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[rm]

It's weird being able to talk to Patty while she's away. Normally, she's on a dig and it's nearly impossible. This time around, we can email and talk a lot. Yet, in some ways that makes it much harder to deal with the fact that she is away, because I'm reminded of it all the time -- so close and yet so far. Constant longing. But, if the CH visit works out, I'll see her in one month. So yay.

Elsewise, there is little to report since I last wrote, 7 hours ago. Tonight, though, is all about creative meetings.

OMG, I have GOT to submit something to this. I don't have an idea in my head for it, but I must find one. MUST.

This made me laugh myself stupid. Note, while accompanying image is not NSFW, it is the cover of a porn movie DVD, so if someone noticed the big Hustler logo, that might not be okay for the office. It's okay for rollick's office though. Let her tell you why.

Some days the news is too much -- not for all the horror, but for the juxtaposition of headlines. See today's two side-by-side winners at CNN: "Cops: Mom taped toddler to wall" and "Cancer patient: I see Jesus in my MRI".

Things I can't believe I'm linking to (which may be a theme for today): iCarly and the spaghetti tacos. But hey, defictionalization!

In more serious news: A dancer living with AIDS talks about her life.

An inside look at the gay panic in Uganda. via supergee.

Also from supergee: How a placebo currency saved Brazil. It both makes perfect sense and is sort of brain-bending. It also explains why the Brazilian currency is named as it is.

Meanwhile, hazing charges at Sigma Gamma Rho.

Just had my first 2010 encounter with "the reason for the season" crap. Jesus is _a_ reason for the season. Not _the_ reason. Also, it's early October? Give us a month, yeah?

the_xtina thinks there should be a poll about a photo I linked to last night. Clickies below the cut.




[Poll #1628322]

And, just so we're clear, that distraction choice? That's for you browneyedgirl65

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what I was doing. Trying to be normal I guess after all the shit that went down my freshman year. I got close to getting into some national sororities who then remembered I was the gay girl from the previous year's drama no matter how well I played at being normal and pretty. So I joined a regional sorority. Less networking benefit, but also way less bullshit and way more diversity.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

"Trying to be normal..."

Yes, that can explain a lot. I realized fairly early on (as least as far back as junior high) that I wasn't "normal," and would never be unless I changed large chunks of who I am. I then developed a calculated disdain for all things "normal," which I held on to long after it had ceased being useful.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Believe me, I knew I wasn't normal. But I'm also one hell of a mirror when I want to be. So, ways of coping, ways of getting things.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

I'm also one hell of a mirror when I want to be.

That can definitely be a useful skill. Unfortunately for me, by the time I had an idea of how useful this could be, I was already firmly established as one of the weirdos and had no idea how to transfer over to being one of the normal people. Then eventually I did get to hang around some of the normal people and realized that it wasn't any better than hanging with the weirdos, and also that I didn't have to automatically dislike something just because the normal people liked it. By this time I had also figured out that the weirdos generally had more fun.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I hate, hate, the thing where people feel they can't like something because it's popular or because of who else likes it. HATE.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

Then it's a good thing you didn't meet me earlier in my life, because that was one of my major defense mechanisms for a long time. I was all about the sour grapes. I'm much better now.

[chaos-by-design.livejournal.com]

I'll confess, I used to have a bit of that problem. Not so much anymore, though I still don't gravitate towards things that are popular, mostly because of a genuine lack of interest.