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[15 Jul 2009|09:46am] |
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Should've known it was only a matter of time. First Sonic the Hedgehog, then Super Mario 64...the next wave on my video game revisitation kick: Mortal Kombat. See, you don't understand--I was obsessed with these games when I was about eighteen. Obsessed, I tell you. Already I've half a mind to icon the image below.
Kitana's hackslash fans were cool, and I'd never turn down a pair of my own, but I don't know: this pretty, pretty princess who moonlights as a hired assassin, bad girl turned good in a blatant rip-off of the Maid Marian tradition, in WUV with the hero (Liu Kang), ten-thousand years old but doesn't look a second over 25...oh, since when? Talk about your all-time Mary Sues. Give me Mileena any day--she is bad-the-fuck-ass.
I also remember digging on this chick quite a bit. Gotta love that Hara-Kiri at the end. Imma do a backflip, lookit! *splat* Or not.
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| Some Would Call Me Compelling |
[15 Jul 2009|09:21am] |
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Elitist? Moi?
If you're expecting me to do penance for having standards, fuck you.
Just because I don't kowtow to every fucking novelty the Trend Nazis cough up; just because I expect any candidate for my friendship to decent person in general, understand what I'm about to some small degree, and let me reciprocate...just because I'd rather not sugarcoat my reactions to equal and opposite actions that prey on my last nerve, you're going to call me a snob?
Fine with me.
Don't like it? Too bad. GTFO before I administer a personalized dose.
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Oh, a trigger-happy psycho is a person in your neighborhood...
In your neighborhood...
In your neigh-bor-hood...
There were gunshots last night--like, five houses down. I don't even want to know. But in essence they just round out a short time block wherein I've gone to Fist City with a fucking MAN, smoked weed, and snorted my first Adderall (an experience I don't plan to reprise because high-strung bitches like myself are not at our best with a headful of amphetamene salts). Fisticuffs, drugs, and gunplay. This is not how I imagined my thirty-first year when I was a little girl.
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[14 Jul 2009|08:11pm] |
1. Seriously put the fucking clothes away already.
2. Call for insurance forms.
3. Put away the dishes and load the dishwasher.
4. Wash two loads of laundry.
5. Throw away crap out of the fridge. (Like the chicken carcass I bought last THURSDAY.)
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| Daily Five |
[13 Jul 2009|10:29pm] |
I'm gonna do that daily thing that Carla and Tangy are doing. Every night before I go to bed, I'll try to make a list and then actually complete it the next day.
1. Clean the glass on the sliding door.
2. Put away clothes in suitcase finally.
3. Water plants.
4. Call to get forms for insurance.
5. Scrub out microwave.
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| Here--This Is All You're Getting Out Of Me Today |
[13 Jul 2009|02:13pm] |
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[01] Have you ever been asked out?
Be more specific.
[02] Where is your default picture taken??
It's a still from the old Jem! cartoon, the Misfits Music headquarters.
[03] What's your middle name?
If I answer two more questions can I cross the bridge?
[04] Your current relationship status?
I both love and am loved in return. That's about as specific as it gets around here.
[05] Does your crush like you back?
...
[06] What is your current mood?
See for yourself.
[07] What color of underwear are you wearing?
Coralish-pinkish-reddish lace.
[08] What color shirt are you wearing?
Black on light brown (otherwise known as leopard print).
[09] Missing something?
About 5 hours sleep and a midday meal.
[10] If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?
This question is for wusses who can't just suck it up and play the hand they've got.
[11] If you must be an animal for one day, what would it be?
"Tails" the Fox. Or any cartoon fox, really. I've never met one I didn't like. Foxes, FTW! (I'm kind of obsessed, if you really want to know.)
[12] Ever had a near-death experience?
I got pneumonia when I was 13, coinciding with about ten inches of snow. We couldn't get out of the house, meanwhile, my temperature rose to about 104 (which is a danger zone with me especially, because my "normal" body temperature hovers around 96.something). I kept taking these scalding-hot baths because I was freezing my ass off; finally my dad was brilliant enough to try something counterintuitive and stick me in a tub full of cool water, after which my fever broke. So...it was near enough to qualify, but many, many people have gotten within much closer range.
