rm | sundries

If you're not on my Twitter, I need to inform you that last night I saw a woman in Duane Reade doing an elaborate interpretive dance imitation of her cat cleaning itself. She was twisting her neck around and kicking her legs back and sticking out her tongue and all. While in a skirt and high heels. Her boyfriend clearly wanted to die.

Today, the building shut off the water (while I was in need of it) to replace a toilet downstairs, all without telling me. It's fine now.

My academic programming for DragonCon has been submitted. Between that and Writercon stuff (still have to pull the vending thing together) and the recent Modern Library contract and some other submissions I've sent out, I feel really good and together and solid. Yeah, still need to write the Madonna thing.

Am I wearing a cute shirt? Is it in the orange or red spectrum? That means it's laundry time and I'm wearing Patty's clothes.

Every time I think I'm ready to get my plane tickets to WriterCon, I look more closely at the options and frown. AirTran is awful right? What the fuck is SunCoast airlines? Does Delta really offer the only non-stop and is it really $340? Sigh. I can take a flight with a stopover, but it's incredibly bad for me, and I'd really, really prefer not to.

It's super warm out, so I didn't wear a coat or jacket. Now I am freezing in my office.

Thanks to my most recent photo posting,

sethg_prime has given me a frightening idea for a Torchwood AU fic: Torchwood as hedge fund. I've already sort of got it figured out too, in terms of Ianto pulling some Kerviel-like stunt instead of the RobotGirl in the basement thing.

The gluten-free chocolate caramel biscuits are back in stock at Whole Foods, after I whined and whined. So I bought four boxes, in preparation for future shortages again.

Various Bachchan's after voting in India's general election; via

sannate. Probably less amusing if you don't actually know who they are.

My outrage fatigue of the Bush years has given away to a frustrated incredulity. I feel as if I can no longer say anything rational about politics, because nothing that is happening in politics is rational enough to even address: Obama lying about actively working with the Pentagon on Don't Ask, Don't Tell; Dick Cheney's notion that he's somehow running for president; this cracked out belief that our maximum security prisons are incapable of holding terrorism suspects; deliberate lies from politicians about what habeas corpus actually is (and a citizenry that apparently no longer learns this in third grade -- DO YOU KNOW WHAT HABEAS CORPUS IS?); the ongoing torture/Gitmo clusterfuck or lies, forgiveness, moving forward and selective demonization. I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT. What can we do? I don't even know what we can do.

Lambda Legal says California Supreme Court will announce Prop 8 decision on Tuesday, May 26.