and USA. Ghana is my favorite underdog team, and I love watching them play. I support USA mostly because I live here, but also because I like to watch them improve every time World Cup comes around.

England played well, but they just couldn’t get their shots in the goal. The best part that came out of this World Cup for them, though, was Wayne Rooney FINALLY scoring a goal in the World Cup. I’m devastated that they didn’t advance out of group stage, but at least they have that win, and they were fun to watch.

Spain, on the other hand, went in top-ranked in the WORLD by FIFA, and failed miserably. It was absolutely painful to watch their first two games. My day was ruined when those final whistles blew, and I worked through the rest of the day hoping no one would come talk to me. I expected them to go all the way, and they just got bulldozed by the Netherlands (a team for which I will never cheer because of this and other defeats).

Ghana made a good go of it, losing to USA but DRAWING with Germany, one of the best teams on the planet. Ghana may not have made it out of group stage, but I was proud of them for that. I also felt really bad when USA beat them, because it turns out they were saving all their available electricity to watch that first game on their TVs back in Ghana. If I get properly rich some day, I’m giving money to Ghana. Their devotion to their soccer team is inspiring.

USA, oddly enough, was the only one of my favorite teams to make it out of group stage. So I guess I’m throwing all my support behind them, though I have no idea how they’re going to do against Belgium (another team I’m supporting this year because damn they have good beer and chocolate, not to mention wonderfully friendly people).

As you can see, quite the roller coaster of emotions. And that was BEFORE I decided to become attached to Mexico, mostly because they have the best goalie I have ever seen in my life. Ochoa is a sight to behold. He’s basically a wall that covers the whole goal. Their loss on Sunday to the Netherlands was painful because it means I won’t get to see Ochoa save all the goals for a very long time. I might have a gigantic talent crush on Ochoa. No big deal. The man is a goalie god, though.


You only need to watch the first few seconds to get the idea. The Netherlands have robbed us of this magnificent goalie for World Cup 2014, and it is a travesty.

Nearly every game so far this World Cup has been excellent fun to watch. The teams are all playing phenomenally well, and I HATE that most of the games are live when I’m at work. It’s painful to only be able to listen to the commentary, frantically looking at the screen whenever the crowd gets excited and the commentators start talking really fast. I love talking to my coworkers and friends about the games, discovering new fans every time. We may not all be rooting for the same teams, but we are all enthusiastic about it.

I feel that now is a good time to inform the world that when I’m watching a soccer game, don’t talk to me unless it’s about the game. I don’t have time for small talk when a game I care about it in front of me. Don’t bug me, I’m busy. I’ll talk to you in 90 minutes. I’m not watching these games for the boys, but for the thrill.

In my opinion, there isn’t another sport anywhere near as exciting as soccer. World Cup years are always the best years.

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Spam Poetry

In case you forgot, I’m in a blog pact. There are 10 of us now, and we’ve been going strong for months. This week, however, we had 3 late posters. Three! We’d been doing so well this year! Anyway, this means EVERYONE must write an extra blog post by Friday morning. My brain is still broken from thesis-proposal-writing (2/3 committee members have given their approval though, so the end is near!), so for this extra blog post, I have decided to compose some Spam Poetry (I got this idea from my friend M.M. Jordahl). This is poetry built entirely from spam comments I have received on this blog. My guidelines are simple:

  1. Each stanza only comes from one spam comment.
  2. The only edits to the spam comment I make are 
    1. where to put line breaks
    2. how much of the spam comment I want to use (where to start and where to cut off), and
    3. minor content deletions to make it more poetic (but only at line breaks).
    4. I add NOTHING.
  3. No more than 5 spam comments per spam poem (mostly so I can save them up for later).

So, without further ado, I give you

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I was going to write a post that focused on cosplay, and use Seattle’s Emerald City Comicon as an example, but a few things have gotten in the way. 1.) I didn’t take as many photos of costumes as I meant to. 2.) Graduate school has kept me extremely busy lately, so I don’t have a whole lot of time to do a lot of writing for this week’s post.

Besides, I figured you’re all more interested in photos anyway, so for this year’s ECCC blog post, I give you lots of photos, and a little bit of commentary.

So, what does 75,000 people going to a comic convention look like? Well, something like this.

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This is the type of place where you look weird without a costume. Here are a few of my favorites.

My new favorite nerd family!


Some friends and I posing dramatically with the TARDIS on loan from the Science Fiction Museum in Seattle.



