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| Sunday, November 23rd, 2008 | ||
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elke_tanzer |
8:10a | Random links of happy-making Here are a few links that have come to me from various sources over the past couple weeks: InsaneJournal is having a holiday sale Bay Area Accordion Babes pin-up calendar and CD ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} morgandawn is linking to charities to consider in your holiday giving; the first of her series of posts is here.Via Youtube: Austrian hexapod robotics competition highlights: Dancing Division Also via Youtube: Wiimote+Roomba=Wiimba ! Johnny Chung Lee is my new hero... Johnny Chung Lee > Projects > Wii Current Mood: awake Current Music: Don't Stop Believin' |
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the_willow |
5:13a | !!! Things you don't want to see when exhausted & staying up to feed self from 10 hr fast Tobias Buckell. Ill. Hospitalized. WTF WORLD?!!!! I'm glad he's at home now but freaking freaker fricassee?! The world is not supposed to go scary and freak ass weird right now. Current Mood:  shocked |
| Friday, November 21st, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
11:32p | Things That Pissed Me Off Jason Momoa was attacked. The idiot who did it has been charged. He attacked Momoa with a pint beer bottle. To the face. The actor needed 140 stitches and reconstructive surgery. On one of the websites reporting it, someone claimed (in a comment to the news byte article) to be the brother of the attacker and claimed it was not an unprovoked attacked; Jason hit on his brother and his brother responded. I don't know what offends me more. That people think violence is excusable. That people think violence as a reaction against a show of attraction by the same sex is excusable. Or that people think claiming an actor is gay on a site talking about him being attacked and injured is daring. Because people think saying someone (an actor/celebrity) is gay, is a possible flame/insult. Yes, I know trolls are trolls and say trollish bullshit. I understand this fact. On the internet one is anonymous and fools come out to play. But I'm still angry as fire and offended by it. I have found out that an exec from SGA has spoken to Momoa and that he's fine and recovering and aware that his fans send him their well wishes. That's a comforting thought to me, because my first thought was Lisa Bonet going 'Oh fuck, baby, hot damn! What he did to you?!' And his child being terrified that Daddy looks so hurt. ETA: Gay comment was comment & bottle to -face- |
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the_willow |
12:19p | Revelations of the Unconscious A couple of weeks ago, right after Obama won the election, I was on the bus on my way home and I sat down next to a little old lady. One of those sweet bookish old ladies, with her knit bag of books (it had wheels). We got to talking after a woman came on the bus who was also selling posters she'd made of the new First Family. This spurred more conversation and then the little old lady popped out with. "And you can tell he's a proud black man, because look at who he married. He could have had any woman in the world, but he chose a black woman." Oddly enough that very day I'd come across an editorial by the editor (she who wears the braids) of ESSENCE magazine. And her big thing there was also black love and how everyone believed the black family has always been mishmash and piece meal but before the 1960's when the welfare system began to demand that there be no male figure in the house in order for people to get needed benefits - black men were not only part of the black family, they were proud and eager to show they could be. It hit me then that I really had no idea, no visceral idea how important this was, not just to black people, but to black women in general. The pride in this little old lady's voice. 'That he chose one of us' - She was more proud of him for that, than I think winning the election. The election came second on her list. I had a weird dream last night involving actors, a boat and what seemed to be a reality tv show. One of the actors was Dule Hill. So really this isn't coming up out of nowhere for me. In the dream I realized that the tv executives who wanted to pair up certain actors/celebrities were not factoring such a thing. In fact they were trying to match/pair every black actor/celeb with a white team, possibly romantic partner. And all the black actors were suddenly adamant that this was not what they wanted and if the matching continued, they were going to leave. Anyway, I woke up thinking that I didn't have the proper understanding, until now. That I've known it's important, but that awareness has been crowded around the edges of the examples in my life where my Chinese godfather married a black woman and my black (mixed) uncle, married a Chinese woman. And I have cousins who are very dark (serious Nubian features) and light as white with blue eyes, both from the same mother. And that's all normal to me. Love is love, if you're lucky it works out. The dream hit me with an aspect of that little old lady's pride I've never consciously thought of