[13] Something you do a lot?
Clench my teeth.
[14] The song stuck in your head?
(It's called the Oil Ocean Zone...and the music evokes the Middle East. How PC can you get? Also, the flying seahorses in this level drive me shithouse. They're like mafia hitmen--they shoot right into your fucking path before they're even visible, and they almost never miss.)
[15] Who did you copy and paste this from?
Someone on my F-List.
[16] Name someone with the same birthday as YOU.
Stephen King, Bill Murray, Leonard Cohen and H.G. Wells. That's the good news. The bad news is I also share my birthday with Faith Hill and Nicole Richie.
[17] When was the last time you cried?
It's been a while, but it's not as if I haven't had good reason to.
[18] Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
If by large you mean > 100 people, then only as a kid, and sufficiently disguised by many other voices.
[19] If you could have one superpower what would it be?
Invincibility. Hey, why not?
[20] What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
Whatever sets them apart, which could be anything from a funky hairdo to a foreign accent.
[21] What do you usually order from starbucks?
Iced Chai latte.
[22] What's your biggest secret?
"Kung Lao Wins...Flawless Victory...Fatality."
[23] Favorite color?
Let's see...I'm not crazy about earth tones. And go easy on the Babies R Us pastels. Otherwise it's all good.
[24] Do you still watch kiddie shows?
Sure. Part of the fun is catching the subtext that blows right past the brains of the target age bracket.
[25] What is a line from one of your favorite songs?
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant, in a west end town
Call the police, there's a madman around...
[26] What are you???
"I'm Batman Glamoursnipe."
[27] Do you speak any other language?
Not fluently.
[28] What's your favorite smell?
I've always like the smell of rain hitting hot asphalt. Weird, but true.
[29] Describe your life in one word - what would it be?
Unfinished.
[30] What is one thing you would like to learn how to do?
Jeet Kun Do--you know, the fighting style pioneered by Bruce Lee.
[31] Have you ever kissed in the rain?
You know, I don't know.
[32] What are you thinking about right now?
The fact that I'll be earning some extra cash this weekend--one of my co-workers bailed on a bartending gig at a wedding, so I'm filling in.
[33] What should you be doing?
Cleaning up my so-called apartment, but I don't feel like it. The truth is, part of me would like to just trash this rat-trap already; I'm sick of it, anyway.
[34] Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?
You don't want to know.
[35] How often do you talk to yourself?
Habitually. I'll even argue with myself if I say something stupid enough.
[36] Do you like working in the yard?
No. Direct sunlight is my enemy.
[37] If you could have any name in the world, what would you want?
Something markedly less saccharine than "Danielle", but beyond that I'm at a loss.
[38] Do you act different around your crush?
Well, yeah. I'm nicer, for one thing. But I'm also the least flirtatious person on the planet. I can't play mind games with people I genuinely like. Or I can, rather, but it's a lot easier to give myself away and end up embarrassed, which I hate, so I try not to.
[39] What is your natural hair color?
Halfway between blonde and brunette...I guess you'd call it "fair".
[40] Who/What is your favorite pokemon?
The ones I've never heard of. Thank you for playing.
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| The Alpha Twins: Jinx & Minx |
[12 Jul 2009|05:11pm] |
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Updated ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rlyeh_calling. Nothing much; just a couple of conversation snippets I wanted to get down before they dropped right out of my brain. One funny, one semi-serious.
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My uncle Wallace died today. He lived in Wisconsin, so I saw him all of seven times in my entire life, but he was a cool guy. The summer I was 19 we spent a week up there and his neighors had an iguana named Spike, who basically thought he was dog. The neighbors themselves were on vacation when we arrived, and during our first visit with him and his wife, Wally announced that he had to go next door and feed Spike.
DAD: What is Spike, a dog?
WALLY: No...he's a goddamn crocodile!
