Return of the Cursed Writer's Block

'Tis true. I am suffering from a severe bought of Writer's Block...again.  I didn't get to go to PAX Prime, or Dragon Con this weekend, so I won't even attempt to write about those two awesome things. NYCC is coming up soon, but after the debacle that was last year, I'm still not certain we will be attending. But, since it is a new blog year, I mulled over ideas of ways to spice up or make the blog more fun.  I got nothing.  I will announce, however, a new theme day coming to Gurl on Girl-Gaming!

I now dub Mondays "Memory Lane Mondays," in which I will continue my oh-so popular My Shit-hole Apartment series, but I also plan to add a dash of nerdy nostalgia on occasion. 
And that's all I got so far. Feel free to submit ideas or your thoughts, feelings, concerns, etc. on theme days 'cause I'm tapped out right now. So, I leave you with this:

Writer's Block and the State of Gaming

I'm doing some writing today for my Frag Dolls casting call application and have become stuck.  This led to me just staring at Blogger trying to think of anything remotely nerdy/awesome to write about. I was unable to make it to SDCC this year, so I'm doing some pity-partying over that too.  Then, of course, to torture myself some more, I've been reading articles and blogs about the state of gaming and all the unfortunate harassment and backlash that seems ever present online especially among my female comrades.

Aren't we gamers/nerds/geeks/dweebs supposed to stick up for one another and not tear each other down? *sigh* I don't want to get all downtrodden about this, but I'm tired of ignoring it hoping it will get better. I constantly ride the fence between getting so furious that I go on a rambling tirade that will only make the situation worse, and just wanting to curl up into the fetal position and feel overwhelming hopelessness. It's time to find that rational middle ground and take baby steps for betterment.
So, let's at least try to make it better instead of turning into this:

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I guess I'm feeling some self-loathing today because I got my first troll comment on one of my YouTube interviews. So, yaaay??? I'm a real YouTuber now I guess. Instead of getting all purple Hulk on it, it just sort of made me blue. I realize that having an online presence means opening the door to trolls and assholes, and then it just started me thinking...What would Felicia Day do? And thus, a new mantra has been born.
Instead of getting tons of actual work done today, I've been trying to keep my spirits up by entertaining myself like so...



Thanks internet.

P.S If you missed the video I posted yesterday, go check it out. Also, there's an awesome interview I got to do with Susan Arendt of The Escapist coming up on Wednesday! I'm so excited!

D is for Damn You Writer's Block: or Not Quite a Real Blog Post

Still riding my high from getting to meet The Bloggess the other day, I've now raised the mental bar for the level of quality I think all of my blogs should be from now on.  And now I'm stuck wracking my brain for something interesting to write about.  Poop.  Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I thought to myself,
"What starts with D that I can write about tomorrow? Oh, D is for IDEA REDACTED. It will be the coolest blog ever!"  

Now I can't for the life of me remember what I thought was such a brilliant idea for a blog post late last night.  Curse you sleepy brain!!!  I've scoured the Internet for tips for overcoming writer's block, or searching for something that will jog my memory to no avail.

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I've tried Free Writing but any time I write my stream of consciousness, I read over it afterwards and realize that I need to immediately burn it.  Should someone read that shit, I would be taken in for a 72-hour psychiatric watch/evaluation.
OK, actually I just Googled "if people knew what you were thinking they'd put you in a mental hospital" just to see what would come up.  I'm scared now. There are some scary sad people out there. Traumatized.

Now that I think about it, this blog post has sort of turned into a stream-of-consciousness post hasn't it?  Hmm...gotta remember to turn on the ol' brain filter for the rest of the day. (I swear I'm not high today.  I took an anti-anxiety pill Tuesday because I was nervous about meeting Jenny, and then I fell asleep in the park and then snored myself awake just in time to get back to the office before anyone noticed my lunch break may or may not have been longer than 1 hour, so I'm cutting myself off for the week unless something really scary or terrible or traumatic happens.)

What was I even talking about?  Oh, writer's block, right. Does this count as a blog post?

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Writer's Block, Anyone?

I realize I'm late to this party. These ridiculous memes are everywhere and I see them on the Facebooks all the time, but this one just tickled me. Enjoy.


SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Purple Cold-Weissbier

STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Heaven Kit-Kat

SPY NAME/BOND GIRL: (your favorite season, holiday/ flower)
Autumn Magic-Day Plumeria

CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Honeydew Bikini-bottoms-because-I'm-out-of-clean-underwear-y

HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Bagel Yggdrasil


Don't judge me. I'm fighting off an on-coming headcold and ear infection.