before. And that is that black women are worthy to be wanted, loved and cherished. They are worthy to be life partners and the mother of one's children. I didn't realize how In a way it's not anything new and yet... it is new. My brain's never processed it in that way before. I certainly didn't believe that and my childhood hadn't shown me that. And thank goodness it didn't hit me back then, cause it's effing painful. Very painful. It makes the strength I've seen, all the more powerful. It's more demoralizing than 'real women are a size 0', at least to me. Because I suddenly realized that the message that's been out there for decades and centuries left no options open for black women to be seen as real women. No diet would work. No outfit. Nothing. Nothing except having a light skinned daughter and hoping one day she or her heirs would pass enough to slip in through the cracks. Just eff damn fuck ow. I've never felt that force weighing down on me before. And I feel it now. And I find myself looking at Black Communities, and Black Gays with a deeper understanding. Certain experiences in my own life are suddenly crystal ass clear. The re-writing of the women's equality movement and of the gay movement tastes even more bitter seen through such a lens. Current Mood:  contemplative |
| Wednesday, November 19th, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
11:10p | Unpacking & More So... I think I've realized that people, in general, perhaps do not organize and unpack all at the same time. They unpack and get things put away in general areas and then, possibly, organize. Or at least that's a solution that in some measure would work best for me. Because organization is slow for me as I work out how I need things set up. And until I do, well, there's just boxes everywhere. So I'm thinking about what my world would look like if I just put things away in general areas and used post-its to let me know where everything is. I think that's my big fear. That since out of sight can equal out of mind for me. That if I don't organize right away as I unpack, I'll forget things. And if I find that one place to put things is easiest for me, I'll totally forget that there are others in that group that I put somewhere else. Current Mood:  confused / contemplative |
| Tuesday, November 18th, 2008 | ||
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elke_tanzer |
9:04p | Wherein Elke helps her RL self with her wardrobe So sometime between my first Escapade con and now, I figured out that dressing up can be really fun. This is something that I never understood much growing up, and being a girly girl just does not come naturally to me, and appearance-frivolity always strikes me as an inefficient way of living a life, and... well, frankly, feeling like I was looking attractive and/or dressing attractively (for many many values of those terms) usually got me unwanted attention that I was rather incapable of dealing with... or made no difference in how I was avoided completely, because brains in women must have been such an overriding turnoff as to overwhelm anything else I did or looked like (insert snarky glare at childhood hometown here). Put it this way: Nowadays I live in Burbank, a very fashion-conscious area of Los Angeles (town of plastic people!) and I can make my beautician-stylist-colorist-person actually recoil in horror by telling her that I routinely use my car's vents to dry my hair on my commute to work. I am regularly baffled by skin care products, and I don't wear makeup most days at all. And lately, it is not in my nature to buy dresses or skirts for myself unless they are part of a Renfaire or fannish costume. This is a step closer to girly girl than when I could have said that it was not in my nature to buy dresses or skirts at all. That said? I suspect that I'm kind of turning into a clotheshorse, and I can probably safely blame fandom. :-) ( cut for happy babble ) When I feel like I look like a million bucks, I'm more outgoing, more confident, and people react differently to me. It's startling and odd and wonderful mostly. NEW SHOES YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Current Mood:  amused |
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the_willow |
4:38p | Arrgh! Chocolate package arrived. Haven't opened yet it yet. Checked the website for status, and saw it said 'DELIVERED'. Got upstairs in time to stop landlady's roommate's dog from experimenting on my package. Called UPS and complained. UPS NEED A ASS WHIPPING WITH A FLAME PADDLE. *hugs* bridgetmkennittETA: I need to buy some bread. Apparently bread slices in the container will bring the brownies back their moistness. Even w/o moistness though and just a touch of water and warm in the microwave? Miraculous brownies with just the right amount of chocolate. Current Mood:  arrgh! |
| Monday, November 17th, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
8:46p | Notes to the universe If you've wondered WTF is up with this Twitter deal? I just had a moment of realizing I wasn't following a friend's twitter. I rarely read her journal because we don't have that much in common anymore (different circles/ different fandoms). But Twitter's about the little stuff that also forms friendships; being sick, struggling to cook, the cat farting on you, the post office being dumbwits, this new song you can't get out of your head.. Connection on a level I can handle w/o the person disappearing completely from my life. I like that. |
