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So, this Captain Awkward article (warning: potentially triggery stuff) has been making the rounds of the internet lately, but I'm going to spread it a little farther because I think it's something pretty much everyone should know - this and John Scalzi's advice on how to avoid being perceived as creepy, not just for the advice itself but for how educational the reader comments to it are as well.

'Cause there's an awful lot of "respecting other people's boundaries won't get me laid" and "but they mean well and it's not fair to hurt their feelings because you felt unsafe" and "it's your responsibility to keep yourself safe because you can't reasonably expect other people to not assault you if you make yourself vulnerable in any way" in there.

I mean, I've been lucky enough to avoid being subjected to the kinds of overt behavior described in the letters in the first article - but pretty much every woman in my local friend-group either has been or personally knows someone else who has. This is a thing. It happens all the damn time.

Aug. 7th, 2012

Mostly unrelated to the previous: new desk buddies!

Tiny Hijikata is judging me for the cluttered state of my desk. Tiny Saito remains moe as hell.


Note to Self

This is really just a note to myself put in a place where I can easily revisit it at necessary intervals, because putting this stuff down on LJ is occasionally helpful:


...I should really not need to be telling myself these things. Oh well!

As an apology to the rest of the internets, have a Sky High macro:

I'm having one of those days in which everything I do just seems so uninspired. I re-read things I've written and suddenly they all seem so terribly flat and shallow, and the upward slope from what I'm capable of to what I want to be capable of starts looking less and less like a slope and more and more like a wall.


Days like these that one xkcd comic hits way too close to home. "The thing standing in the way of your dreams is that the person having them is you."

It'll pass soon, I hope. Not sure what to do with myself in the meantime.


"Oh well, as our contract is official, verbally abusing you isn't going to help matters any."

...why do I get the feeling that's not going to stop you, Archer?

Jul. 8th, 2012

Some more thoughts and further analysis of Hakuoki, mostly regarding the individual routes of the game and the interesting effect that resulted from the order in which I, mostly by chance, played through them.

TL;DR serious business analysis of samurai romance game with vampires in it.Collapse )

Edit to add: Almost as good as playing the game myself? Reading a blind Let's Play by a straight adult man and watching his reactions as he succumbs to an overwhelming case of the feels:

Oh my God.

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a rush of blood through my body, warmth starting in the pit of my stomach and spreading through my chest and up to my face. It’s the kind of adrenaline you get in a moment of shock, where the body floods the system to be ready for anything, fight or flight. I am stunned. There are no words for this — I never expected this to happen. I never thought something like this would happen. ... not to anyone I knew. Even when everything was at its worst, even when we were under fire from artillery shells as we desperately attempted to evacuate Kyoto, I never thought anyone would die.


But [Chizuru] was prepared.

All that up there? All those feelings, those physical reactions, that adrenaline?

That was me in real life.

Oh my God.

Having finished watching the Hakuouki Sekkaroku OVA and investigated translations of drama CDs courtesy of tokio_fujita, I am now halfway convinced that Okita suggested dressing Chizuru up as a geiko and having her spy for them purely to screw with Hijikata.

Okita is now named Trollkita.

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