Okay, so I let them off my mind; back to the other project!

• TERRA: Wouldn’t a part of you but just a LITTLE disappointed that it’s not the other Matt Smith?
  TERRA: When they get married, I hope she looks deep into his eyes and sees another Matt Smith standing inside, waving.

I’m dead.

Dead.

And this, my friends, is why everyone needs a Wicked Cool Riley in their lives.

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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.

Tangentially related to the first point: It bugs me that the dragons of Avatar: The Last Airbender are fire-breathers. In an otherwise well-researched Asian-inspired world, this inconsistency bugs me, as Asian dragons are primarily associated with weather and bodies of water and clouds…so I would have expected Waterbenders to have them as their representative creature. Associating dragons with fire is a Western thing. I bring this up, as it is incidentally the Year of the Water Dragon (hence the photo).

Also tangentially related to the first point: My mother’s family has always been rather Westernized (because they were Christian, a minority group when my mother was growing up in Korea), therefore we typically do the traditional Korean New Year things on January 1st–the solar new year–not on the lunar new year. We made Korean rice-cake and dumpling soup and visited my grandfather’s grave while I was home, but did not sebae my grandmother, as my knee-surgery prevents me from giving her a proper bow. (Sorry, Halmeoni!.)

Tangentially tangential to the first point: I just finished Avatar: The Last Airbender and I AM SUFFERING FROM WITHDRAWAL, PLEASE SEND HELP. (A blog post about this may be forthcoming. Providing I can find the energy, that is.)

As for the second…I don’t know, guys. Blogging’s been pretty hard to maintain lately. I’ve already written about blog fatigue, and while that’s still in place, I’m also having difficulties figuring out what to write. When I was younger, I used to blog about my shallow, shallow life, which gradually started shifting into thoughts about media, which gradually evolved into thinking about social justice aspects in said media. It’s exhausting! A lot of the things I will have Ideas, which I think will spawn a blog post, only to find that someone else has said what I meant better and more succinctly (and usually on Tumblr).

This usually leaves me feeling like this:

My blog is apparently having an existential crisis! Who knew internet diaries could have existential crises separate from their writers? I didn’t.

This has been a random update. That is all.

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!”