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the_willow |
1:43p | Damn it! UPS dropped off Verizon's 4th modem without even bothering to ring my doorbell. They left it upstairs (by the landlady)on the porch. Even though I tell them that it needs to come to me, the tenant and give them my name and direct address (which is identical to the landlady except for the apt #). I was hoping to be able to hand off the modem that's supposed to go back. I just called to find out about Brigette's package but they're apparently not even showing that anything was dropped off by me at all for the damn day. And I don't have a shipping number. *is grumpier now* Especially since I wouldn't have seen the damn Verizon package at all if the landlady's roommate wasn't having her boyfriend's mail sent to the house and it's been ending up in my mailbox. Heck, I wouldn't even know it was her boyfriend if I hadn't shown it to the landlady last week. I'd just be scribbling 'NOT AT ADDRESS' on it. Triple damn. You'd think she'd at least have stuck a little note in my mailbox that this might be happening. I don't dislike or hate my landlady's roommate. I just don't know her. My landlady, (and her gf) I realize now, make an effort to see me. |
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the_willow |
8:39a | Ow I'm still up, haven't slept. Don't anyone comment on that. After the ridiculous crying jag last night, I tried to convince myself to write. That did not work. Not at flipping all. So I finally busted open the theater cut LOTR trilogy my mother bought for me, because I needed some FOTR and not on a little steaming video screen. That helped a lot, and is part of why I'm still up. The other is I forgot to take one of my meds and I'm achy and grumpy (like mega grumpy). And part of that is because the landlady's roommate likes thumping about upstairs at all hours like she's a very bad hippo breakdancer. The landlady's even commented on it when she's been down here and heard the noise coming from upstairs. But with the landlady spending so much time at her gf's, there's not really someone to remind the roommate to keep things down. I don't interact with her often enough to go up there just to say 'keep it down' and I kind of don't want to right now cause I'm in so much pain, I'm not at all in a diplomatic mental space. I'm also grumpy because of pain. Yesterday was fairly manageable on some levels. But my tailbone's started hurting again. And it's a horrible burning, jarring kind of sensation. Lying down only right now w/o a dvd player means no LOTR. And focusing on reading something would be smushy in my head and it's already been smushy from last night. Plus I need to make phonecalls and stuff this week about Thanksgiving and really - I kind of don't want to do it. I don't want to spend Thankgsgiving alone particularly. But I also don't want to have to deal with people, not the way I'm feeling right now. I'm very, very much in a curl up in my cave state of mind. Also, if you (particular you referenced in last post) are mad at me. I'm sorry. Just let me know when you'll stop avoiding me so I can have an end date for the extra crappy. Current Mood:  distressed |
| Sunday, November 16th, 2008 | ||
|
elke_tanzer |
8:19p | Lost my weekend. Miserable weekend, bah. I ended up sleeping most of it, with short, semiconscious breaks wherein I got myself caught up on watching Supernatural episodes... I think I managed to see most of most of the eps, although I was drifting in and out of sleep and so my brain may have fabricated a few scenes here and there (yum), and slept through others (hopefully they were just the boring bits). But the next time I get such a painful, blinding headache that eats an entire, precious weekend? It would feel more worthwhile if I'd just caused the headache myself by doing something powerfully psychic and entirely kick-ass... at least then the lost time due to the headache would feel useful if there were some smoke and smitin'. I'm just sayin'. Bah, humbug. I'm still wrestling with all of the Issues that make me want to throw my shoe at the screen and/or stop watching Supernatural entirely, but I am finding some redeeming bits in the canon and also fandom's creativity in this fandom has always been very amazing, so I'm gritting my teeth and continuing to watch (albeit in half-season or quarter-season chunks; I don't watch every week). Bah, humbug. Also? The various Los Angeles area wildfires suck donkey balls. They're not anywhere close enough to be dangerous to me, but the air quality sucks right now and I think that was one of three major causes for my debilitating headache (the others being post-conference sinus infection and work-plus-family stress). On the up side, I can now look forward to reading Supernatural fic without spoiling myself. On the down side, I've slept most of the weekend, and I don't feel rested at all. And I haven't even done my laundry, much less all of the other things that needed doing these two days. Current Mood:  exhausted |
