Calling all geeks!

Anime North is coming up in May, and I WILL go. Don't have plans with anyone yet, but I will flap my arms and fly there if I have to.

I'm too lazy to color this. It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a cosplayer!

Speaking of cosplaying, I'm probably going to go as Miyuki from Lucky Star. I found a cheap costume, and a wig for less than $10. w00t.

But if I get lazy, I can just put together a sweet loli outfit...

Notice how not cosplaying isn't even an option.

How to be a hipster

Step 1. Wear only clothes from American Apparel or the thrift store, if ironic enough.

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Step 2. Only listen to music no one's ever heard of

Acting like a snob about it is also a requirement.

Step 3. Have a general air of disdain for fellow man.

You're not a good hipster if you don't act aloof and impatient with everyone you meet.

Step 4. Have a blog.

Doesn't matter what it's about, or if anyone reads it, just have one. Also use ellipses frequently....

To be truly underground, follow this blog. It's so obscure, no one even reads it!

 *Ahem* Yes, well.

I also rather like this video.

One last thing to remember: finishing blog posts is SO mainstr

 

Valentine Update

Just wanted to let you know I changed the picture a little, because I didn't have time to do all of it earlier.

Vital Organ Valentine

Well, Valentine's Day is coming up, and since I'm single I thought I'd ruin it for everyone else too.

I've always noticed that heart shapes are not shaped remotely like actual hearts. I know there's a lot of history behind why hearts symbolize love and emotion, but who decided that the actual shape of a heart wasn't good enough, so drew a weird lumpy thing and said that's what a heart looked like?

What could be more romantic than literally removing a vital organ from your body and presenting it to the object of your affection? None of this cards crap.

So every time I see heart-shaped chocolates, or those little Necco pieces of awesomeness, I'm reminded of my lifelong confusion at the hands of a naked baby with a bow and arrow. So then I eat the candy. Because, well, it's candy.