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my mom calls me jellybean but my dad calls me doodlebug. :V
My mom still calls me Dolly.
Melo. Since the first day. Still called Melo. Occasionally called Tim, but not by my parents.
Casper. The movie came out when I was like 5, and Casper is close to Cassie, so the nickname kind of stuck
Fruitcake. No one calls me this anymore and my real dads side of the family are the only people who really called me this ever. My mums family didn’t give me a nickname because I yelled at them if they tried.
Ber, because they felt the need to find SOME way to squeeze a nickname out of Amber. This caused so much confusion when people would say burr when it got cold out. (Alternatively: Pumpkin Head because my family is cruel)
Zoebird. At one point in middle school my friends found out about this nickname and tortured me with it, but I always had a certain fondness for it, since I never had any other nicknames (there is literally no way to get a nickname from Zoe).
Bob because I couldn’t hold my head up(seizures. blue)
Lysha-bug. I’ll never know why.
Becky, Boo-cur or something, I can’t sound shit out. My aunt still calls me Rebecca K. Peeples.
… That reminds me, I have to clean my book cases and vacuum. I also suggest soaking a towel and putting it on your neck?
Haha, nice to know I’ve reminded you. I was thinking of that but my Dad caught me and told me off. He doesn’t want anything dropping on my new carpet. But I doubt water would do it any harm.
Well, the thing is I’m going on vacation for three weeks, and Dad’s staying home to take care of the dog. He would totally clean my room without my consent so… I’m doing it now so he doesn’t. I don’t want him finding/throwing away things of mine. :/
tried doing more than that with exalted, got burned
so uh nope
you guys can have it
This is kind of the way. I solve it by looking around for other people cowering under rocks nearby and making a little colony. We can pass fanart to each other and whisper headcanons via a series of tunnels.
Throw in some meerkat scouts and that’s usually how I deal with the Exalted fandom. >.>
and then i ended up with a Graphic Design major at SJSU, except i fucking hate doing art and a basic 2D art class was enough to make me ragequit
and then i transferred to software engineering (and eventually computer science) because computers are more up my alley anyway
and now people think i’m fucking insane for even being able to write “hello world” programs and withstand any math above MATH 8, but fuck them, they also do shit that i don’t care to master so it evens out
… Honestly, I think they are more insane for thinking that having capabilities in math and science is a sign of madness. :V And this is from someone who stops at integrals and can’t go past it.
when i was little, i didn’t want to grow up. being a grownup looked like a seriously shitty fate. grownups always seemed angry and stressed-out and tired. they didn’t know how to have fun. even my mom, who has a great imagination and loves to write and draw, didn’t seem to enjoy it like i did. even my dad, who has awesome machines to play with and likes to do things outdoors, didn’t seem to appreciate what he could do. and they were the best grownups; all the others seemed sort of defeated and it was horrible to contemplate.
now that i’ve achieved the big Double Sawbuck, i can say with authority that most grownups are Doing It Wrong.
being a grownup is awesome.
i am the boss of me. i am the captain of my own ship. i chart my own course, i choose my own missions. i take full credit for my success, and my failures are mine to learn from.
it’s hard work, and it can be lonely, knowing there’s no one whose full-time job it is to make sure you’re okay. but i have a tight little tribe of amazing people to rely on and to be there for, and that’s a treasure that can only be achieved by people who make their own decisions.
the famous ‘mid-life crisis’ is for people who embraced the surface trappings of adulthood without understanding the core of it. people who thought it was all about looking grown up, having the things grownups have, talking and acting grown-up, until it starts to dawn on them that deep down, they’re still a schoolkid handing in homework and getting graded.
instead, i am having a mid-life satisfaction. i can be as much of a kid as i want, i can have a mohawk and wear silly clothes and be in fandoms, i can sing loud in the car and make stupid jokes, and no one can stop me. i can also be the guy who decides what car to buy, who takes care of seebs when he’s sick and helps out my bros when they need a little cash, who does my own research and forms my own opinions and votes my own politics, who takes credit for my own achievements.
these past 40 years were hard work. sometimes painful, sometimes confusing, sometimes incredibly fun. i’ve been places, seen things, met people. i have a rich treasury of experiences to draw from, and the power to go experience more. my body may not have as much energy as it used to, but my mind is running on full power. i’ve changed the world for the better in a lot of little ways, and i think i can do even more from here on in.
i like the person i grew up to be. i’m proud of me.