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the_willow |
2:26p | Deep Breath & Move On I think I need to disengage from the crazy woman. Because she's a patronizing idiot. Her: What needed to happen was what did. My dad said, "Oh for heaven's sake, Auntie. Nothing is going to happen!" And she listened because it came from someone she trusted. Me:
Though really, she started off comparing protest marches to KKK rallies. So right off the damn bat I saw the crazy and probably shouldn't have engaged in the first place. But you know, I think sometimes you just can't believe the crazy right in front of your eyes. I think the other thing was my disbelief that someone would actually bring the tone argument up during 2008 when we've HAD that discussion, not just about fandom and fannish things, but about the ELECTION OF THE POTUS. The whole damn world seemed to be having that conversation. Willow's thoughts on tone. Current Mood:  incredulous |
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dana_kujan |
1:07a | Go Baltimore!  Thank you to everyone everywhere who protested today! Yes, we will! Current Mood:  fired up! |
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the_willow |
12:57a | I AM PROTESTING For the record. My journal is not the place to espouse the POS Argument that sweet talk and white family values will win voters to equal marriage, equal rights. The suffragettes weren't nice and polite and trying to win men to let them vote. They starved. They chanted. They walked. They shouted. Blacks in America didn't get anywhere by waiting for Mr. Whitey to decide they were worth being treated equally. They fought. They're still fighting, everyone of recent (historically) African heritage/descent is still raising voice and raising money and trying to raise hope. The colonies of Britain in the West Indies did not say "Pretty please give us self determination and independence while we live quiet lives like you want us to live." Ghandi's fasting? Was an act of PROTEST. Nelson Mandela is A MAN OF PROTEST. The women risking cruel brutal death in Afghanistan by living their daily lives and doing their jobs, THEIR HEARTS BEAT EVERY MOMENT IN PROTEST. Anyone who compares the lifting of voice and showing of presence in protest against a wrong, as being akin to a KKK KLAN RALLY is sick in the head and full of privilege and needs to get the hell off my side. And my comment to her? I'm not nice, I'm not friendly, I'm kind to who I choose and I'm sure as hell not ordinary. I should STILL have equality in who I decide to marry if I decide to marry. Equality isn't about being Miss Sunshine Cakes vs being Scrooge. It's about things being EQUAL for both because human beings are all equal. ETA: A comment to someone in the threads over there. ethrosdemon said within a comment:I see no reason at all to tell US to pipe down and play nice when this same advice would never be given to a PoC or feminists (I hope) in the same circumstance. My response:
PS: My response regarding tone. Current Mood: outraged |
| Saturday, November 15th, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
9:01p | The Continuing Saga of Jennifer Roberson Ok, I couldn't wait to go borrow a book - that won't happen until Wed (even though I currently now owe library fees unless I get to a library tomorrow. But damn I'm sore). So I didn't want to wait to find out stuff. And right now I'm trying to get my hands on another version. Because the typed up PDF version has enough spelling errors and possible typos to make me wonder if some whole sentences are misplaces too. I'm on page three. I'm bored/rolling my eyes/cringing from the cliche dialogue. I might be in too much pain to do more than add 300 words here and there on my NaNo. But I can definitely read, and read enough to recognize things I just don't like, things that irk. The psuedo European setting, and trappings from bridle and bit on a horse, to clothing, to environment. And most of all, I don't like the language. There's nothing particularly European about it, I suppose - other than the fact that I'm reading English (so, from German, Latin, Anglo-Saxon and some French). Hmm I need to figure out my dislike of the high handed language and if it's that more than anything else pissing me off about something I remember liking as a child. ( More here ) |
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the_willow |
