Patty's phone has been found! At the restaurant we ate at the night before she left. I had tried to call them the day of her flight but we kept getting disconnected and then the call wouldn't go through. But anyway, that's all good, and I'll pick it up for her today or tomorrow. Yay. Also, I hear she acquired welsh cakes for me.
Pam Cook book is so good, but y'all don't care. But, SO GOOD. It's weird though when she breezes by things I know more trivia about than she has any reason to include because her focus is elsewhere.
One of the things I find challenging about wearing many hats that are, despite my best efforts, not entirely fully integrated yet (that's really a function of success/fame -- until you're _known_ the extra hats can look like lack of focus, as opposed to PURE AWESOME) is when I have to write bios that are only about one part of the awesome I do. I get how it's all connected, and the bio can totally make it make sense, but it's, alas, not always the time or place. It makes me sad. Hey, you all, write your bio as it should be (like would go with an authored article or a theater program listing or whatever) in comments. That should be fun.
This means I currently have two things out that are almost certainly going to press, but I can't talk about yet, and two pitches out that I have no idea what's up with them yet. Not bad. More, I must make more! Also, I think I am totally going to do that screenplay writing contest.
Have the fake book for the Inception musical spoof now. Hey, I can still sight read decently. Good to know. Also, I am so in love with this one song, which is sly and funny and dark and sort of suits me completely unrelated to the context of the material or source material. Also, you all have to love a line that's "the strength of my wrist, is damage control." ARE YOU EXCITED YET, PEOPLE? Also, my former roommate is singing the Eames to my Arthur, so tell me that's not pure hilarity.
Yesterday, I was awesome with plumbing. STOP LAUGHING. I had to change a washer, that was nearly impossible to find, in a very cantakerous showerhead, but I got it to work and am very proud of myself.
Love this haircut. Never have I ever spent ten minutes in front of the mirror messing with a haircut because it was JUST THAT AWESOME. But this haircut is just that awesome.
Hate the degree to which my gender presentation is a function of who's giving me cookies. Oh, I was pretty in a dress, let's be a girl! I love/am a function of my wavering gender. But sometimes, I feel like a ghost because of it.
Why is the whole Internet so super slow lately? Is it sunspots or what?
Oh, hey, if I owe you a response to a PM, and I can think of at least two that had Emotional Content I Should Respond To, I am a flake, and you are not a creeper, and I'll try to get back to you today. LJ PM's and I -- I hate the interface. It's a thing. Sorry!
It is with no little sense of inner-conflict and bitterness that I report on this thing that seems to imply being queer might help you get into college. I barely managed to stay in school because I was queer.
Don't think anyone's posted it here yet, but it's the end of a long day so I could be wrong. Rutgers freshman is presumed dead in suicide after roommate broadcast gay sexual encounter online (http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2010/09/hold_new_rutgers_post.html).
This story is one of a number I have come across today that just make me seethe. Although I do kind of dig that the same medium that they used to badger their victim is now publishing their name and likenesses to internetland to see. Did this result truly not cross their minds? I sure as hell wasn't that callous and stupid at 18.
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