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Firstly: Happy new year! (Even though my family does not celebrate the Lunar New Year, I figured today was an appropriate day to actually blog about a new year!)
Secondly: Wow, it’s been…a long time since I’ve blogged anything substantial.
This is what happens when you have a youthful face, a teenaged brother, and young-looking parents: people assume you’re still in school. Once I ordered una cerveza when my family and I went on vacation together to Cancún last year, but the waiter came back with a 7Up. When I sent it back asked for a beer, he looked to my parents to see if it was okay with them. Mind you, the drinking age is 18 in Mexico.
*Omona is pretty much the Korean equivalent of “Oh my goodness!”
For those curious, it was the multi-eyed monster thing that came lurching out from the right side of the frame. ;dfa qedsfSWDEFSse f I had to immediately close out the window.
Happy Halloween, everyone! Halloween is my favourite holiday, for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that it’s the one day I’m sanctioned to play dress up in public. If I had my druthers, everyday would be Halloween, but alas, I am not Queen of the Universe (the last I checked anyway).
The Doctor and Rose...on a pumpkin!
Other reasons to love Halloween include the beginning of the “holiday season” here in the US, a definite turning of the seasons here in the Northeast, pumpkin and apple-flavoured hot drinks, and giving the finger to my Korean Presbyterian upbringing by loudly proclaiming the Devil’s holiday as the one I worship above all others.
Now I glory in all things creepy and gothic, and a while back, I wrote a post wondering why horror seems to have gone out of vogue in children’s fiction, and I love a good scare more than anyone. So I will be brave and air my irrational fears before you.
Today’s blog post is brought to you by the letter F: for fatigue, feelings, and feminism.
So here I was, all ready to talk about my blog fatigue, when something actually sets a fire beneath my ass and gets me posting again. (Although to be fair, I have been writing; I just haven’t been blogging.)
I found a TARDIS outside the Earl's Court Station in Kensington. Actually, I think this is a real (but defunct) police call box, but still! A TARDIS.
As embarrassed as I can occasionally be about my rampant Anglophilia, I am unashamed of my obsessive fangirlism. Well, maybe not “unashamed”. More like “have come to terms with”. I am desperately uncool, but at 26, I’m okay with that. I am what the Brits might uncharitably call an “anorak” about many things, but whatever. I may be both a geek and a nerd, but at least I have a modicum of social grace. (For this I can thank finishing school cotillion.)
Well and so, but really, when it comes to the Doctor Who Experience, all ideas about playing it cool go out the window.
But work has overwhelmed me. Dear people of the world looking to break into editorial: be ye warned, there be homework ahead. Lots of it. If you thought the one perks of adulthood was escaping homework, then let me disabuse you of that notion. ALL THE HOMEWORK EVER!
Tower Bridge, or I Can't Take A Level Photo To Save My Life.
I don’t write much, or even take photos much in London.
It’s partly due to the fact that I am no longer alone–Psychic Roommate is with me now en route to Avignon–but also partly because I’m not a tourist here. Not quite, anyway.
Why this isn’t an option in Salzburg, I will never know.
In an attempt to spend down my euros before leaving Austria (I hate having spare change in multiple currencies–I still have about €0,69 in a piggy jar at home), I buy every prepackaged thing in the Vienna airport. (Der Flughafen, a word I adore.) Even their airport cappuccino is amazing, although I can’t say the same for their plastic-wrapped sandwiches. Plastic-wrapped sandwiches taste exactly the same no matter where you are: slightly moist bread slathered with slightly warm mayo with a limp piece of lettuce and tomato with half-hearted bits of filling in between.
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