7:22p | The Past I've just seen a book review for a book I read in highschool and the reviewer couldn't stop talking about all the rape. And I remember enjoying Jennifer Roberson in highschool. So now I need to re-read and discover what exactly did I think love was when I was 13, that I could have read a book with a whole bunch of rape and come away liking the series. Back in those days too, I went by book on the shelf at the school library (since my mother kept hiding my public library card and throwing out the public library books but I could keep the school books in a school locker). So once I found an author I liked, I just went down the shelf, following whatever they'd written next. I'm just now discovering the names of these authors too, because back then (no longer, have been in Maryland too long where they use the Library of Congress System), I went by Dewey Decimal # more than even the author's names. I knew which numbers were likely to contain things I'd enjoy reading. So names weren't a big deal for me and titles only stayed in my head long enough for the next in the series. But I'm incredibly curious right now about the Cheysuli and Jennifer Roberson, because my hazzy memory says something about shape-changing celtic gypsies (cliche romani) with a dash of Tristan and Iolande and a quarter cup of romance novel 'I want you, but can't have you, but neeeeed you'. I'm scared, but I think it's probably important I see how much and exactly how I've matured. I'm beginning to wonder if slash didn't help with that by encouraging people to accept their kinks and how bad a story they're willing to read for their kinks. And I guess I impressed very early, like a little duckling, on 'Withholding Want'. Hmm Vampire Hunter D - so sexy. So alone. So repressed. ... Where was I again? |
| Friday, November 14th, 2008 | ||
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elke_tanzer |
11:15p | Ooooof. Home again. And now I'm home, after a long and productive and inspiring week at the sysadmin conference, and a very, very long day today at work. Oooooooooooooooooof. I have a ton of things I want to do this weekend, and a ton of things I need to do this weekend, but right now? Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep. G'night, lovelies... may you dream of dancing with the eddying wind through beams of moonlight and starshine, the arch of the sky above stone sentinel mountains, whispering pine forests, rolling green fields, rushing streams with their misty waterfalls, and wave-swept soft sand beaches. Current Mood: home |
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the_willow |
4:31p | |
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the_willow |
2:55p | I got a bowie knife, itching to slice My cat. "You know what would be fun? If I capsized my food and water bowl. So Mommy has to clean that all up, and give me a new fresh, completely full of fresh new food bowl!" I want a pair of cat skin slippers. Outside is a wet messy, foggy thing. Very very fall like. I can't see downtown through the haze of cloud and mist. It'd be very beautiful if I wasn't thinking so much about how this must be the reason I felt like ass last night. Also, in my quest to make it so that my body doesn't need caffiene, I've discovered two things. The first being that caffiene now affects me as to make it difficult for me to sleep. Which is a first. The second being that I now understand my chocolate cravings as a need for endorphins to handle pain. I must have had five cups of hot cocoa/chocolate yesterday and the end result was me up bright and perky until past seven this morning. In other news, I may consider leaving the house this weekend. |
| Thursday, November 13th, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
10:38p | GIP delux_vivens among others will know what this is about. Current Mood: bitchyCurrent Music: Blink 182 - I Miss You |
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the_willow |
5:58p | WTF Feminist Science Fiction & Fantasy Carnival???? I'm not finished reading this ?something? on Firefly by LJ's _allecto_. It's called A Rapist's View of the World: Joss Whedon and FireflyAnnnnd I'm having some issues. Like I said, I'm not even halfway through this already but I want to roll my eyes the way the poster claims the sight of Zoe calling Mal 'Sir' made her want to roll her eyes. I find myself going - Yeah, cause it's so horrible that in a military command, the second in charge person is a black woman who calls her commanding officer sir, cause y'know, that's what you do in the military. Then she goes on to say how Mal tells the black woman to shut up, later on in the first few scenes of the pilot and that it's horrifying and sending a terrifying message of how much Joss Whedon hates women because Mal's quoted as saying "Sometimes you just wanna duct tape her mouth and dump her in the hold for a month.” Because Kaylee's being cheerful. I find myself going 'Wow, way to reach for the histrionics'. Like I've never told anyone (young children even) how I want to hang them from their ankles and dunk them in cold water. OMG. Someone call child protective services! Then there's the part where there's snark over Inara apparently - ‘Companion’, Joss Whedon’s euphemism for prostituted women. Cause apparently courtesan's, such as y'know, the courtesans of Venice in the was it 14th century (?) etc, who were women who controlled their own fates and status via sex and were so rich that legally wedded wives felt threatened and instituted clothing and appearance laws - isn't something the OP is aware of. I just can't read anymore. I can't take this individual (the OP) seriously. This is feminism? I mean I think there are some skuzzy issues surrounding all of Joss' work and Firefly has the largest issues mostly because he didn't get 7 yrs to correct himself, just 14 episodes and 2 hours of movie. But seriously? I think I can almost understand why people think the words 'Lesbian Feminist' mean some white woman with a