Nov. 22nd, 2006

Like an idiot I stayed up until 4am reading fic. Which is exactly what one should do the night before fencing. Hey [livejournal.com profile] baldanders remember when I took you up in a plane on two hours of sleep?

In the realm of the excellent, while I've been slacking on writing for Associated Content (because I get home, write about fencing and pass out), Gather.com has become deeply enamoured of my entertainment reviews. Gather is not a site where one gets paid (one earns points redeemable for gift cards -- if you earn a lot of points you can redeem them for cash, but I'm not that active on the site); however they are launching a new program with a specified, paid arts & leisure type correspondent in each city and they've asked me to do it. They're also, unrelated to this giving me access to film screenings and featuring my reviews. This is pretty neat, not because it's that big of a deal (but oh cash at the best possible time!) but because it's nice to have something I do mainly for pleasure recognized with "you should be compensated more for this." So go me.

Meanwhile, I may have created a parental drama. I emailed them a few days ago with things I had kept forgetting to email them -- namely a photo of me from L&O (thanks [livejournal.com profile] laughingirl), a couple of regency Ball pics, and the link to my fencing school (a topic they have seemingly softened on). This has been met (and my dad checks his email constantly) with silence, so I'm wondering if it's the swords or the "dressed like a man in formal pose with Kali". They did, for the record, ask for all this stuff, but why do I feel like tomorrow is going to turn into "are you sure you're not trans?"

As I said to Gabriel last night -- in the world where there are men and women, I'm a woman. In a world where there are men and women and trans people, I'm a woman. In a world where there are men, women, trans people and some other stuff, I'm some other stuff. Also whatever I am, I'm more than certain it's not a tomboy. Anyway, I just don't care, but ack, save me from Turkey Day. Guess I'm wearing a dress this year. This is all, I suppose, one more symptom of the way people usually don't get the weird juxtaposition I am of really bloody serious about everything and also totally playful. I suppose, other than all the whiney introspection here, and even then most of the time, I tend to seem like I just don't give a fuck what people make of it all.

This, added to that my mother is refusing to allow me to bring the celiac-friendly alternatives to allow her to make her Thanksgiving meal as usual, is causing me some anxiety. I offered to bring the bread and sausage I can have the stuffing with. "No, I'll just make potatos." My father will complain about the lack of stuffing and then it's going to be ALL MY FAULT. Tomorrow I'll be thankful for things; today I'll be freaked out, okay?

Can I just tell you that my current mantra about the holiday season is merely to think past it with the idea that the occassions that matter are: a) fencing classes, b) an alternaholiday occassion TBD, and c) the next wizardly birthday (Kali and I do things for the birthdays of our Descensus wizards), which the fellow nerds know is in the first half of January. The rest is just fictive crap. I'm feeling that vague edge of New Year's hysteria I always do, but I've decided to be of the belief that that will be okay simply because it must.

But look, I have a Jack Long icon.

ETA: OH yeah, time to start the betting pool on mom asking "are there any nice boys in fencing?"

Between this, the inevitable poetry about the goodness of wheat I'll have to recite, and the "myth of turkey" (we have chicken, but we must pretend it's a turkey even as my motehr questions us about it's fabulous un-turkey-like properties) I'm hovering at the edge of hysterical laughter.

ETA2: Finally, my dentist sent his annual holiday discount letter with a new email address on it, which I think means he never got my "I have celiac disease; you are rude" letter, which means I have to start that all over again.

ETA3: But today at work, at least I get to do media analysis on Lucius Malfoy's net worth: http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/#article:9259
No, really.

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