Thursday, August 25, 2011

ASPCA Fundraiser for my Birthday!



I bet you whatever you are doing is not as important as what I am about to tell you. The other day I decided to do an online fundraiser for my birthday. All I really want for myself is my own olive farm in Italy, but since many of the people I know aren't legally able to purchase land in a foreign country, I am out of luck. But I had a better idea. From now until the evening of September 4th (my actual birthday), I am trying to raise at LEAST $250 for the ASPCA. Why the ASPCA? Because they help those who have no way of voicing their pain. And I've seen too many news articles recently about animals living in terrible conditions with no way of escape. There's already $135 in and still a little over a week to go, and I literally have not felt this marvelous in a long time. I usually love my birthday, but the past ones have been full of this drama and that drama, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how this pans out. I have never done this before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But I'm really hoping that you all will check it out and maybe donate that ten bucks you were gonna use to buy an old Backstreet Boys cd. Rest assured, this is far more worth it.

HELP OUR FURRY FRIENDS!


Donate to my ASPCA fundraiser and not only will I have an awesome birthday, but you WILL BE helping abused and neglected animals! :]


*I've been told that it asks you to sign in with Facebook when you donate, but that isn't required. I think it lists you as "anonymous" if you don't, but just leave a comment on the page or on this post if you like.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

I need this like I've never needed anything before



It'd be hard to fake this photo. Actually it'd probably be very easy, but I'm erring on the side of optimism and extreme hopefulness right now. This is obviously a physical product that I must have in my possession the day that its sku goes live in the system. Whether it's a full dvd set or just a pretty box with the Elder Wand on top, it must be mine.

I ran across this over at Mugglenet, and simply had to gush a little over here. Ok maybe a lot. Maybe I'm already thinking of setting money aside for this marvel of magnificence, perhaps even pushing back my expected date-by-which-I-need-to-have-my-own-place. Maybe I'm looking at my bank account right now and wondering why the hell I bought this Gotham, Pennsylvania tshirt for $20 from CWPress when that $20 could have gone towards the aforementioned higher cause. MAYBE I'M AMAZED AT THE WAY I REALLY NEED YOU.

Mugglenet seems to not actually have the Amazon France listing on their post, so I did some digging myself. And here it is. Now I'm slightly worried because it seems to say that it's exclusive to Amazon France, which is simply unacceptable. I'll be writing many angry letters if this is true. I know there will be tons of "limited edition" sets with lots of extra goodies, and if this is a French exclusive then I need a US exclusive that is somehow forty times better. This must be done.

But I did just find this for what appears to be years 1-6, also on the Amazon France site:


Going to go write my letter to Santa now.

 

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Catsunday and the ASPCA $100k Challenge


...Or Catsunday, if you're bad at keeping to your own schedule.


Clearly I picked the perfect weekend to read Homer's Odyssey by Gwen Cooper. I tore through it in about a day, mostly because I legitimately could not wait to read more of her three cats' antics. I really loved the hilarious way that she narrated these snapshots, where I could just picture all of it with perfect clarity. It was impossible for me not to relate to the way Gwen was so fiercely protective of them. I miss my little baby girl Sophie all day when I'm at work. At the ripe time of 5:30 AM she is almost always crawling around my head, chewing on my hair and gnawing on my arms. She walks all up and down my bed, demanding in meek, though still authoritative, meows, that I get up right this instant. I'm a notoriously grumpy person in the morning, and she really does try her best to get me up, but sometimes after so many times of me moaning "Ughhhh I hate the morninggghdjkhflkds" into my pillow, she suddenly relents. She will come over and lay right in front of me so that she can stare at me, and out of nowhere she'll emit a little mew, reach her paw out, and touch my cheek. I'm not sure why she does it, but it's like she's saying "I'll be right here when you get back, and I've tried my best thus far, but you really need to get the hell out of bed."



Obviously I'm an avid cat lover and really want to find homes for every shelter cat on earth, although that's a pretty lofty and, admittedly, impossible dream. In fact, I don't think there should really even be a ceiling for how many animals we'd like to rescue. The goal should honestly just be to help as many animals as possible, so I think I'll revise my dream to reflect this. Yesterday I stumbled across an event that the ASPCA is doing from August 1 until October 31st that's entitled the $100k Challenge. The basic gist is that if your shelter is the one that sees the largest increase in animals saved in relation to the same period last year, you'll receive the grand prize $100k grant. I'm a little surprised that my favorite local shelter, Animal Friends, isn't involved, but then again it is a national competition, and they may not have gotten enough votes to be one of the final competitors. I've been following the @aspca and their hashtag for the event, #aspca100k, on Twitter this weekend, finding myself really impressed by the numbers that some shelters are putting up. Hundreds in one day, in some cases. But even if your local shelter isn't a contestant this year, that doesn't mean you can't go over and pick up a new kitty or puppy from them, because that could increase their chances of winning the grant next year. Of course, you mostly just want to give an animal its forever home and someone they can always depend on. If any shelters near you are participating though, I'd really love to hear what they're doing to raise awareness to the cause. Send whatever you've got, except cheesy chain mail involving touching e-cards from Blue Mountain or wherever the hell those abominations come from, to ashley@thewanderinggeek.com.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Operation: GTFO and Operation: GROS

I have now entered a phase I can only refer to as Operation: GTFO. Eight months ago I quite abruptly found myself having to move back in with my mother. After being out on my own for a few years and feeling very comfortable in the "real world," returning to my little room littered with Hello Kitty relics and high school mementos was the absolute last thing I wanted. If you add the fact that my mom seems to think I leveled out at thirteen years old and haven't aged since, it's pretty clear that I'm not thrilled with my living arrangements.

I'm turning 24 in a month, entering that range of 24-26 that I would define as "mid-twenties," and I find myself blissfully single and ready to GTFO, if you will. For years I've dreamed of my own place. I learned my lesson early on that I will never live with another girl again. It's either me and my cat, or some unreliable and potentially failure-ridden marriage situation, the latter of which I am in no danger of wanting anytime soon. I just want to, for lack of a better phrase, "do my thing." And basically just be alone for awhile. Maybe shut my blinds and not leave my room for days while I crank out my first masterpiece of writing. And if that's what I need to do to get it done, then that's what I'll do. Because for too long I've been distracted with this drama or that drama, or having to please someone else and worry about them more than myself. I've always prided myself in my ability to care for others, but now, for perhaps the first time, I'm actually going to care about myself. So, yadda yadda, girl power and Independent Women and Me, Myself, and I and such.

Related to Operation: GTFO is Operation: GROS, or Get Rid of Shit. Mainly shit that boys/their families have given me. I have no need of them. I don't gaze at these things longingly, or dream of ripping open that stuffed animal's guts in a vengeful rage, but I really just don't need them. I use that blanket sometimes, and never does it remind me of who gave it to me, but someone else needs that blanket way more than I do. I have too much stuff because I'm sentimental about things and, frankly, incredibly lazy about getting rid of things I just don't need anymore. And what better place to start? No better place at all.

Well I intended to do a Caturday today, but since I went on an unintentional personal rant, I'll delay it for tomorrow instead. I really try not to get into my personal life on here, but this just kind of came out, and I think I'll leave it be this time. So here's a short glimpse at my vulnerable side. Now you see it, now you don't.