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Getting off the subway just now, I see a woman in tears chasing after a man, wailing, "how could you do this to me? how can you just toss me aside?" Then I tripped over some woman staring at the scene, as if the woman crying (the presumably injured party) was somehow insane. The whole thing rattled me in the dark places. If he can't respect you, time to stop respecting him.

Can we be done with the Mercury Retrograde please? It has been epic and ridiculous and horrible.

Speaking of Mercury Retrograde, some of you will remember a thing I posted about advocating for more academic programming at Dragon*Con -- well here's an update on how to do (and not) do that.

Also speaking of Mercury Retrograde, Dances of Vice was wonderful last night after we finally found it, because Google Maps (and some random people we stopped on the street) led us astray in an epic wandering journey through Park Slope, which was super fun in a corset. I hope the other lost folks we found on the way had a great time too.

Highlights included the degree to which it was very organically like things I remember from the 80s -- it wasn't a recreation or a set-up or full of winks and nods, but there were bright lights and shiny objects and an oompah band playing 99 Luft Ballons along with a fire act and an actual dance company and costumes and odd cocktails and a guy who made himself into different animals using shaving cream as well as a fellow Jill and I kept referring to as Lumiere of Rassilon and then Patty and I wound up hiding in a nest of pillows behind some chairs for a while. Pictures soon.

laughingirl raises money for breast cancer charities by walking in various Avon Walks and also by auctioning off small plush bears autographed by stars. She's raised tens of thousands of dollars doing this, and current autographed plush bears for auction may be of particular interest to many of my fannish friends and include ones from John Barrowman, James Marsters and GDL. Buy a bear, people!

Speaking of bears, check out this article on Ring cycle fannishness, which includes a photo of a woman with a costumed bear. Proof that fannishiness isn't some tawdry low-culture thing or proof that opera really is just as trashy as fans have been trying to tell you for years?

If you visit the Creation Museum you can ride a triceratops.

There's a meme going around for people to post high school pics next to pics of them now. I post lots of now pics of me all the time, so that seems a little besides the point, but this is from the beginning of 9th grade (1986), so I'm probably 13 or barely 14 in it.



It reminds me that I've always been serious and that I really need a fucking haircut.

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The thing about opera is, they use the plots that anime doesn't use because they're too silly. Pure crack, and I love it.

One of the people who worked on costuming for the Ring here made my corset. (Which, hey, might fit again, so I should try it on!) And there is a woman who comes every single time without a ticket, and has got in every single time when some kind soul has given her one.

Bruckner once sank to his knees in front of Wagner, gushing “Oh Master, I worship you.” To which Wagner responded, “There, there, Bruckner. Good night!”

Oh, fandom. Never change.