So, it was kind of mid-raid that I heard the news that Nintendo president Satoru Iwata had passed.
I didn’t believe it. I was mid-Ravana fight and didn’t have time to look up the news. I.. also didn’t want to believe it. The man whose brought us countless hysterical Nintendo conferences, Nintendo Directs, the short, happy little guy next to my dearest idol could not have died.
and I’m sad. I’m so incredibly sad. The last thing he ever did was tell the rabid horde of Nintendo fans who were so upset at the E3 show that he’d make it better, then, he passed.
One of my highest held goals is to be able to meet Miyamoto, a guy whose games I cling to with every fiber of my being, and thank him for them. In Japanese, since his English is rumored to be horrific, which is one of multiple reasons I’m trying to learn.
Nintendo World NYC has a table set up where you can leave a message, and a place for flowers and whatnot. It seems like a fitting place to go.
I hope I don’t cry when I write it.
Our nation was founded on a bedrock principle that we are all created equal. The project of each generation is to bridge the meaning of those founding words with the realities of changing times — a never-ending quest to ensure those words ring true for every single American.
No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right. The judgment of the Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit is reversed.
It is so ordered.
In one word? Miserable.
In more than one? Ugh. Where do I begin?
I’m less than a month away from my year anniversary and my husband isn’t here yet. I am a mental disaster. Despite my husband telling me over and over that I am nothing short of a great wife to him, I feel like a failure. I feel like a horrific, massive waste of time and energy. I also hate that I just unload all this misery on him hoping it will make me feel a smidgen better.
Work? Well, I’m on month five at this center and I’m dry heaving outside my car door. It’s miserable. The staff don’t care at all – not one second! My kids suffer because of this. I was sick ONE day and one of my kids who has bad allergies was fed a food that included half of his restricted food list. Nobody cares or wants to care. My assistants demand a fair split of labor/cleaning when they don’t understand I need to do things like observations and one on one time. That’s the point of an assistant, to keep the classroom running in the background while I deal with the development aspect. Every day it’s a fight to get things cleaned so I can get things like lesson plans and projects done.
I haven’t updated my blog with anything significant in a while because I just can’t. Everything is just miserable. I can barely focus to get enough words out for a tweet lately.
My characters are missing, again, and that horrifies me. I feel like I’m going back to that long off dark hallway where I’m screaming “this is fine.” Until I can’t see the light from behind me anymore.
THANKFULLY, Meilin (the original!) came for a visit the other night and told me it was alright, and she was waiting for me to come “back”, like I’m on a vacation or something.
In short and sweet : someone make it stop before I just can’t do it anymore.
THIS POST CONTAINS SOMETHING KINDA GROSS.
Even though I married a man I am firmly bisexual. Everything is attractive! Life is wonderful.
However, since I’m really tired of answering questions, here’s a video explanation on it!
We get loud at the end.