sundries

Patty and I are now registered for a trip to the airshow on my birthday. When we get there at 10am the list opens up to reserve flights in a biplane. I've never been in an open-cockpit plane and it's been longer than I even want to admit since I've been up in a small plane of any sort, but I am So Fucking Excited.

Yeah. So, Switzerland for a week in November. For work. I'm starting to feel more sanguine about it now that I've accepted it's far away enough that I can put it out of my mind and the various reasons I was feeling testy about the whole thing (which range from reasonably valid to batshit insane).

Speaking of batshit... remember the whole thing about the buttons on my greatcoat and how I changed them really hastily and sloppily on the flight out to LA? Yeah, well, I'm going to have to change them again. Because I've gotten a line on the correct buttons. So that's actually AWESOME, but a) a PitA and b) man, there is _so_ much wrong with me. Let's see if I can get this done before I'm on a fucking flight to LA again, yeah?

And on that note, get me the hell away from Sutlers because I _still_ want a Regency-era naval uniform and my current interest in other historical periods (look at me, trying to be delicate about my obsessions!) is not making that site a place I should be loitering on. On the other hand, they're going to have a US site soon, which will be nice -- firm numbers instead of wonky currency conversions.

Okay, so I was being all eh about Girl Number 9, but they are doing this whole Twitter narrative thing now, and unlike most things that try to do that, it's actually well done. So maybe I'm caring. Just a little.

Having gotten that Martin thing out of my system (okay, not really, but it's written, so it doesn't matter if it's still lingering in my brain) current working on list is refined to matters of immediate concern: virtual season work, lesbian werewolf story, Bristol abstract.

Is it wrong that this makes me want to become a better knitter?

Google AdSense + My LJ = Funny.

I wish the photos Patty & I are in from Dances of Vice would be posted already. That said, this makes my day. Be more adorable!

Gluten-free Cinnamon Rice Chex make most things better.

For the first time, some success is being reported out of an AIDS vaccine trial. keori got my attention with her excellently written post, because to be honest, I had a "that's nice and that's not enough" reaction to it this morning. But she really, really, brings home what the 1980s was like and reminds me of something I should not ever need to be reminded of, which is how many men I know who watched dozens of their friends and lovers die. AIDS forced me to learn about queer culture, to become an activist, to examine my gender issues, to stand up to my parents, to learn how to protest, to speak when it as unwise. Maybe one day AIDS won't force anyone to do anything other than get a shot.

sundries, evening edition

Hey, I'm on GenderFork today.

splix has alerted me to the fact that Baz Luhrmann is going to be a guest judge on Dancing with the Stars next week. I'm so pleased, the less said about it the better.

Speaking of all that, apparently one of Craig Pearce's scripts is currently shooting: The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud. We've seen what happens when Luhrmann works without Pearce (I remain convinced that's part of what was responsible for Australia's amazing lack of getting to the point); I wonder what happens when Pearce works without Lurhmann.

Wow, that puts me all back in another part of my life at the moment. It's all a bit sweet.

Anyway, I went to the Fluevog store to look at the shoes I'm obsessed with. They don't have them in stock. Which makes this all the more convoluted. If the style were on Zappos I could do the order return thing a few times until I found the right size or realized it was hopeless, but that's not an option either. Hrrrrrr.

Mmmmmm, groceries.

Okay, back to work.

Because really, I'm trying to convince myself not to comment on this.

common secrets

http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2009/09/24/miscarriage-is-a-workplace-event/

I'm obsessed with common secrets, the things that happen all the time but no one talks about or if they do talk about they usually do it with lots of judgment because that's the only way the discussion is allowed.

This is on that.
It's about miscarriage and abortion.
But it's also about statistics.
And the less bad of bad options.
And the way we judge women.
And what we say on Twitter.
And being uncomfortable.
And controlling our lives by telling our stories.