sundries

I'm up, working late, and not even on my D*C presentations. Holy shit.

BUT I AM ON MY NEW COMPUTER.

Patty meanwhile has a cold.

I want to continue to fight the good fight on a number of issues, but I think it's going to have to wait a bit until I'm in Atlanta with the command center (ha) set up. Seriously, I owe a bazillion people emails about meetings and drinks. This Dragon*Con I think is going to be intense in a completely different way than last year's. But, because it's still funny, for the ten people that know the joke: WAFFLE HOUSE.

See you in Atlanta (btw, if you are on the friends list and want to try to catch me somewhere other than my listed programming, use the LJ page widget to my phone, and leave who you are and a way for me to get back to you, preferably by text).

I have not packed. I don't even know what I'm packing. It's rather excessive to bring 2 suits, 2 dresses, 4 dress shirts and my favorite slacks for something that's 3.5 days, but I think that's what I'm actually doing. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Am I bringing the coat? I don't even fucking know. If I do then I have to bring the rest of Jack's clothes (look, that's how I think when I think costumes), which means then I'm bringing 2 suits, 2 dresses, 5 dress shirts, 2 pairs of slacks and that fucking coat, and that's just batshit. And I STILL can't find my navy blue dress shirt and I'm still pissed off about it. Hi. I think I need a nap.

Meanwhile, more good stuff happening.

Dear Ogi,

I have fears, and none of them are you, or the exposure of what turns my crank or how I express myself. You don't even know me (and whatever it is you think I am, I am not), so how dare you call me and my tribe cowards and then take your ball and slink off home. There's really no greater insult, not just to the people you claim you were trying to engage, but to yourself. Generally speaking, I think shame is an ugly and useless emotion, and then things like this happen, and I realize I hope you have a lot of it, not because you deserve it, but because it's the only thing that would explain the viciousness and irrationality of your actions.

*

(What am I talking about? I'm talking about ogi_ogas's assertion that "'some deep sense of pleasure or satisfaction ultimately rooted in subcortical circuits' compels us to seek out slash/transsexuals despite fearing exposure to society at large." Context here: http://shaggirl.livejournal.com/190980.html)

*sigh*

department of help -- SOLVED

So I bought a mac.
I've authorized my ipod on it, and the things I've purchased from the iTunes store that are currently on it have downloaded to the new Mac. But I have more purchases than things on the iPod. Waaaaaaay more. How do I get those things to download from the iTunes store onto the Mac without repurchase?

he apologized

http://ogi-ogas.livejournal.com/4311.html

That's interesting. Implies he's dealing with repercussions from our wrath. Good.

(for the record, he called me (and all of fandom) coward, so I have very little compunction about calling him, in response to this, liar.)

and the story has legs

http://www.roughtheory.org/content/wearing-the-juice-a-case-study-in-research-implosion/

because y'all like my wardrobe stuff

So this morning I finally figured out how to tie a half-windsor. Yes, I was using a shitty knot (four-in-hand) before this. I feel so stupid it took this long for me to get it, although I do lay some of this on being left-handed and so no drawing of this sort of thing can make sense to me ever, but I almost don't care how stupid I feel about having not gotten it, because I am so hideously pleased with myself now.

Of course, this was a random, half-asleep grokking of it, so I'm not actually sure I'm going to be able to repeat the feat, but I think so. Anyway, this knot? fucking superior.

I'm on a motherfucking plane

Seriously.
Wi-Fi.
In the fucking air.