I'll have you know that sucker followed me around all over the place until we left. Danielle the reptile charmer. I didn't mind--it was sort of cute the way he'd climb up in your lap and give you kisses.
I also remember that Wally liked to drink raw eggs in his beer even when he wasn't hungover.
Weird. When I was born, my dad had seven living siblings. Now he has three.
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| From a comment I made elsewhere... |
[11 Jul 2009|12:34pm] |
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I'm a proud packrat. I keep it as a community resource -- stuff gets added and removed from the collection constantly.
My favorite story of the unexpected benefits of my hoarding? In college, Alan came into the dorm room freaking out about an art project he'd procrastinated 'til the afternoon it was due. And he needed a foot or so diameter round of wood for it. Where the fuck was he going to find that?
Oh. In my basement. Because a few years ago, someone had done an installation piece with slices of tree trunk, and I'd ended up collecting one of them after it was disassembled.
And I knew I had it, and where to find it, too.
Go, packrats!
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| Critter roll call... |
[11 Jul 2009|04:30am] |
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So, it's 4:30am, and I'm up as usual, hanging out with the critters. Figured with the new additions, I'd ramble a bit:
Riley is a great grey lump of a cat. He makes our other cats look small, and that's a hell of a feat. When he's happy, he tucks his head down and presses his face into you. Cuddly as all hell, and generally a very chill temperament, although very demanding of attention.
Lucy is a skinny, rather high-strung calico. She pops up on almost any surface that gets her nearer to people to pet her, but she's not a cuddler, she's a wigglewart. She's shyer around the dogs and other cats, though, so tends to stay in the back half of the house.
Spike has taken up permanent residence in the nook on top of the boxes in the dining room. He's a bit skittish in general, and will bolt for this space whenever something startles him. He's a tabby with a little stub tail, and he always looks like a rabbit when he's running away. He's obsessed with trying to eat my pewter fertility figure necklace, and also randomly bites noses. He loses all fear when food is involved, though, and will happily try to shoulder the dogs out of the way when soft cat food is up for grabs. He likes attention, and talks a lot, and seems to like being talked to, but he isn't into cuddling most of the time, or anywhere near as into being petted as Lucy is. He's also generally very exploratory and curious, probably the most of any of the cats.
Cat is Grafton's little teeny maine coon (she was a runt). She's by far the smallest in the house (and incidentally, the only true long-hair), but she's a badass. Most of the other cats don't mess with her too much. She's picky about human socialization, except for Grafton. I've finally made friends with her, and am a grudgingly accepted source of petting when Grafton's gone. She's extremely independent, and wants petting on her terms only, but she loves it. Like most of our cats, isn't fond of being picked up, but will come to me and demand attention, these days. She's also our only cable-chewer. Argh.
Balder is also affectionately (and disgustedly) known as sneezy. He's always had allergies, and he is a walking booger factory. He's also incredibly sweet and cuddly and loving. He's big and black, with a little white patch. He's also the bathroom-cat -- he hangs out on the sink whenever anyone's in there; it's captive attention!
Fatty Lumpkin is, I think, our strangest-looking cat. He's black with white belly and paws, and has got a white stripe down his nose that just emphasizes his long, narrow head. That's attached to a big, lanky body with jackrabbit hing legs. He looks like he was assembled from several very disparate cats. Frankensteinian, in the best possible way. Although it took him a few years, he's very comfortable with his place in the household now, and no longer bothered by the dogs and other cats. He's become very self-possessed. Also loves being petted, although only really cuddles rarely.
X is another badass. She's flat-out demanding of cuddling and petting, and will give you the death glare (and occasionally an application of claws) until you submit. The other cats don't generally mess with her. The dogs are more wary of her than any other cat, and Jax is flat-out afraid of her. She's also so round it's amazing she doesn't just roll from room to room. She's another tuxedo cat, and she's got one white whisker over each eye that look like antennae.