Gender-swapped The Fifth Element.


The littlest Gandalf! Favorite child’s costume I saw.


When I dressed as a blue dalek, I ran into a red one! We had to pose for a few photos.


And I had an epic battle with a friend dressed as the “drunk” Doctor. Great twist on a popular costume. Surprised I hadn’t seen it before!



Absolute favorite costume duo: Elphaba and Galinda of Wicked. Most impressive costumes I saw – the details were stunning.


I met these two standing in an epic line waiting to pick up celebrity photos. Excellent cosplay!IMG_6919

Also, if you want to see some great photography of costumes from this year, check out South of Autumn’s facebook page. He also took a bunch of photos at the costume contest. There was some fantastic cosplay this year. The most popular costumes were Ariel (in various incarnations) and Kaylee Frye, from Firefly.

LEGO was there again, making fantastic nerdy models, and there were some more traditional models there as well.

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Yes, that was a full-sized LEGO model of R2-D2. Favorite thing.

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This year they also had a little art gallery full of art inspired by Game of Thrones. This one was my particular favorite, and was sad to see that it was already sold out.


And last but not least, a few highlights from my favorite panels this year. A couple of them jumped over couches and played with plastic dinosaurs. Excellent fun!

The great Cecil Baldwin, voice of Welcome to Nightvale, looking extremely dapper.


Kris Holden-Ried, who plays Lost Girl’s Dyson, sporting a fantastic shirt a fan gave him the day before. He jumped over the couch while talking about stunts.


Eliza Dushku had her own fun panel, but she also made a couple guest appearances at Alan Tudyk’s. They were having so much fun this weekend, and you could tell. I ended up with two photos with them because Eliza made the mistake of looking at the funny face Alan was making during the first take and laughter ensued. Wash’s plastic dinosaurs made a guest appearance as well, narrated by King Candy!


The Welcome to Nightvale panel was probably my favorite of all the panels I saw. They had some amazing things to say about writing, popularity, and society in general.


Well, there you have it. My experience at Emerald City Comicon was even more excellent than the first time I went, and if you haven’t been to a comicon yet, I highly suggest you get to the nearest one next time it happens. It is an amazing experience.


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The other night I was rudely awoken from my slumber in the wee hours of the morning, and what transpired was an experience I would like to never repeat. Mostly because I did a dumb thing and got lucky.

At 3am I woke to the sounds of a rustling chain-link fence. We have them on the side of our house, and the puppy has a little pen on one side to keep her from escaping, and it happens to be right underneath my window. I have never been so grateful to have them around the house than I was that night.

I was home alone that evening, because my roommate and the dogs were out of town for the week, so I figured I ought to go investigate. I would like at this point in the story to point out that it was 3am, and my wits were not entirely about me, so please try not to judge my upcoming stupidity!

So, I went downstairs and turned on all the lights as I went, thinking I might scare off whatever, or whoever, was out there. That’s when I heard a knock on the door. I peered through the window curtain on the front door, and didn’t recognize the person on the other side.

What I should have done at this point was immediately called the cops about someone prowling around outside my house. But it was 3am, and my first thought was “Oh crap, he’s already seen I’m here. What if he doesn’t go away until I answer the door?” Which is stupid, because if I’d just called the cops that would have taken care of this potential problem in a matter of moments, as they’re only across the bridge. This is why I say I was incredibly stupid, and incredibly lucky that this guy was not a threat.

He was just very drunk.

I opened the door (at least I had enough forethought to put my foot behind the door to stop it from opening further thought), and asked if I could help him. He moved as if waiting for me to let him in. I could smell the alcohol fumes wafting from him from two feet away. Possibly he was also on a less conventional drug. Turns out he was CONVINCED he lived in my house. I told him, no, I lived here, not him. He then demanded the address, and I told him. Then he responded with what I assume is his own house number, which didn’t sound at all like my house number – they didn’t even have any of the same numbers. This went back and forth a few times, and I threatened him somewhere in the middle that I’d call the cops if he didn’t leave. Finally, he stumbled away when he realized I wasn’t going to let him in, and I was pleased to see him run into the front gate on his way off the property.

I immediately checked all the doors and windows, locked extra locks, and covered all the dog doors (yes, I realize I should have done that part right after the dogs left with my roommate, but we leave them open all the time because the dogs are in and out all day and all night long). I also grabbed a knife to take with me to shut the front gate, and this is the point I realized this guy had wandered all the way around the house.

