Just got email about my 20th high school reunion. How is that even possible? On the survey about possible dates for it, it offered a list of check-boxes for why we might be attending including things like "reconnecting with friends" and "networking." I resisted saying something intolerably snarky in the "other" box.
If you are a New York resident wishing to contact your state senator about the possible gay marriage vote today, Empire State Pride Agenda makes it easy. Thanks regyt. You think, "hey, it's New York, this'll be easy." Wrong, aside from all sorts of weird state politics that this thing has gotten tangled up with, New York is actually a largely conservative state on social issues that just happens to have New York City (and apparently Albany and its environs) attached to it. And then there's this guy. In the Bronx.
Scalzi on why writers are often broke. I can't really emphasize enough how poorly most types of writing pay. Once you have multiple books out that you've earned out your advance on and are providing you with regular meager royalty checks, things start to get better, but do you know how hard it is to develop that sort of income stream? And how long it takes? And I say that as someone who doesn't have a lot stuff out there and still makes more dosh from writing than a lot of writers I know for a variety of weird reasons.
Deleted scene from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. This! This is the universe as it lives in my heart. ETA: new working link
Last night, while in the midst of a very bizarre phone call and simultaneously cooking dinner, I accidentally stabbed my thumb with a knife. Today it hurts a tad.
My ten year reunion was apparently a lot like yours. The 20th just happened and I think many people did go. I did not. I would rather eat broken glass.
I think I'd feel some satisfaction in demonstrating how awesome I am now. I mean, I was pretty awesome in high school, but I'm really proud of who I've turned out to be and wouldn't mind showing off.
To which I can only conclude that I'm totally five.
Embarrassing confession? Under the many reasons I did not want to go, which were legion, was the unhappy truth that I got fat. It was like the last nail in the coffin.
I was always skinny and then they put me on zoloft. But I was the weird girl with pink hair in 1986 in rural Connecticut so it's not like I look the same now anyway and high school was really hellish, though I didn't get made fun of because people were afraid of me. Hilarious.
This sounds familiar, except that I didn't have especially fun hair, and wasn't sufficiently fear-inspiring (rural midwest, adjacent to a military base)
Ironically, I look a lot like I did in high school, which causes massive hilarity with my mother.
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Date: 2009-11-10 10:19 pm (UTC)To which I can only conclude that I'm totally five.
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Date: 2009-11-10 10:42 pm (UTC)Ironically, I look a lot like I did in high school, which causes massive hilarity with my mother.