I think my fear of growing up set in when I was eighteen or so and just about to go off to college. I’d grown up watching my wonderful mom never having time to herself, basically running the house on her own, hating holidays because of the apparently mandatory stress they brought on, etc. Growing up sounded like a terrifying, crippling thing, a literal No Fun Allowed zone.
As I got older I met more and more adults who turned this notion on its head, but I could never seem to shake the idea. I’m still having problems doing so, though I’m a lot less panicky about it (which is great, since I’m graduating college in four months!).
My favorite book of all time, Le Petit Prince, discusses grown-ups and how they always seem to be concerned with “matters of consequence”, a catch-all term for anything an adult might focused on that isn’t actually all that important, and miss what is; the titular character teaches the narrator (a grown-up himself) that those matters of consequence aren’t the only consequential things there are.
But I think what I’m trying to learn is that matters of consequence don’t mean you can’t appreciate and love and pour time into an imaginary sheep in an imaginary box, to stretch the metaphor too thin.
So anyway, what I initially meant to reblog this with: thanks for sharing, Jesse, it’s really encouraging to read Real Live Grown-Ups saying things like this. And happy birthday!
“I feel excluded whenever there are talks about dementia, about losing mental faculties — often enough, disability in general. “Dementia is worse than death,” I’ve heard. “Dead, but breathing.” I’m part of an online atheist community where people have said they’d kill themselves if they… found themselves losing their mental faculties, were going blind, had to use a wheelchair regularly. In multiple communities, I’ve seen people say life isn’t worth living if… disability — disabilities I have. (To be fair, I’ve heard this outside of atheist communities, too.) This tells me their base position is that people like me (which includes me, though they claim otherwise), shouldn’t be alive. Outside of personal confrontation, it’d be hard to make me feel less included than that.”
This survey response is all-around awesome.
Also, I wish I had known this survey was going on *while* it was going on. I’ve intentionally avoided my campus’ atheist/skeptic group since last winter, when I ended up sitting in on a discussion of how true personhood didn’t apply to anyone who hadn’t completed and comprehended up to a US fourth grade curriculum.
You start in the OHOA(?) region in Agate Town, where Professor Panda introduces you to the wonderful world of Pokemon and you set out on your journey to the metropolis of Pyrite City, stopping along the way in the sleepy town of Jaspervale. In Pyrite City, you quickly make your way up the ranks of the competitive gym circuit, conquering each of the three district’s respective gym leader. You next make your way to Rubytown, stopping to visit the famous hot spring resort, and battle the sultry gym leader who runs them to pick up the onsen badge. Your progress to the other big tourist town of the main island, Berylville, is blocked by a mysterious cloud of pollen that makes anyone who comes in contact with it woozy. You’re forced to cut around past the outskirts of pyrite city, where you stumble into the city dump, and have to beat the resident toxic lolita, who gifts you with a gas mask, allowing you to brave the daunting cloud of spores surrounding Berylville. After using HM05 Breeze, which also allows you to Wind Surf, to clear the air, the residents explain that Team Hipster took over the Berylville gym, and while trying to capture the gym leader’s pokemon, caused them to release massive clouds of sleep pollen. After defeating the spa gym leader, she informs you of Team Hipster’s other ne’er-do-welling on the surrounding islands. You make your way to Hematite town, where you have to solve the mystery of the missing gym before you can continue to the secluded town of Obsidia, where Team Hipster has set up one of their bases in a run down dive bar. Things come to a head once you make your way to Fire Opal island, where you have to battle a reclusive dragon gym leader, and also the leader of Team Hipster.
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The normal gym provides the Pudding Badge~
And oh, too bad we can’t do legendary turtles or something neat like that, the patrons of each island?
Since you guys really loved this photoset (8k+ notes fff), and since school is starting and you’ll be surrounded with books again, I’m offering a set of bookmarks. They’ll be printed on half-glossy paper and as spiffy as can be, promised. I’ll add a handwritten card, too, with a little doodle as thanks!