Stuff, Bags, and Gender Profiling

Today I bought myself a nice new wallet. I needed to retire my Warehouse 13 one and it seemed like a good day to get something new.

When I showed the wallet to my dad, explaining how I had to go to the men's section at Target as none of the "women's" wallets fit in my pocket, he brought up a decent point.

"It's because you don't have a purse."

It was true. I didn't. Or don't I guess...blagh grammar.

The comment had me thinking about what I would do in the event I needed a bag to carry things about in.

Here are the options:

Purse

Backpack

Messenger Bag

Purse is the obvious choice.

One tiny problem.

I don't like purses.

They're stupid! They all are trying to look like an accessory instead of what they really are, a bag. They are all weird looking under people's arms and seem awkward to carry about all the time.

Backpacks don't try to disguise their purpose. They hold your stuff and they focus on that. Pockets, compartments, zippers galore.
I love backpacks. To be honest, I would totally wear a backpack if it didn't look like I might be carrying a bomb everywhere I go.

Which leaves dear messenger bag. This is more me. Enough room for a laptop (suck on THAT purse) and all my stuff.

But what about makeup Thunderbird? Where does that go?

If you actually thought that I need to carry more than my phone, iPod, keys, and wallet...I laugh in your face.

Seriously.

In

Your

Face

HA

Really though.

Anyways, after I went through this thought process I decided I probably do need at least a laptop bag. I decided I'll get a blank one, draw a design, scan said design, and iron it on. Per Son Ill Eyes...Duh.

But all this stuff had me a thinking some more.

While I was at Target, I wanted to check out the MLP:FiM mech. I knew of course I needed to find a pink aisle and move on from there.*

But why?

Why do I have to go into an all pink paradise? Why is it filled with just dolls?

Better question: Why do I see that just a short walk away is a colorful aisle filled with action figures and cars and superheroes?

I have to say this little lady put it best

Why DO girls have to buy pink stuff and all the boys get the different color stuff?

Why DO I have to go to the men's side to have a wallet that isn't six inches long?

Why DO birds suddenly appear?

Maybe one day humans will have that all figured out, but for now you'll find me wandering through whatever color aisle I fraking feel like being in.



*This whole next part amuses me because most MLP:FiM fans are male. Brony!

Questions: THE RETURN

Guys...I am so bored...

1: What are you wearing?
Clothing
 2: Ever been in love?
With a show
 3: Ever had a terrible breakup?
With the vaccuum
 4: How tall are you?
Averagish
 5: How much do you weigh?
A weight
 6: Any tattoos do you want?
No
 7: Any piercings that you want?
Gosh No
 8: OTP?
JORI
 9: Favorite Show?
Warehouse 13
 10: Favorite bands?
Radiohead, Pixes, BnL, Chicken Heads...
 11: Something you miss?
My old phone. Mr. Numbers...
 12: Favorite song?
Like I'd know...
 13: How old are you?
An age
 14: Zodiac sign?
Sea-goat
 15: Hair Color?
Red
 16: Favorite Quote?
"You're going to hell."
"I know!"
 17: Favorite singer?
Thom Yorke?
 18: Favorite color?
Like I'd know
 19: Loud music or soft?
Depends
 20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
Mah room
 21: How long does it take you to shower?
Well, how long will I have hot water?
 22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
Not long
 23: Ever been in a physical fight?
With objects
 24: Turn on?
The radio. Blast the stereo riiiiiiight now.
 25: Turn off?
Hate
 26: The reason I joined Tumblr?
Twitter
 27: Fears?
Heights, Change, eh...
 28: Last thing that made you cry?
Sykes
 29: Last time you cried?
A few weeks ago
 30: Meaning behind your url
My Tumblr url parkitcharlie? Sheep. That's a whole blog post...
 31: Last book you read?
Slipping By Barri Bumgarner
 32: Last song you listened to?
This Day From MLP:FiM
 33: Last show you watched?
Bath Crashers...I think? I wasn't paying attention
 34: Last person you talked to?
My Mother
 35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
Me and twitter? Oh we're tight.
 36: Favorite food?
The pasta...with the chicken and the tiny green trees
 37: Place you want to visit?
SDCC
 38: Last place you were?
The Skinny
 39: Do you have a crush?
No, I don't like orange soda that much
 40: Last time you kissed someone?
Two minutes ago. Sparta...
 41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?
Dang, I don't remember
 42: What color underwear are you wearing?
Blue? I think?
 43: What color shirt are you wearing?
Yellow
 44: What color bottoms are you wearing?
Blue
 45: Wearing any bracelets?
Nada
 46: Last sport you played?
Improv. It's a sport...
 47: Last song you sang?
This Day
 48: Last prank call you remember doing?
On the bus man. I told a guy his number was DIE-SLOW. He said cool and hung up.
 49: Last time you hung out with anyone?
Today
 50: Favorite movie?
My Name is Bug's Digimon. Or you know a tie between My Name is Jerry, A Bug's Life, and The Digimon Movie

A Statement on Chuck Norris

I start off by saying I was never really a fan of Chuck Norris.