Mushroom is getting old and skinny, and her position in the household has been shifting. She used to be queen bee, and that's not the case anymore. She's still pissed about it, and tends to do a lot of talking big, but running away (hiss, swipe, bolt). She's grumpy and crotchety, and has always been considered the bitch-kitty by any other members of the household who have to deal with her. She loves attention, but will get gratuitously pissy about it if you're not doing it _just right_, and hiss and take a swipe at you. She's easily offended. She and I are really close, and we usually sleep cuddled together (more in the winter than summer).
Morph is my oldest cat, and he's losing various of his senses gradually. He's always been the "guest-cat", and is generally the first to introduce himself to anyone new who walks through the door. New sources of attention are all good, in his opinion, and there is no such thing as too much love. He doesn't seem to have any real sense of smell (that's always been the case), but once you get him to figure out what you're offering him, he loves cheese above all else. He's always been kind of clumsy and clueless, in a thoroughly adorable way, and is probably the most widely-loved of my critters. He and Mark are especially close.
Tarma is a teenager. Oy. She's a hound of some sort, probably around 60lbs or so, and clumsy and clueless and in possession of an incredibly short attention span. She's talkative like a hound, too. She's most attached to me, by far. She was a neglect case when we got her, and she bonded really fast and intensely. She's got a really sweet temperament, although a complete lack of awareness of her own feet, and the size of her claws, that leaves me perpetually scratched. (nudism + critters does tend to lead to more injuries, I will admit...) At least she doesn't try to hump the cats like Leroy does. She is a chewer, though. If she doesn't have a chewie, she'll go for other household items pretty randomly. She also bites her nails obsessively, and makes positively disgusting snorting noises while she does. And she's the main reason the house is dog-proofed; she'll get into anything she can (trash, cat litter, accessible food, etc). This is the dog that chewed my blackberry into little shards. She's also very jealous if any of the other pets (especially the other dogs) are getting attention from me, and would be happy to be petted and cuddled 24/7. She's very much a lapdog, despite her rather inconvenient size for such a role.
Leroy has really matured wonderfully in the time we've had him. Although he's still very excitable when he meets new people, and barks about anyone in the yard, ever, he's generally ridiculously zen. He loves cuddling, and being held and carried. He's a pomeranian (black and white, same as most of our cats, and about the same size), and a real shit-starter when it comes to dog-wrestling, though. Defines "ankle-biter". Obsessed with other dogs' ears and mouths. He and Caleb are particularly close. Also, he looks like a hedgehog when viewed from above in the yard -- he trundles. It's very cute.
Pookie is my Ball Python. I couldn't leave her out, but it's not easy to say a lot about her personality. She's generally pretty chill, though, and not as shy as many Balls are. I've had her for 17 years now.
Maybe I'll try to get pics of everybody tomorrow to post.
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| Return of the Meme-Thing |
[10 Jul 2009|04:30pm] |
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With special thanks to twopiearr.)
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Southern Belle: Nothing used to embarrass me more than where I came from. I grew up on the westernmost tip of North Carolina, in a part of Appalachia that effectively wrote the book on rural, and for a while I took the media depictions of us as barefoot, half-bright, Confederate flag-waving, Skoal-dipping, sibling-licking Special Olympians directly to heart. When I was on vacation in another part of the country I would try my damnedest to stifle my accent, but if I forgot myself and someone happened to notice I'd feel like I'd been bitten by a poisonous varmint. But then I reached the life stage at which most intelligent people disown both the media and organized religion, and decided that it doesn't get much more credible than what I can see for mydamnself. The Southeast isn't perfect. Politically, it needs to stop letting the Brimstone Baptists mind everyone else's business. And my aesthetic couldn't be more visually or sonically out of sync with the region's principal cultural makeup (Ah shore do like me summa that down-home cookin', though). But while it's easy to rag on the part of the country that unleashed Jesse Helms, he's just a glitch in a matrix full of cool shit. Biscuits and gravy. Dolly Parton. Antebellum arcitechture. Bonnaroo. Coca-Cola. Myrtle Beach. Magnolia trees. The B-52's. The only kind of iced tea worth drinking. Universities that necessitate their own ZIP code. Asheville, Atlanta, Chattanooga, Charleston and New Orleans (my five hands-down favorite Southern cities). Bonus: now that I'm currently living in New England, I see my Appalachian drawl as something to set me apart when I'm not in the mood to dazzle anyone with my scintillating wit. It's like Ramen noodles: add water, and poof! Insta-impression. Such things have their uses. Don't underrate them.
