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For those following along I just bought an egregiously expensive ticket to Die Zauberflöte for Friday night. Sixth row. Center. Now to figure out all the train stuff, which is slightly complicated. I am curious, but somewhat in a "that sounds like a terrible idea" way about La Fanciulla del West, and have just been informed it's currently running in New York, I will go see it there with the cheap seats.

Now, do I wear my dress and show off the tattoo or do I do my awesome expensive jeans, custom dress shirt, waistcoat, suit jacket look? The problem is that every choice is a story.

Windows users may have had some problems with the Inception: The Musical download yesterday. We've got the problem fixed, so if you encountered it, please try again.

My to-do list is so fucking long you don't even want to know. It involves writing copy, working on creative things, sending stuff for editing, various guest apps/speakers apps/CFPs for cons and other events, travel arrangements, and just the whole general world domination thing. I should also call my mom.

Speaking of, I just became that asshole who's bummed because their favorite room at their favorite hotel is booked on the night they want it. So am I booking a different room? No. I'm hovering over availability day by day in hopes that other person cancels. The rest of my life needs to catch up with these impulses, stat.

A book in which I have a paper about conflict-focused coverage in US television media was released today at a major UN event. Yeah, really. See, I have this whole life of awesome I don't even talk about here.

Meanwhile, does anyone have any special requests for theme for tomorrow's Wicked Wednesdays?

bodlon has written about the latest in security theater from the TSA. I want to take a moment to state that I am not particularly prudish, am not particularly religious, am not at all shy about my body, and have never experienced sexual assault, and yet the current choice between excessive touch and exposing imagining upsets me in a completely visceral, horrifying, uncomfortable way.

My body, aside from just being mine, is also my tool, my instrument, and my product. The idea that I should be all right with this manner of its treatment is entirely beyond me, and I'm lucky in the number of complicating factors these experiences don't bring to the table for me. This shit is not okay.

Fighting bullies with babies.

"Days before Christmas 1933 ... Edith May took her 4-year-old daughter Felice to a five-and-dime store and bought her a wooden horse. Seventy-seven years later, Felice May Dunn owns two farms and 17 Welsh ponies." -- The beneficiaries of B. Virdot.

Andrew Shirvell has been fired as a state assistant attorney general for his harassment of a gay college student.

A 16-year-old girl at a single-sex school in Melbourne has transferred schools after being disallowed from attending a school dance with her girlfriend.

So Merlin! Yeah, so episodes 3.4 and 3.5 were pretty great. Gawain is interesting and has depth and brings a murkiness to the relentless chemistry of the show's performances. Arthur is finally growing up into the king we expect. Morgaine really is Arthur's half-sister, which is huge -- I thought the show was going to blow that off! Does this mean they'll sleep together? I guess not, since we acquired Mordred elsewhere, but dammit, show, GO DARK, GO DARK! Gwen remains underused this season, but her chemistry with Arthur is lovely. Watching Merlin, himself, grow up is heartbreaking. All that power and loneliness. This is almost never the show I want it to be, I actually ache for that show to exist now.