All the chain-link gates were open, and the puppy pen was pulled open on two sides to allow for easier mobility. You’d think that would have been his first clue that he was at the wrong house.

I don’t really have a point to this story, I just thought it was a terrifying and funny experience that may someday work its way into my novel writing.

So, if you think you might get drunk enough to wander around some stranger’s house, take a moment to think about how frightening that might be for the sober person. Question your life choices. Find a way to not be wandering around my house at 3am when I’m home alone, ok? It’s scary.

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So I am one of those rare young people who rarely plays video games. They are pretty much completely foreign to me. I’ll play the Wii when I’m visiting my mom and sister halfway across the country, but that’s mostly for exercise and beating my little sister’s butt at bowling. Once or twice in middle school my stepbrother made me play some 007 game because no one else was around to play. I even thought I was good at that, until he told me he’d given me +10 health, and himself -10 health. But aside from those few forays, I avoid video games.

Computer games are a slightly different matter. I went through a Sims phase, and I have SimCity on my iPad, which is pretty awesome (thank you EA games Christmas sales).

But there was one game that I absolutely loved when I was growing up.


Something about a mysterious island world with BOOKS that lead to other island worlds really caught me. I would have to say that game is definitely one of the significant pieces of my life that lead me to become a writer. Every time I think about it I want to write a story inspired by it. Totally different plot. Probably wouldn’t have a million puzzles to solve. But funky little islands that you get to by opening a book? That would have to play a role.

I’ve got this friend who actually has a version of the games that will run on a modern computer (I made the mistake of upgrading my iOS beyond old-game-playing capabilities), so we got together this evening to test it out. Years ago, I made it as far as Myst III: Exile before I had to stop playing halfway through because my computer decided the game was too old, so we started with that one.

It is still just as awesome as I remember. The graphics are much better than the first game (yeah, I know, not as awesome as the games coming out today), and the scenery is just gorgeous. I admire the imaginations of the people who developed these places.



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Playing this game just makes me want to get all creative and invent a whole new world full of crazy things. Good thing I’m a writer.

I can’t talk about Exile without mentioning the adorable, fuzzy little critters that live on a couple of the islands.

squeeToday we decided to look up what these things are actually called. Are you ready for this?


Not joking here. I don’t know where that name came from, but I choose to believe it is due to the reaction they were expecting to get from people when they saw the adorable little rodents.

After my writing group meeting this week I finally feel like I’m getting back into the mood for writing. I forced myself to start working on revisions to my 2nd draft outline for my Urban Fantasy novel, and I’m getting excited about it all over again. Things are actually starting to make sense again, so yay!

Listening to: My summer playlist – ZZ Ward, Matchbox 20, Joshua Radin, Penguin Prison, London Olympics opening ceremony music, Frank Turner, The Bird & The Bee, Fallulah, Imagine Dragons, Temper Trap.

Currently Reading: The last 20 pages of Richelle Mead’s Succubus Shadows. One book to go! So many feels! Unfortunately I am once again team-decoy-love-interest.

A couple movie reviews:

Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing –

Brilliant movie. Filmed in 12 days at Whedon’s house right after he finished filming Avengers, but you wouldn’t know it by the way everyone brings their best performances out. Cast was perfect. Also, my friends and I have dubbed it “Drunk: The Movie,” because everyone is drinking in almost every scene. When they’re not actively drinking, there is alcohol strewn about the set as if every night is a party. I saw it at Seattle International Film Festival, and I intend to see it again as soon as it hits theaters on June 7th!

Star Trek: Into Darkness –

I remember VERY little from the first revival movie. But this one will stick with me, I think. It was definitely one of those movies that it sucks to watch when you’re a writer, because it was wildly predictable, but I still enjoyed it immensely. I mean. Come one. Benedict Cumberbatch. I’m pretty sure I was on Khan’s side the entire time. I would like Cumberbatch to narrate my life.

The Great Gatsby –

I enjoyed it for what it was – a Baz Luhrmann film. Dude is crazy, but it’s fun to watch. Australia was still his best, followed closely by Moulin Rouge, but Gatsby was still fun. DiCaprio did well in the role, as did Carey Mulligan (in my mind she can do no wrong because she was Sally Sparrow before she got famous). Gatsby was a fun spectacle. I also never read the book, so that didn’t ruin it for me, which I’ve heard from some people.

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