Horror: The whole genre kind of had me at hello, or as much of a "hello" as a four- or five-year-old can process. When I was a kid it was just the idea of seeing things that allegedly didn't exist brought to some semblance life, but it soon became a matter of catharsis above all else. Primal scream therapy, only someone else does the screaming, plus you're having to vicariously face the consequences of being a murderer or a monster--so no funny business. What I've come to like best about the horror genre is how much it depends on the individual. What scares you is as personal as what turns you on or makes you laugh. Which is why a lot of the latest horror movies condemn themselves to eternal suckitude--the creators pump up the spectacle and tone down the realism, trying to snatch that PG-13 from the jaws of R, trying to be everything to everyone, and it just doesn't work that way. Sorry, fellas. Stop playing the game exclusively for profit and maybe you'll get it. Maybe.
80s Music: This is going to make me sound like a first-round draft pick for the nearest funny farm, but its tone and texture always seems to remind me of multicolored lights breaking through a sea of midnight or stormclouds. Basically, it's the aural depiction of a city skyline after dark, and I've always been drawn to that image (see growing up in a small southern town, being ashamed of it and latching on to what I considered its cultural opposite). There's more to darkness than the lack of visibility--it can be observed and recorded on its own--but at the same time, you wonder what could be going on underneath all that shadowplay and glitter, how many people are being corrupted or redeemed in how many different ways, and the songs don't interfere with each scene or describe what's going on as if it isn't obvious, they just frame them and let them play out as they will. I like that. There's a certain energy and romance about 80's music that the grunge movement seemed to deliberately extinguish, having mistaken it for nothing but artifice, I'm sure. They were too busy bitching about the style to contribute to the substance; they didn't have the imagination for it.
Writing: If I didn't write, words would eat my brain. Period. It's been both a desire and a compulsion since I was old enough to need deodorant but too young to wear red lipstick, and I don't forsee a change in any possible version of my future.
"Alternative" Employment: If I'm going to spend 3/4 of my waking life at work, I'm not going to subject myself to a sterile, lifeless, monotonous environment. But in a way, working in bars and "adult bookstores" is just a furtive little spit in the face aimed at the habitual moralizers of my youth--you know, the kind of people who'd enjoy nothing more than instigating a full-on Invasion of the Bodysnatchers point-and-screech mob scene every time a piece of Unsaved Trash walks by. Like I'm daring them to have a problem with how I pay my rent. It is not, however, meant to make my mother look like an epic fail in the parenting department, contrary to her long-held martyr complex belief.
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| Work Recently |
[10 Jul 2009|05:04pm] |
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New Boss continues to impress me. Today during some casual group conversation he'd talked about a story from his past that happened to involve a trans woman. Although there wasn't any hostility in what he said, it did hit me a little wrong. We just spent 15 minutes talking about it; he was apologetic, and happy to learn a simple rule about pronouns (use the pronoun a person chooses, just as you'd use the version of their name by which they introduce themselves). I'm pleased with his response, and more pleased that the environment he's creating made that conversation possible.
Edit: Originally a post from my b'berry, so a bit more context, while I'm not having to thumb-type.
I'd already ended up explicitly coming out to New Boss during our long, rambling conversation last week. He handled that without batting an eye, and generally feels like friendly people. Given that he's a straight guy coming out of a military background, which tends to lower my expectations in terms of cluefulness, he's generally remarkably on the ball. In the conversation today that'd bothered me, it was mostly the way he was handling pronouns that was bothering me, and when I came into his office to say that it had kind of hit me wrong, he was really receptive in a way that's somewhat rare, and sorry that it had come across as at all negative toward trans folk, and not toward his own awkwardness, which is what he was intending to joke about.
