Patty has chosen a living situation in Cardiff and I believe is moving in there today. There are chickens. Someone, please use the chickens detail in a Torchwood fic.
Dress has been altered thanks to marchek. After I bought shoes for it, which were higher than I intended but are super comfy, and an industrial bra that basically takes me form a B-cup to a DD-cup, I decided it didn't need to be shortened, it just needed to be nipped in slightly on one side, and it has been. So it looks great, even if it's pure technology. Perhaps, that's entirely suitable.
I fear I am getting Patty's cold. Add to this that I need to get up at 4am tomorrow because of one of those vagaries of media-related employment and I'm full of dread. Mostly, I just need to power through the event tomorrow night, and then if I get sick, I get sick, although I'd rather manage to power through this whole week -- what with the Paley Center and the Inception rehearsal.
We haven't gotten any mail at the house in several days, which is pretty unusual. Should I be concerned about this in a "some asshole did a change of address on me" or something similar way?
Last night I tried to start my "It Gets Better" video. I've run into a few problems, including that most of the anti-gay bullying I experienced was during my completely horrific freshman year of college; that's not very promising is it? Maybe I should be vague. Also, somewhere towards the end of messing with it last night I sort of had a "Oh, this is how iMovie works!" breakthrough that has now led me to being all "scrap this, story board, start again, be awesome!" which on on hand is unnecessary, but on the other hand, does speak to greater cogency. Also, the power of editing is awesome, because it helps the directorial imagination, but wow, I HATE EDITING. At least with iMovie. It's a patience thing. MAKE IT GO. GRah.
What's being sold in ads that feature "female empowerment"? I generally hate those ads. To some people they're inspiring. To me they say "you're nothing, but if you buy this thing, you can feel like you have one tiny little choice in the world."
"The Ecstasy of Grief" by eleusis_walks: an essay on the death of Jenny Calendar in Buffy which I'm linking to for my own reference because it's about death stuff.
Yeah, better to be prepared for the possibility of horrific times at college (and how to recognize it and make it stop) than perpetuating the "College is a merry wonderland that gets you away from your parents and high school peers AND THEN IT IS ALL BETTER", because if your collegemates are even worse...
And it did get better.
Also, YMMV, but the people who need this the most are the people who are already having horrible stuff done to them. You are unlikely to shock them with the details of your experience's particular permutation of man's inhumanity to man. The shocking part is that you survived even all this, and this isn't "only what you deserve for being That Way", and that it's better *now*.
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Date: 2010-09-26 06:21 pm (UTC)And it did get better.
Also, YMMV, but the people who need this the most are the people who are already having horrible stuff done to them. You are unlikely to shock them with the details of your experience's particular permutation of man's inhumanity to man. The shocking part is that you survived even all this, and this isn't "only what you deserve for being That Way", and that it's better *now*.