rm | sundries

Today is another epic work day. I'm going to try to not come in tomorrow, so that I might actually clean my house before the house sitter arrives and do things I need to do to get ready for my trip. There's shopping, a haircut, and another video conference with Patty that all need to happen.

Remember the AWESOME shoes I bought for the NYMF opening party? I left them in a cab after the NYMF closing party. I'm trying to do the lost and found thing. I'm pretty annoyed with myself, but don't have the time to truly hate myself over it.

Yesterday Kali and I had an awesome writers meeting. The global banking crisis continues to be the metaphor that has enabled us to solve the whole book. We now have a structure for the whole thing; lots of background notes; most character names; a detailed 80% complete outline of the first half; a strategy for getting it done; and a few shitty opening paragraphs I wrote late last night.

Dogboy & Justine now has 33 backers who have pledged a total of $1,375 to the production. By the end of the day, the trajectory goals are such that we need to get to at least $1,450.

Hey. When I have to use a product I've never used before, sometimes I check online to see if it's gluten-free. That's because current US labeling laws address wheat but not gluten. And Googling it often faster than calling an 800-number where someone doesn't have the answer. That's why it's INCREDIBLY IRRESPONSIBLE when other people with my disease run to a celiac board every time you feel ill and blame it on a random product. Sometimes, even with celiac disease, OTHER STUFF WILL MAKE YOU SICK, because normal people get stomach upsets. Basically one person does this once, in like 2006, and it proliferates all over the Internet, and restricts me from a product I can actually use. Warnings from my fellow afflicted are good, but please think before you're all THIS WILL KILL YOU AND THIS COMPANY HATES YOU.

WWI is about to end (yes, WWI) as Germany pays the last of its reparations.

DADT reinstated.

Preserving gay film history.

Even cooler than the ClockTower: Seattle's pyramid.

Bob Guccione has died.

Wheelchairs for animals: look at the adorable sheep!