A lot of why work is so much less stressful now is that he's really honestly interested in feedback, and seems to have a pattern of treating his employees respectfully. As I explained to him when we talked tonight, mostly I was happy I was comfortable enough to come talk to him about what had bothered me, and get it sorted out. And although he'd probably need some further education about trans issues, if he were to have an employee transition on the job, I'm pretty sure he'd be an ally.
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| It's Friday, I'm bored and braindead. Have a meme. (ganked from jenx) |
[10 Jul 2009|03:53pm] |
[01] Have you ever been asked out?
Ridiculously often, since I started taking public transit. In general, as is obvious from my recent posts, I tend to be pretty active in meeting people, though.
[02] Where is your default picture taken??
It's the turtle on the wall of the Peep Lounge at Kenyon College.
[03] What's your middle name?
Whitman. I love it. It's my favorite part of my name.
[04] Your current relationship status
Poly, no primary.
[05] Does your crush like you back?
For closest definition of a "crush", I hope so. Should be able to guess better within the week.
[06] What is your current mood?
Exhausted, but in a good mood.
[07] What color of underwear are you wearing?
None. Can't stand the stuff.
[08] What color shirt are you wearing?
I don't even know what to call this. Vaguely purplish-brown? Maybe?
[09] Missing something?
Probably.
[10] If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?
I honestly don't know. I've screwed up plenty, but I also really like where I am and who I am, and I figure changes would affect that in unpredictable ways.
[11] If you must be an animal for one day, what would it be?
Octopus
[12] Ever had a near-death experience?
Depends on how near. The car accident where I broke my back was moderately near.
[13] Something you do a lot?
Bounce my leg.
[14] The song stuck in your head?
Nothing, thankfully.
[15] Who did you copy and paste this from?
Jen
[16] Name someone with the same birthday as YOU.
1977 Oksana Baiul, Ukraine, figure skater 1994 Olympics gold
1970 Martha Plimpton, New York City, actress, Goonies, Mosquito Coast
1569 Paul Sartorius, composer
I totally had to cheat on this. Thank you, google.
[17] When was the last time you cried?
I doubt it was all that long ago, but I honestly don't recall.
[18] Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Only as a kid, and sufficiently disguised by many other voices.
[19] If you could have one super power what would it be?
The ability to grant myself more super powers?
[20] What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
So variable I don't even know how to begin to answer.
[21] What do you usually order from starbucks?
Nothing. When I do go to coffee shops, I tend toward Breves or Chai.
[22] What's your biggest secret?
I like Jen's answer: If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret.
[23] Favorite color?
Brown.
[24] Do you still watch kiddie shows?
Often, yes.
[25] What is a line from one of your favorite songs?
Everybody's lover, everybody's brother, I wanna be your lifetime friend.
Crazy as a rocket, nothin in my pocket, I keep it at the rainbow's end.
I never think of money, I think of milk 'n honey, grinnin like a cheshire
cat.
[26] What are you???
Me.
[27] Do you speak any other language?
Sadly, no.
[28] What's your favorite smell?
Too many to choose from. I do love fresh lilacs, though.
[29] Describe your life in one word what would it be?
(pretty damned) incredible.
[30] What is one thing you would like to learn how to do?
sign
[31] Have you ever kissed in the rain?
Yes.
[32] What are you thinking about right now?
How long I can procrastinate picking up my next call.
[33] What should you be doing?
Picking up my next call.
[34] Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?
A politician, most likely.
[35] How often do you talk to yourself?
More often to the pets than to myself.
[36] Do you like working in the yard?
No.
[37] If you could have any name in the world, what would you want?
Something non-gendered, but haven't really thought beyond that.
[38] Do you act different around your crush?
Probably. I'm a goof. I'm much better off just declaring where I'm at and letting the chips fall. Saves a lot of idiocy.
[39] What is your natural hair color?
Red, fading to blonde.
[40] Who/What is your favorite pokemon?
This meme was not written by someone in my generation
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It's my day off.
I'm supposed to be going to a Japanese place with a friend from the library tonight and doing shabu-shabu.
