Once upon a time I liveblogged.Then I did stupid shit that related to Homestuck, which I was reading at the time. But some people don't want to read the stupid shit I do.
So PFS_mundane was born for all the stupid shit that's not actually related to the liveblogging.
Updated sporadically. Probably.
oh gods how am I even coherent
send help
it turns out mixing drinks where over half the glass is liquor isn’t a good idea if you’re already sleep-deprived and IF YOU MADE THE FOOL MISTAKE OF TAKING HEADACHE MEDS RIGHT BEFORE BEGINNING TO DRINK
fuck I am so giggly right now it’s ridiculous
AND YET
I SHALL TRY TO KEEP ON APPEARING SANE AND RATIONAL AND oh fuck it when has my liveblog ever been quality HI GUYS I AM CLEARLY CHANNELING ROXY TONIGHT.
If only I didn’t have work in the morning I so want to do a skypechat right now.
That moment where it’s not important enough for tumblr but you can’t remember your twitter password…
(how do I even do that)
At any rate, am pretty much convinced that “Pyrocumulus” is still topping my “current favorite songs” list.
Liveblog returns tonight. Get excited.
/rocks off to work
To-Do List:
- Work: [Wednesday] [Thursday] [Friday]
- The Show: [Friday] [Saturday] [Sunday]
- Zipline refresher: [Saturday] [Sunday]
- Auditions for next show: [Sunday]
- Dress alterations: [MUST BE DONE AND DELIVERED THURSDAY SO IT’S IN TIME FOR THE WEDDING] [idk next week sometime] [should probably get working on those but NO TIME]
- Prepare proposal for directing next season [May 1]
- Find four more hours to put into the day
- Learn to exist on no sleep without having to resort to Uberman
- Particularly because it requires a two-week (roughly) adjustment period
- Keep from falling into a pile of the Onceler oh dear gods what even
Just in case you guys were curious. This would be why I haven’t been around the past few days. I thought about posting up a Homestuck meme or something to bridge time (I can answer questions pretty quickly and it doesn’t take up nearly as much time as doing some quality liveblogging), but I actually feel pretty bad about my CONTINUING HALT so. Can’t decide if it’s worse to leave it hanging or update with something like that AT ANY RATE, I need to go press this bridesmaid’s gown so it’s ready to be finished tomorrow night.
needs caffeine
It’s funny; I want to talk, so I open up a post form, and then I sit there distracting myself and trying to figure out how to phrase what I want to say. “I ought to be posting!” I think instead. “Come on, PFS, we’re awake, and it’s only 10pm. It’s not like we’re going to be sleeping anytime soon. Just— go— and post!”
“But I’m tired,” I whine at myself. “I’m exhausted!”
“Why?”
“I don’t know! I shouldn’t be! I got plenty of sleep last night! But I’m yawning and I’m drained, even though I won’t go to sleep for another few hours.”
Basically, I need to work night shift. Let me go to bed at 7am and wake at 3pm—I would never need an alarm. Instead I try to go to bed at 1 and wake up at 9, and as a result exist in a haze all day long.
(Preaching to the choir here, I know. We’re also going to pretend like it didn’t take me three tries to spell choir right, holy hell.)
Can’t wait to get back to the ziplining; I have a feeling that even though the hours there are long and the conditions at times hellish (last summer we had a few weeks upward of 110ºF/43ºC with no breeze and >70% humidity), I’ll come home a lot more energetic than I do right now.
Iiiiiii think I am going to go and make myself some coffee. Off tomorrow and Sunday, but tomorrow a few friends and I are going out to get away from life, and Sunday is tech, which means spending all afternoon standing under bright lights making faces because SERIOUSNESS WHAT IS THAT. However, tonight I can afford to be caffeinated enough that I stay up until 5am!
Here’s hoping it works and I don’t just go and crash anyways!
blurds asked: Given your range of interests, have you considered moving to NYC? It focuses people. (You also might die, but whatever.) It's not such an unrealistic idea, btw, to spend your life singing or dancing or writing - you have to do other things as well, but living off part-time jobs and doing art can be sustainable even in expensive cities, and a lot of people hang out in that hinterland between fame and respectability. It's a compromise, but it can lead to surprising places.
