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There are just a few more days to bid on things at debsliverlovers. Some more really cool stuff went up yesterday (an awesome novel with art drawn into it directly by Thomas Canty! An original page of comic art from Colleen Doran!) and some more awesome stuff will be going up today. So far the auction looks like it's raised 6K, but the goal is 10K to help with the costs associated with this live donor liver transplant. Go check it out.

This UK trip is still confusing.

I know it's super easy to go to Cardiff for a day. Patty and I did it last month. What's not super easy is leaving New York on July 7, landing in London on July 8, going to Cardiff on July 9, heading to Bristol that night, heading back to London on July 11, leaving for New York on July 12. See how much better this plan is if Cardiff just gets removed? SO MUCH BETTER. But I'm still torn because of the nature of my research and my desire for fabulous gluten-free welsh cakes. Also, the part where I am whiny.

On the other hand, after reading an article about how awfully hard it is to manage to use points on Delta, I'm a bit more "fuck it" and leaning towards Virgin Atlantic. Did you know, however, that you can't trade frequent flier points between Virgin Atlantic and Virgin America? Also, the most ideal times for the flights to allow me to actually do stuff in London on Monday involve me flying back into Newark. Getting home from Newark sucks, but a little bit of inconvenience is worth it, right?

Also, what do I want to see in my brief stays in London this time? Imperial War Museum. But what else? What do I want to see in my super brief sojourn in Bristol? Cardiff is the WORST possible plan, right? The question is whether not going to Cardiff is an even more terrible plan.

smirnoffmule made a warning for slash bingo card. If you start to say one of those things on the card? Stop.

Remember that thing when LJ tried to make people indicate a gender _and_ the options sucked? Now it's DeviantArt's turn. Bad plan, DeviantArt, bad plan.

Life on the subway was super annoying this morning: don't fucking litter and don't fucking sit like your balls are the size of New Jersey. It kept making me want to burst out in Buffy-esque song.

Last night after helping a friend put stuff into storage and fighting the subways Patty got home super late, so we have no Buffy or Angel update for you. Also, I am pretty damn tired, as we stayed up too late talking when she did get home, because we prize the check-in time.

The love from fictional characters meme hasn't just been funny, it's been oddly sweet.

redstapler links us to sidewalk lanes for New Yorkers vs. Tourists. Pity it's a joke.

I got a ticket to the White Collar event at the Paley Center. Yay.

Meanwhile, Patty and I must get Metropolis tickets immediately.

My parents have started to read my Bristol paper. They're on page 9. They are proud of me. My mother says she didn't know science fiction was about things. I explain that genre is merely incidental to the work - Sherlock Holmes isn't science fiction (although, fiction with science!) - as SFF has more ways of talking about death constantly. So far she finds the paper "sweet" and "fascinating" but I don't think she's gotten to the part that I expect will break her brain yet. My father relays his more muted opinions through my mother, which is good, or else he'll talk to me about god.

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Re: you laugh or you cry

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Everyone's experience is different. I would say that the experience of the homophobia and inanity on the internet is sometimes worse, because it is so personal. At the hotline, it wasn't my life under fire.

Everyone has different breaking points and there is only so much a person can do or say before becoming frustrated. But frustration doesn't mean giving up hope.