Until fifteen minutes ago, I didn't even know what shabu-shabu was. Nothing like a winter dish in the thick of the dog days.
But--wouldn't you know it--as soon as I accepted the invitation, the monthly cogs kicked in: I'm on the rag something fierce. Period, shit. They haven't invented the punctuation mark yet to accurately convey the severity of this one.
And that's just the flow level. The accompanying batch of cramps is literally debilitating. I kid you not--it feels like my uterus has been replaced with a live, rabid porcupine.
ROUND ONE: Usually all I have to do is pop some Advil and speed-walk around the block and I'm all fixed for the next few hours at least. Today this couldn't have been further from the case. At the end of the round trip, I had to sit on the porch steps for five minutes, clutching my lower abdomen and trying not to cry.
ROUND TWO: Enter the hot bath, the cup of green tea and the trashy paperback novel (Christopher Pike's Chain Letter). Things were fine as long as I was immersed in the water, but as soon as I stood up, all bets were off. I might even have doubled over and winced as I was putting on my robe.
ROUND THREE: Masturbation. Don't look at me like that. The last thing I want when I'm bleeding for five days but refusing to die is a sex partner, but sometimes the self-inflicted type of orgasm works wonders; it's like all those internal spasms are sending out some kind of beta wave that temporarily paralyzes neighboring muscle groups. And I use tampons, so there doesn't tend to be a lot of spillover. But never mind--it didn't work. Pleasure and pain simultaneously had my attention for a moment, then it was all over but the sweat and heavy breathing.
I'm not sitting at my desk right now. I've got my old sleeping bag spread open on the floor and I'm curled up like a shrimp with my kneecaps practically against my eyeballs.
Dammit, I was looking forward to this. I really don't want to cancel.
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[10 Jul 2009|08:55am] |
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life
and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free.
Did I tell you about the time I met Buddha on the side of the road.....
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[10 Jul 2009|11:44am] |
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For the Peeps in the audience: Turtle Swarm!!
Massachusetts sues Federal Gov't over DOMA
Interview with Ruth Bader Ginsburg: The Place of Women on the Court
(both from lcohen
Wow. Ick. "If things are really desperate, it might be time for your other half to go under the knife. With the advances in medical science and the current obsession with celebrity culture, cosmetic surgery is becoming more and more common. While it isn't something to be rushed into, nor something to persuade someone to do, surgery can do wonders for the confidence of someone who is less than a sight for sore eyes. And you'll have the bonus of a parading around town with a stunner on your arm."
Read the Never-Before-Published Letter From LSD-Inventor Albert Hofmann to Apple CEO Steve Jobs
Vitamin D and Mental Health
Sexism in Comedy -- this is one of those things that irks me consistently (especially in regards to the Daily Show, where I expect better)
Crisis of Deception: Fake Clinics Spread Misinformation on the Federal Dime
Post-Abortion Syndrome: Anti-Choice "Researchers" Seek to Mislead and Intimidate Women
House moves to lift bans on abortion funding, needle exchange, domestic partnership, and medical marijuana in DC
The Case for an Anti-Abortion Violence Registry -- I need to reread this and ponder it for a while before I conclude where I stand on the idea. Overly broad registry requirements have destroyed a lot of people's lives needlessly (I'm particularly influenced by my view of sex offender registries that tend to include people convicted of consensual but illegal behavior).
How a Late-Term Abortion Saved My Life -- because I'm not going to stop posting about how important this access is until people really _get_ what late-term abortions are for.
Yendi's got so many fun links in this entry, I'm just sending you there instead of adding them all separately
Why the FBI Squelched an Investigation of a Post-9/11 Meeting Between White Supremacist and Islamic Extremists -- Wow. Talk about groups I don't want getting friendly with each other. Although an interesting counterpoint to the white supremacists enlisting in the military in order to "kill arabs".
Learn to make your own household cleaners
10 Dangerous Household Products You Should Never Use Again -- I don't entirely agree with the tenor of the article, but there's a lot of good, useful links in it.
abortion pill use has increased to 1/4 of all abortions; infection rate way down
What's the Connection Between Midwives and Health Care Reform?