His jokes never really cut it for me.

I never said so of course, not because I knew I would be ridiculed, because I simply didn't want to start a fight.

I'm not a very conflict loving person.

Anyways, I went on, not loving Chuck Norris while everyone else (it seemed anyways) flipped.

Today I happen across an article discussing the 'outrage of allowing gays into boy scouts'
The author of said article was credited to none other than Mr. Norris himself.

Now the website seemed legitimate, but none the less I went and brought up his wiki page to discover that he does indeed write. A quick jump to the sources and I discovered that he is indeed very much a conservative Christian.

Now I'm not saying you should shun Chuck Norris. I try to avoid that behavior. If I dislike something, say the song 'Baby' I'm not going to hate Bieber for it. I'm not going to insult him and I'm not going to laugh at jokes that do just that. I'm going to make up my mind and move on.

In the case of Chuck Norris, I feel he is a generally good man. I'm saddened to hear his way of thinking excludes LGBT and I still don't find his 'Facts' funny, but I don't hate him.

I just thought you'd all like to know.

This is an except from an article by Chuck Norris entitled Guns, God and gays

Lastly, I was appalled when I read the American Family Association report that on Friday, April 25, several thousand schools across the nation will be observing a “Day of Silence,” or DOS, which is a nationwide push to promote the homosexual lifestyle in public schools. (DOS is sponsored by an activist homosexual group – the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network.)

Is encouraging or teaching about homosexuality what our forefathers expected for the public education they founded? Even the most liberal among them opposed it. For example, Thomas Jefferson drafted a bill concerning the criminal laws of Virginia, in which he proposed that the penalty for sexual deviance should be unique corporal punishment. Jefferson’s views were indeed representative of early America.

“Whosoever shall be guilty of rape, polygamy, or sodomy with man or woman shall be punished, if a man, by castration, if a woman, by cutting thro’ the cartilage of her nose a hole of one half inch diameter at the least” (Bill 64, 1779). Can you imagine a statesman proposing such a law today?

While I’m not of course espousing such treatment, I do believe that we should equally and adamantly oppose such aberrant sexual behavior from being condoned or commemorated in our public schools through textbooks or a so-called “Day of Silence.”

You can check to see if your local schools are on the DOS observance list. Whether they are or not, write their administrators to inform them your family will be boycotting the event if it takes place in your vicinity.

That's all I have to say about Chuck Norris.

Also on a related note, I did partake in my school's Day of Silence

Pine Trees*

Today was the first day of Improv camp. And I can tell you right off the bat that I learned one very important thing.

But first, let me chat Improv club.

Mondays 3 to 4 is my school's improv club. It's lead by the fearless Mr. Snodgrass, an English teacher and a player over at my town's local improv joint. The club's members are scraggly** group of about 8 or so teens. Most from my own circle of friends and those that weren't were quickly added.

For that hour each week, we played a vast range of games from Freeze to Montage to Spotlight. I always looked forward to it, even on the days I felt crummy. Especially on the days I felt crummy.

Our rag-tag group excelled at all the games. Sure, some of us were better than others***, but for the most part, we rocked the stage (erm...hallway...)

We all had our favorite games of course, but it never really mattered to me if we played Park Bench or Scenes From a Hat because I knew I would be able to go up there with anyone of these punks and have a decent scene.

Now I can go back to camp.

The group is larger this year, some familiar faces, a ridiculous amount of dyed hair...

They're a rowdy bunch and just like my club, some are better than others.

This I had expected. Larger groups tend to be noisy and hard to handle, there are always a few that shouldn't really quit their day-jobs.

But here is what I learned.

I'm extremely fortunate to have Improv Club.

I had no idea how much they had my back until I came to this camp.

The first game on the list for camp was Name and Action.

Okay.
It's not a game. It's an icebreaker.

You say your name and put it with an action starting with the same letter.
Trampling Thunderbird
Napping Nicole
Elbows-crossed Eli
That sort of thing.

We didn't finish that game.

Nobody was listening, the people didn't care, the instructor (poor guy) sat out. Chaos.

We played some other things before break too.
Human Knot- Everyone gave up
Machine- People weren't accepting ideas
Ninja- They wouldn't shut up about it so our instructor gave in

After break we moved to stage games.

