Today has been a day. Including Patty dropping me a note saying she'd probably be home a bit after nine and then coming home at 11:30 because a friend of hers got engaged and there was an impromptu party. But you know what's great about us? I'm not mad; she's cool that I was, however, stressed about it and we just did our big long list of cruise packing/shopping whatsits. I made her read me the suggested packing lists for both men and women. This was actually very useful.
The simple reality at this point is that I will breathe a massive sigh of relief when 2009 is over. It's been hitting everyone close to me hard since the beginning of the year, and it's still hitting. Today involved a few more installments in all of that, one of which I found quite jarring, and I am just ready for it to be done.
I cannot stop eating these chocolate-covered jelly pomegranite things we bought at Costco. Have I mentioned my love affair with Costco? OMG Costco! Om nom nom nom.
DC City Council approves gay marriage. The mayor is expected to sign off. Conventional wisdom says that Congress won't step in (as they can with all DC laws) to overturn this.
Because of weird crap (that LJ'ers explained to me -- thank you!) it's cheaper to fly to other European cities and then fly to England from there. This increases the chance that Patty and I will go to Dublin for a couple of days in April and has started me considering going to Amsterdam for two days before Bristol. I've always wanted to go to Amsterdam, you see. Also, it would be fitting. I haven't done a weird pilgrimage that no one but me understands in a long time (Australia); the whoel Bristol experience may be turning into one of those things though.
I joined NCIS. Hahahahaah, that's so fun to type and I don't even watch the show.
So, I am thinking, a pair of eye-glasses to replace my snapped cat-eyes ones and a pair of square-ish wire-rims with those transitions lenses so I can have prescription sunglasses on the cruise. Y/Y?
From the Department of WTF BBC: Should homosexuals be executed? I'm having a hard time cogently responding to this, but the very short version: you just apologized to Alan Turing, who, btw, helped save your asses in WWII. Doesn't that tell you the damn answer?
More reaction to and fallout from the Chartrand mess: here and here. This is about a lot more than pseudonyms; it's about how you get paid better if you talk about how much women suck and how women on the Internet literally pay the price for all that casual vitriol from men fictive and not.
Okay, so who exactly on the flist is going to Gallifrey One this year? I've actually lost track. Why do I need to know? Inappropriate trinket planning, of course.
Tomorrow Patty leaves for Ohio. This is *frowny face*. I will work and write like mad to catch up on everything (hi, Werewolves; hi Virtual Season; hi, ConSweet), and then when she returns on Jan 1, we get ready for the cruise!
Okay, actually, my book is back-ordered EVERYWHERE. I'm expecting the major e-tailers to get it in in time for Christmas shipping, but at this point am just not sure. I do have a decent stock of books in my house though, so if you want one and you're in the US and you need if for the holidays $14 via Paypal (sorry kids, I'm more than Amazon, list is $14.95) and I'll pick up the shipping and packing. Email or PM if interested.