Quick Hit: Ukraine Outlaws Porn -- WTF?
On the new women's-only pharmacy in Vancouver excluding trans women *headdesk*
What does feminist urban policy look like?
Adult Sex Education
Look was a lovely stranger found for me:
This user on DailyMotion http://www.dailymotion.com/tardismedia is in the process of posting the entire Classic series from his VHS collection. I had been trying to watch via Netflix too, and found his videos very useful in filling in the gaps where things haven't been released on DVD yet. It's easiest to watch via playlist: http://www.dailymotion.com/playlists/tardismedia (listed newest to oldest). (thanks to treading
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| Google's image today fills me with glee... (Yay, crazy geniuses!) |
[10 Jul 2009|08:41am] |
Finally back at work. Two days of sleeping, and I could still fall right back in bed. I did make it to my appt with my GP last night, though, thanks to a ride from Casey, and I've got a referral for another sleep study (last one was more than five years ago). Depending on what that turns up, we may look at adding provigil back to my meds (I was on it after the last sleep study, but getting refills was a pain, and I ended up dropping it). Cause of flare this time? Walking less than three miles over the course of an evening. *eyeroll* Also need to get a replacement refill of my Ultram, since it took me so long to go through the first bottle that my scrip for my refills had expired by then. Whoops. Since I need to stop by the main campus lab next week for bloodwork anyway, I'm hoping I can bring the expired scrip with me (I still have the original print-out) and just get them to replace it with a minimum of fuss.
This weekend is IngenuityFest, and I am going to try to make it to a few hours of that without absolutely breaking myself again. Second date with D, and I'm psyched about that. Then I'm going to see Evil Dead: The Musical with Bec and Jer, and am really looking forward to that. Sunday it looks like lunch plans with serpentseye and kitminx. After that, I suspect it'll be an afternoon of taking it pretty easy and trying to keep my body behaving.
And Grafton should be home tonight! Yay!
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| Almost done with the rush project.... |
[09 Jul 2009|01:35pm] |
But I did want to get some links and updates out.
Kitten?
Yes, in the next two weeks or so there may be a new kitten here at Fort Fun. Stay tuned for details! And pictures! And hopefully some "meet the kitten" events!
Photography
The rush photos project (three days and two evenings of nearly constant photography and photoshopping) is almost done, the deliverable is a CD half-full of finished PSD files and three CDs full of intermediate files and originals. Go me.
Separately, I've got lots of stuff to get up to stock sites.
When I have free time, I really need to revamp the joedecker.net web site.
General
Way behind on everything, hope to at least catch up on neglected emails, etc., in the next day or three.
WWWPD (While We Wait, People Die) Watch
Please add needle exchange/HIV issues to the evidence for WWWPD
And here's some guys who probably died WWW for DADT repeal. Allowing threatened soldiers the option of raising those threats to their superior officers without getting fired seems like it would be a positive step. Fully seventy percent of voters in the United States agree? Why are we waiting?
While nobody died (I think) when the Ft. Worth police "celebrated" the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall riots with a bar raid and queer bash, it's worth remembering that we live in a country that has a legal defense which is predicated only on the fact that the victim is queer.
Musical Interlude: People Who Died (Classic!)
In cheerier news:
The Commonwealth of Massachusetts is challenging section 3 of the Defense of Marriage Act. (Section 3 concerns federal, not interstate, recognition of marriage.) Massachusetts, thank you, you are a beacon of light on a dark land.
The ACLU, Lambda Legal and NCLR filed a request to intervene in Perry v. Schwarzenegger, the federal Prop 8 challenge. They'd already filed an amicus brief, but they want to win the right to have lawyers there fighting during the lawsuit as well. The attorneys who filed the original case are not amused, saying that the three rights groups had worked against their case to begin with, and that intervenor status will slow down the case even more. There's a lot of debate about which of the two groups "on our side" to trust less. I think that's a fascinating and difficult question, my gut says to let AFER take this one solo, but ... what do I know?
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