Mr. Know-it-all - Questions all about murder. Answers that made little sense.
Directed Story- Stories were short and often changed topic.

At the end he asked which one they liked better.

Not surprisingly, I was the only one who said Directed Story.

Back at Improv Club, we had some good times with both. We followed the rules of the game and as a result had a good time. Mr. Know-it-all was good, yeah, but for a performance you only get what the audience asks. Sometimes they aren't very creative.... "My dog can't go inside the store, what should I do?" Directed Story is great because of how it's played. A great big adventure told by a group of people.

It's not really that the people here at camp suck, they just are new. They don't know the difference between looking like an idiot, being an idiot, and acting like an idiot.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: I'm really lucky to have worked with the people I did at Improv Club. They were all super talented in their own ways.







*Get it? I was being a little...sappy!

**Okay...we aren't really 'scraggly' whatever.

***No, this is NOT a subtle way of saying I'm better than everyone. You guys should know me better...

New Phone

This, as you may or may not of guessed, is a rant.

Okay, I got my new phone. The LG Xpression, or whatever.

Before I can talk about that though, I must go back.

Back to my old phone.

Here is what I use the phone for:
Contacting people when needed
Texting friends when bored
Using texts to send to twitter.

That's it. Sometimes I take pictures, not often, sometimes.

What are my requirements in a phone?
Full Keyboard
Unlimited Messaging

That's it. I just want to send my freaking tweets/texts.

I was horrified to see my options when I set about getting a new phone.

First off, all touch screen. This isn't the kind of phone you can drop all the time. It WILL crack and you WILL have to live with that.

Second, all web browsing. Great! I don't have a data plan!

Third, all trying to be a smartphone without being a smartphone.

As previously stated, I don't care what the hell it does. As long as I can contact people when I need to and tweet.

So I get my Xpression.

Touch screen, web features I can't use, fancy camera options...all that jazz.

The big feature of this phone is supposed to be texting.

The keyboard is fine I guess, conversations option is something new for me, super easy to add media to the text.

It passes with flying colors then right?

Wrong.

I send a tweet from my phone.

The biggest thing I use my phone for.

Later I look at the tweet online and it's been spilt in two.

I recommend skipping the next paragraph.

WHAT THE FREAK? WHY DID YOU DO THAT CAN I NOT SEND TWEETS? THAT IS WHY I'M OKAY WITH NOT BEING ABLE TO GET ONLINE! IF I CAN SEND MY TWEETS IN ONE MESSAGE THEN I CAN USE THIS PHONE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I FRIKKEN USE MY PHONE FOR. I TWEET I TWEET OFTEN AND I TWEET WHEN I AM AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I CAN RECEIVE TWEETS IF I CAN'T SEND THEM. I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY OTHER PRO IF I CAN NOT SEND A TWEET IN ONE MESSAGE.

Essentially it splits the message if it is over 67 characters.

Dude, 140 is limit enough. I don't need my phone holding my back as well.

I'm dead serious when I say if I don't find a way to fix this it's going straight back to the store.

BREAKING NEWS

This morning one of the chairmen of Thunderbird Productions was pronounced dead.

Mr. Numbers was the head of the Cellular Comunications Department at Thunderbird Productions. Co-workers and close friends recall him as fun loving, always connected with everyone, and a good party planner. The annoucement of his death however, did not come as a shock to many. In his last few days, he was said to have trouble taking charge and always seemed low on energy. This upcoming October would of been his fourth year as chairman.

He will always be remembered as the founder of the Cellular Comunications Department, one of the most widely used branches of Thunderbird Productions.

A replacement for Mr. Numbers is being sought out today. He will be missed dearly.



So yeah, my phone is dead. As in dead dead. As in 'I need a new phone' dead. DEAD.

It's a bummer, mostly because it was my first phone. Plus I've had it for almost four years...

Anyways, I'm going to get a new one today. I'll try to post later.

Out at Home*

I ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE A POST TODAY! I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED!

This won't be much of a post really, I'll make two tomorrow okay?

Last night I thought a bug invaded my fort. It crawled on my arm and I freaked out and flipped shiz. I then proceeded to sweep the area with a flashlight until I was certain it was gone. This morning it occurred to be that it was probably just a piece of fuzz.

The moral of the story is, don't jump to conclusions. You might need the sleep.

Anyways, that next morning my mom woke me up at 7 to tell me she wasn't waking me up at 7.

*facepalm*



*Oh it's just this webcomic I'm reading. No not Questionable Content. Another one. OUT AT HOME.