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We're back from the shore and I'm back at my desk and very, very busy since we leave for Chicago on Wednesday night.

I received a very unclear bill from the hospital re: my kidney stone for about $85. If this is the only bill (still waiting for the ambulance thing to sort out), I will be very grateful, but since there are no details on it, I can't tell what's up.

Prop 8-related matters could wind up in front of the Supreme Court as early as this week. The very idea of equal marriage rights being so alarming as to cause the Prop 8 proponents to seek an emergency stay makes me queasy.

Judith Dunnington Peabody was from a world that, even now, still exists in New York City. She attended Miss Hewitt’s Classes (yes, yes, where I went so much later), the Ethel Walker School, and Bryn Mawr. She was a member of the Junior League (as I have also been, and that's a story for another time because it is unpleasant to tell). And "she 'was introduced to society,' ... at the Piping Rock Club, Locust Valley, N.Y., in 1947."

She was also did what was in 1985, unthinkable, volunteering to be a hands on care-giver to AIDS patients. Please read this Op-Ed, which is about her; her mother-in-law who was a part of the Civil Rights Movement; Prop 8; our confused, screwed up, scared nation; and Tony Kushner's Angels in America.

I've had a lot of cause lately to be all old, and cranky, and people were dying and you weren't here and you don't get it -- well, this might make it make some sense. And if you haven't read or seen Angels in America, you probably should.

Note, this piece does draw parallels between the Civil Rights Movement and issues related to civil rights for LGBT Americans. While these two struggles totally have things to say to each other, there are a lot of fundamental differences involved, and I think it's important to remember that to respect both African-American and LGBT history in the US.

SALGA was allowed into New York's India Day parade over the weekend. In recent years they've been banned and have protested the parade instead.

"Why girly jobs don't pay well" - I dunno? misogyny and "cute" headlines?

I said it on Twitter last night, but I still think it's clever as hell: True Blood is so over the top it's starting to feel like Baz Luhrmann does opera about vampires.

Speaking of Twitter: it's slightly weird when celebrities/creators I follow and had no idea knew each other start tweeting at each other about making social plans with each other. That is all. Actually, there's an extra weird side bonus in one of those recent incidents, but it's a long story that won't quite make sense yet. Twitter, in short, is so weird. But hey, as long as Russell Tovey keeps posting random pics of himself writing notes to Twitter while half naked, am I complaining? No I am not.

Hey, what's with this new Nikita show I keep seeing ads for? Is this another bad made-for-TV adaptation of the completely awesome film La Femme Nikita which is arguably, for what is essentially not a SF/F film at all, one of the most cyberpunk films ever made? Cranky cranky.

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Well now me, I thought the tv show Nikita was pretty good...but then, I was 20ish, and can hopefully be forgiven for my taste. I'm actually rewatching the show for the first time just now, and um, okay, I can see some flaws in the writing that I didn't see at the time. I still think it was pretty enjoyable, and the pure crack potential is excellent. Plus, very attractive, well-dressed people with accents blowing stuff up and running. (I think I'm seeing a fandom pattern here. Moving on...) I still have the leather pants and skirt that represent my first ever foray into cosplay, although I didn't know there was a word for it at the time. My days were better when I was dressed up as Nikita.

The show is being remade. I haven't heard much directly, as the simple news that there was a remake sent me into my cave of Do Not Want, but I have heard that it's a remake that takes much more after the Bridget Fonda film (egad) than the original Luc Besson film (one of the first DVDs I ever bought, and a movie I still rewatch).

There's room in my cave for two. I'll even turn off the subtitles on the film, if you like. *pats cushion, smiles*