sundries

In case this isn't clear: You don't fuck with my family. Not my partner. Not my creative collaborators. Not my friends. Not my ex-lovers (because while there are a few who can happily stay way the hell away over there, I don't actually wish bad things upon them). My ability and willingness to make your life unpleasant in completely legal ways is higher than you might suspect. God, I am pissed off at people's shit this week!

With three minutes to spare, I did get those two essays done. Not my best work in the sense of the magic I do with cadence, but clear, entertaining stories with emotional points on topics not previously addressed. I can live with it. I AM A GOD OF ADEQUACY.

Some luxury travel mag came in the mail last night probably because of the cruise we've registered for. It contained: a good feature on NYC with some restaurants I now want to try (yay), a feature on Wales (oh god, I really want to fucking go now, but god help me for wanting to stay in this hip little place with entirely white furniture and awesome textures in fucking Penarth), and a piece on luxury camping which yielded one vacation idea for Patty and I, and one plotbunny.

Gotta get groceries tonight. And do laundry. And deal with the dry cleaning. Food and fabric are both infinite.

Patty sent me pictures of a mass stingray migration yesterday. It's been all over the net, so you've probably seen it, but I fucking love rays, and she remembered that and I was tickled.

Today I am doing work about Tibet.

I am loving the cracktastic AfterElton Torchwood episode summaries.

Interesting movie thing maybe going on for me.

I really thought I was going to be crazy into ST:Reboot fic, as I thought the movie was so sexy and great and loving towards the original and fannish sentiment. However, I find I do not care. I am slightly sad.

Privatization might be next for USPS. It's worked well in other countries, but I'm not sure it would here. In fact, I think it would probably suck. http://naamah-darling.livejournal.com/410499.html

I can deal with people disagreeing about how to achieve universal access to health services, but I can't deal with the people who think that healthcare, the basic medical maintenance of our existence, isn't somehow a basic right. If we say people with more money have more right to health and normal life-expectancy we're getting into some very scary territory. I hate my tax burden, but am glad to pay more, both so my neighbor can get care, and also so that I am not complicit in a serious of illogical and amoral decisions about who is worthy and what has the best ROI. Of course, there are a hundred other things wrong with our healthcare system too, like a focus on non-critical drugs for non-critical ailments that produce lots of side effects and have no efficacy. The whole thing is such a fucking mess and makes me very, very angry.

Being female, I like to say sometimes I was never mine, and this is what I mean: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/louise-marie-roth/is-a-woman-in-labor-a-per_b_242307.html More infor here via browneyedgirl65.

When does whatever the big Doctor Who/Torchwood news we're expecting come out of Comic Con? I'm actually sort of tense about it, because there's one thing I'm really hoping it's not, as it will send me off into a deep-end of professional crazy I'm not in the mood for.

I tripped over some stuff yesterday and fucked my knee up but good.

I am having thinky thoughts lately about the current state of the fencing thing (and there's an essay that I have to write relatedly), various BDSM stuff and my crappy disease. All unrelated to each other. Whether I get around to posting any of it is another matter entirely.

I've been eating scads of garlic bread lately. Granted, it's sort of lame celiac garlic bread that involve gluten-free toast topped with vegetable oil butter-like spread, garlic powder, oregano and paprika, but it's still pretty good.

FUCKING SQUIRRELS ripped off more vegetables. FUCKING SQUIRRELS.

Still have a cold, but kinda sorta almost feel human.

I was really hoping my new suit would be here in time for WriterCon, but unless I hear from Seyta today, I'm pretty sure that's not happening.

Looks like the Taco Bell chihuahua died.

Apparently ( CoE spoiler )

Something I've never seen a good writer in Torchwood fandom tackle ( oh, vague CoE spoiler )

Bingo! RaceFail, LGBTQFail & Misogyny all in one small act of fannish cluelessness

A few clueless slashers fetishize real queer people while throwing in fun sides of racism and misogyny:

http://community.livejournal.com/newtrekslash/268981.html
http://www.seetreklove.com
http://www.seetreklove.com/forums/showpost.php?s=e39b6284f12358bc55546e23865c5597&p=2608&postcount=15

THIS IS WHAT FAIL LOOKS LIKE.

Thanks to telesilla and darkrosetiger for the heads-up.