I have—actually, the applications I was working on last month were for programs in NYC. The problem is that in order for me to plausibly move out there, I would need to find a job paying 25k per year—after taxes—at the bare minimum (that’s assuming $1,000 a month for rent, plus loan payments, groceries, utilities, and a subway pass). Finding a job that pays enough to live off of is difficult, particularly when one isn’t close enough to the city to come in and interview in-person.
I’m also actually a pretty cautious person. I have a bunch of friends who could just pick up and move and worry about the details when they get there, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable going unless I knew that I was going to be living here for this long, and I had this to fall back on, and I’ve got this long to get into my own place which I want in this borough due to reasons and I’m going to be working at this place and so I know I have a source of money so long as I’m not stupid about it.
Sorry, that was a bunch of numbers-babbling and you probably didn’t need to know all of that! Yes, I would love to move to NYC; it’s just not financially possible yet. But the plan is there!
blurds asked: What do you want to be when you reach whatever kind of adulthood is permanent?
I actually still don’t know.
That’s probably pretty bad for me to actually admit to, because by this point I should be out pursuing whatever it is I want to do. But the problem is that I love too much. All I know is that I want to work in entertainment—I love to write, I love to read and analyze, I want to share with other people the imagery I see in my own head. I want to direct, communicate my vision and bring to life a story for the rest of the word to live through. I love to sing, I love to dance—I can’t act for my life, though, which is funny considering how much acting I do on a day-to-day basis.
If I could spend the rest of my life writing or dancing or singing, I would be happy. But that’s not realistic.
I want to work in publishing, or film, or television or audio drama. Work in acquiring rights for movie adaptations of books. I’m pretty handy with a sewing machine—I’m doing prom dress alterations on top of my normal job right now. Come May I’ll be ziplining again and entertaining people by dancing forty feet up in the air and singing into my walkie that the line is clear for the next person to zip across.
Hi, my name is PFS and sometimes I segue into incredibly idealistic babbling.
This isn’t the question you asked, but my approach to life is that I want to make people happy. Whether I accomplish that by throwing them out seventy feet up over a lake suspended on a singular half-inch cable, introducing them to a new world and allowing them to escape into it, or just by being my normal sarcastic-yet-unapologetically-silly self… well, as long as I can do that, I’m happy.
Ideally, I’d love to write and publish my own books. The trouble is that I just don’t have the time and ability (financially or mentally) to focus on that with everything I have. And I don’t want to compromise and settle for something that’s merely “good enough.”
So right now, I don’t know.
Does that answer the question at all?
TMI TUESDAY
Because why not. WHY NOT IS WHY.
Ask your questions! (If you have any, that is.)
That moment when you realize you keep wriggling around and shifting how you’re sitting because you’re trying like a toddler to keep yourself awake.
I’m going to bed.
I feel like Karkat while facing down applications.
Mostly because this one just involves me being a little ball of COMPLETE AND UTTER RAGE while doing this.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY RECOMMENDERS WERE SUPPOSED TO FILL OUT THESE FORMS WELL IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW THIS SHIT BACK WHEN I STARTED THE APPLICATION INSTEAD OF YOU SAYING IT ON THE LAST FUCKING PAGE ”
then shouting and capslocking about application fees and just basically the entire application being ridiculous.
Applications should be straightforward and explain everything necessary on the first page, preferably with the appropriate links to applicable forms. BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, THAT MIGHT MAKE SENSE.
Also tumblr, this whole business where I command+I, you italicize, I command+I to end the italicizing and you unitalicize everything we just wrote? NOT WORKIN’ OUT FOR ME THANKS.
> be pfs at work
> at end of break go to toss phone and coat back into locker
> SUDDENLY
> A CALLING CARD
> DIAMONDS
I’m only glad it wasn’t an ace. Then I might’ve had to wonder who was trying to fuck with me because what the fuck
yep
