If You Can Appreciate Those Things Referenced Above, I Think You'll Appreciate this Blog. For a more complete list of Those Things Without Which I Feel Life Would Not Be Worth Living, check out the fandoms link at the top of the index. The only things I post that aren't fandoms or referenced above are things I find amusing, silly, or otherwise enjoyable.

I'm a deliberate blogger who relies on his queue to maintain a steady and balanced offering. I often don't post more than a dozen or so items each day. If I re-blog something, I truly find it worthy of sharing and I hope you'll feel likewise. This can make my posts blend in or get lost in your dashboard, but I prefer it to assaulting you with a stream of spam.

Make sure to take a look at the top links for a quick "Get to Know Me" -- and if you really want to explore a wealth of epic content, then go through my Archive which goes all the way back to the end of August 2011 without interruption.

In Addition to This Blog, which is my primary, I also co-run three others. One of them being the top Star Trek blog on Tumblr, Star Trek GIFs. I also founded and serve as editor for the DS9+VGR Confessions blog and co-run one of the only active Terminator blogs on Tumblr. Finally, I'm on staff at the largest fan-run Star Trek site, TrekCore.com, where amongst other things I've helped flood the web with a multitude of rare and behind the scene photos.

If this is what your Tumblr theme looks like?  You’re doing it wrong.
Bright color bland backgrounds, tiny text no one can read without an electron microscope… bad.  It’s just bad.
(I blurred the notes so as to not identify any individual Tumblr.)
purrstephanie:

… So this happened …
I’m Tired…

So very tired.

Tired of biting my tongue.  Tired of hiding what I think and how I feel.  Tired of stopping and thinking before I say something or confront someone when I think they’re being unfair or wrong.  Especially since so few other people seem to do the same.

I do it because I’m afraid.  Afraid of how the other person will react.  Afraid of how it will effect them or our relationship.  Afraid that they’ll be insulted or off-put or hurt and that I’ll lose them as a result.  So I don’t say what I really want to say.  I don’t call them out on their bullshit. 

I grit my teeth and I clench my fists and I fume silently, playing over everything I want to say but never do.  Because it’s easier than confrontation, and because I’m afraid that if I dare say what I think or what I feel; if I dare to disagree with them, I might push them a little bit further away - or worse, lose them altogether.  Maybe not right now, maybe not from this one disagreement or argument, but in the long run.  That over time the differences will add up and they’ll keep pulling further and further away because of it.

In some cases this fear is irrational, and in yet others it is justified.  In some cases, they’ve hurt me and I’ve pulled away - so why wouldn’t they do the same in turn?  Maybe they have.  Maybe I took the first step and they took the next two until we’re where we are now.  And if so, what’s to keep more steps away from being taken?

I’m tired.  Tired or things that are trivial and insignificant in the big picture having such a considerable impact.  Like a thousand paper cuts, each one nothing, but together something.  Maybe it’s me.  Maybe I’m too sensitive.  Maybe I let the little trivial picky bullshit rile me up too much because I can’t do anything about the big things.  So I focus in on them.

I’m tired of losing, either in one fell swoop or by inches.  Tired of being afraid.  Tired of not knowing what to do, or how to do it.  What to say, or how to say it.  I’m just so tired.  And the only thing that I can do… is nothing.  Nothing at all.

So I’ll write this.  Put it out into the void of cyber-space.  Because it’s nothing.  Yet it’s also something.  It’s all I can do.

I much prefer winter to summer, because I hate the heat and being hot. 

But I hate having the heat turned on because it’s too cold outside, because it dries out the air to the Nth degree and that results in the occasional nose bleed. 

purrstephanie:

My Boo girl <3

Nope, mine.  *Goes and tries to snuggle her but she runs away like always and that makes him sad…* :(
purrstephanie:

It’s a Driz in a box!


My kitty! Mine! *Goes and snuggles him* Muhahaha!
*Deep Rumbling Noise*
  • Mom:
    What's that noise?

  • Me:
    Either a plane or the apocalypse.

Re-Blog If You’ve Ever Had to Break Into Someone’s House Because The Keys Got Locked Inside…

Because, yes: I’ll totally remember the keys, Mom.  For the first time in 28 years of life, I will be responsible for your keys.  Spontaneously.  After a lifetime of never, ever, ever, doing so.  It will be my job on this one specific special random occasion to be in charge of your keys.

misanthropecca:

When my friend was at Comic Con he had Edward James Olmos talk to me on the phone…the other day he surprised me with this. Help this is too cute, there’s a heart next to my name

EJO is seriously the best autograph signer.  He always goes above and beyond.  Most just sign a name, he does an inscription and personalization and dates it and stuff.  He was so patient with me when I met him and had like 10 things for him to sign and inscribe.  Even gave me a considerable discount on such on the condition that he could personalize them (I think he thought I was a reseller and personalization makes reselling hard; but I was not and they where for my collection + a friend so it was A-OK to personalize them all and I ended up saving like $200 :D