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We had an AWESOME day yesterday.

I took my mom to Costco and then Patty and I went down to the Farmer's Market. She went to meet a friend and then I sat in the little plaza by Madison Square Park wherein I got the picture of the stripper pole pedicab.

Then Patty met me at my office and decided she wanted to go to a crafts fair in Brooklyn which was much smaller than anticipated. But I declared I knew the neighborhood really well so we walked all over Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill and then on to the Brooklyn Bridge to get ice cream and look at lots of people doing wedding and prom photography.

Then we walked all the way back to Cobble Hill so we could eat at my best kept secret sushi restaurant ever, which I haven't been to in years. Eventually we headed back home and watched Angel, to which you can see my total freak out in last night's post.

There was quite a bit of World Cup madness about, but most of it seemed forced and sort of stupid, like guys covered in red white and blue being drunk on the subway at noon with open cups of beer (the sun is most decided NOT over the yard arm at noon) while hassling some poor bastard in an England jersey.

We also saw a couple where in the guy was wearing a Wales jersey with a girl wearing a Boston Red Sox shirt.

"That," I said to Patty, "is fucking perfect. Wales and Boston. Both mad about sports and sort of blue-collar second cities --"

"And really fucking white?" she added.

"Oh, yeah, that too."

The challenges of choosing to wear the veil in America.

The Singularity Movement. I read about this and mostly I cringe thinking of how close we also thought the science fiction future was back in 1991 because the Internet was going to make everything just like Neuromancer. Yes, I was guilty. I also had a defense: I was 18.

Merit badges for grown-ups. Is it just me or is the relationship between this phenomenon and the reason a lot of us read D/s porn on the Internet really obvious?

I am torn about the degree of scrutiny that continues to be directed at the Malawi couple, now broken up, that had been imprisoned for homosexuality. If we're looking at it to look at the level of anti-LGBT oppression in the country, that's useful. If we're looking at it to see if the cause was really worth our emotional investment, which is how the tone of a lot of these articles read to me, I am very, very uncomfortable.

Clear Channel resues Pride billboards. It's the usual double standard: a het couple in bathing suits on a beech kissing, AOK. A queer couple? And it's filthy, filthy porn.

Ages ago I wrote about a night out where Prince Poppycock performed. Apparently he was just on America's Got Talent. The really amazing part? He made it through to the next round! I'm incredibly happy for him. via alumiere

I have booked my hotel for my other night in London. I am perhaps even more excited about this one than the first one. Now I just need to resolve Bristol and my internal issues around Cardiff.

I am always fascinated by which of my fics people really respond to. It's never the ones I expect.

[TW fic] They Were Promised Flying Cars (Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys; G)

Title: They Were Promised Flying Cars
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: G
Stuff you should know: Written for writerinadrawer round 4.01
Additional notes: One of the three requirements this round was to reference a 20th century TV show (we also had a word limit of 200 words, which I think I suffered for, and had to use the line "I've been waiting for this."). I went either subtle or vague on the TV show front, so, fyi, "20 Minutes Into the Future" was the tag-line of "Max Headroom" which did have an episode as described below.

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