knife is going to self conjure into the room and castrate any male being she sees. The OP continues her screed on a wordpress blog here. She calls a male feminist a 'magical unicorn' ( zombiemallet Don't even look. She's not worth it. You'll upset yourself. I'm telling you now. DO NOT GO THERE). And talks about how he seemingly out of nowhere came to the conclusion that she believes all sex is rape and disagrees with her on that point. But that's where my mind was headed too, so I wonder if that makes me a magical unicorn - oh wait, I'm gay, black and female. I already am.Yeah... I'm just gonna move on and be glad I dumped the terms feminism and feminist out of my personal dictionary way back in the beginning of the year. Cause ... yeah. It's like seeing the crazy uncle at a family reunion with alcohol in one hand and his dick out his fly that he's holding in the other. It's just 'Someone get him some strong medication and lock him up in a room where he can't harm anyone'. ETA: Apparently this was craziness that went around last year that I missed somehow. Current Mood: wtf-ed! |
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the_willow |
3:18p | OMG WTF? When Twitter is down it's.... it's WRONG. The Universe - she has gone wrong! Call the ...somebody. Heroes. Internet fixing heroes! That's what we need! ETA: Originally I was happy just to see Twitter back. But it's been 20 mins now and I can't post. |
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the_willow |
10:24a | [ grumble grumble *bitchsmack* ] If I'd returned "Skulduggery Pleasant" to the library last week when it was in my bag - I wouldn't be going 'Oh crap' right now. It's raining and I really don't want to try and navigate the streets with an umbrella AND a cane. I'd originally thought to get the book renewed for a -third- session, but then realized I had a week left to read it and I hadn't been enjoying it - though I wasn't sure why. So it gave me a week to figure things out. Lo and behold this week I did figure things out. This should probably go into my review journal (but I might cut and paste later). The protagonist is a young girl and I realized her reactions to things was completely unrealistic. Now, I'm aware that I have a finely tuned hair trigger against the minimization of trauma. But I still think that if suddenly one night you get thrown into a world of extreme violence and people are actually trying to kill you - that a real human being would be in shock and shaky and trembling and perhaps wrestling with themselves against 'OMG, death! Painful death!' and 'OMG, Magic. Sweet sweet magic!'. The character in this book treats some seriously traumatic things like losing the effing tv remote. She's seriously not worth a a library late fee. It's still morning, though. I suppose I can wait and see how the rain goes into the afternoon. Current Mood:  grumpy |
| Wednesday, November 12th, 2008 | ||
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the_willow |
8:02p | Right Verizon & Their Modems. Modem #1 - Died Modem #2 - Buzzes annoyingly Modem #3 - Dead So now I've got to call them and use up energy saying that the third modem they sent me is dead. Crap on a stick. I'll try and do that before therapy tomorrow. In too much pain today. Just realized that's what's been taxing my mental energy. All that stretching to use the window kit and seal with with the plastic yesterday and my arms don't want to leave my sides. |
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elke_tanzer |
11:29a | Giving thanks, and upcoming holiday spirit I kind of missed out on October this year, and actually, most of September... actually most of the summer, too... Now that it's November I just want to say that I'm thankful for all of you. I'm thankful that you're present in my life, and that you are the people you are. You're infinitely fascinating and creative and joyous and inspiring and Of My Tribe, and I'm so thrilled that we've found each other, either in RL or on this wild and wacky intarweb. *group hugsmish* *squeezes tight* I am feeling braindead about wishlists for myself this year, but I figure I'll manage to put something together by Thanksgiving for my family and friends (online and offline). I need to update my Amazon wishlist and my ThingsIWant.com wishlist and to write my fannish wishlist, and I'm just not feeling up to that right now. I have too many half-finished gifts and obligations for other people I need to complete before I can even think about things that might brighten my own life. It's been quite a year. Right now, if you want to do something nice for me? Please email me at elke dot tanzer at gmail dot com with your snail-mailing address, your IJ username and your preferred email address (and whether or not it's OK for me to send you porny things -- if you live in stealth mode with nonfannish family or roommates, for instance). See, I have a big pile of wee little gifties and cards that are supposed to be winging their way around, and I'm fairly certain my addressbook is incomplete and/or out of date for plenty of you fine folks. Also? If you have posted a wishlist post? Please comment here linking to it. Because wishes are wonderful things. Current Mood:  cheerful |