Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Alyssa Bereznak: Who The *bleep* Did I Date?!

This is a response post to an article posted on Gizmodo, an article linked to me through G+ by TheTankTheory. His response is posted on his page, This 8-Bit Life. Another response he shared that I enjoy is posted over at NerdPuddle.

There is a show on the Investigation Discovery channel called Who The &!*$/ Did I Marry?, and it chronicles the lives of women who marry serial rapists and killers. Reading through Alyssa Bereznak's article on Gizmodo, you would think she had a similar story.

She created a profile on OKCupid because she "came home drunk" one night. From the get-go, Alyssa is making excuses and blaming a root cause on her action: the alcohol made her search the internet for a date. Red flag number one; if this woman cannot own up to willingly creating a profile because she feels it will aid her in her search for a guy, then how will this article end? Well, maybe it is the truth and it just simply took the drinking to ease her nerves about setting up a profile. It happens to the best of us at times, so why not give her the benefit of a doubt? Let's rescind that first strike and begin the profiled dating.

Friday, August 26, 2011

When Two Geeks Get Hitched

When my husband proposed, I was lost.

Of course I said YES, but I had no clue what to do next. I'm not a typical girl; I had never thought about my wedding, I had only ever focused on the kind of guy I wanted and the life (ahem, family) that would follow. The months that followed the ring were filled with brainstorming and idea dumping. Hours were spent talking about what we could or would do. I would toss out one thought and Jason would agree or disagree, and notes were taken.

There was one major rule determined almost immediately:
Jason: "There will be no Star Trek!"
Me: "OK, fine. If there can be no Star Trek, there won't be any Star Wars!"

Friday, August 19, 2011

Geeky, Nerdy Video Playlist

There are gems scattered across the internet. Thanks to some very creative geeks and nerds, there are some wonderful spoof music videos and original content fan tribute songs. The following are just some of the examples of what you can find with the right searches on the right pages (much thanks to all the nerd news pages / podcasts for links to most of these). When I have time to do a more thorough search of my bookmarks and when/if I come across more, I will update this post. Enjoy!

Beware: Some of these are NSFW!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

It Feels Good To Be Home!

It has been awhile since I last blogged for myself and it feels good to return to Blogger to begin again.

This time, however, I will not be blogging under a complete pseudonym, merely a bare mask. Think of this as the grand ballroom in which a masquerade ball is held. Some of you know me, or think that you do, but you can't be one hundred percent certain because of the feathered mask pinned over my eyes. It is black, like my hair, with a few purple dyed plumes puffed up to offer height to my short stature. I have gone the extra mile with my lined makeup and the shadow-play of color, but the brown eyes peering up at you as we dance are completely natural. My lips smile at your humor, the only additive a slight gloss, which tastes sweet to my tongue tracing over the lower lip before biting back a retort; a lady must mind her manners, especially at such a sensuous soiree.

The music picks up and my skirt lifts as I twirl away. Yes, I can dance in these heels. Why does this bother so many people? Why is it hard to believe that a young woman with plenty to offer a man would want to sharpen her brain with wit and knowledge? I have danced with many partners and have found that most would prefer me barefoot, with child, tending the cooking. I have even been told, to my face, that my skill at problem solving and my ingenuity were a shock - because he had assumed that I, as a young woman, had been hired for my looks.

Halt the orchestra, let the partners stumble in the sudden silence.

Yes, this is who I am. And I am here to stay. It feels damn good to be home again.