sundries

Yesterday we had an awesome day in which Chicago and things in it presented us with more difficulties, namely:

1. The METRA is shit. We've ridden it four times; it has been on time once.

2. No matter what the PF Chang's tells you, the hot mustard IS NOT GLUTEN FREE. I had actually suspected this thanks to an incident in Ohio, but now I am 100% sure. If you are celiac, do not let them mix you up their special sauce with the gluten-free soy sauce, the hot peppers and the hot mustard. TRUST ME. I caught the reaction early this time and got through the day.

Luckily, other things, including the company, was good, and I got to wiggle my toes in my beloved Millennium Park and so I've figured out something I have to write tomorrow and maybe even my WIAD. Also, we saw bunnies and Patty gets why I like it, so awesome.

In case of image crisis, what not to do.

On sex and stoning.

Book batterers. When I was in private school we were given our texts every year as part of the fees in our tuition, and they often varied from year to year. When I went to public school and we were given these mauled history books that had been in use since 1960, I was a little shocked.

The Vows column in today's New York Times actually has a gay couple and a lesbian couple as prominent on the website. While the NYTimes has listed same-sex marriages for a while, they often wind up being the little blurbs. Not so today. Neat.

Oh for fuck's sake. True Blood is a lot of things, too gay isn't one of them. How it handles gay content, however, and why it's there and for whom, is a worthy discussion. Because there's a difference between gay content that's there because it's interesting and serves the story and gay content that's there because some character or other happen to be gay and gay content that's there to titillate. And all of those things are just fine in various proportions, it's when the proportions get all out of wack or are supposed to be out of wack that things start getting messy (see: discussions about m/m romance).

Federal judge rules against another anti-gay grad student. Jeez, no one said she had to change her beliefs, just that she had to do her homework.

On Angel: ( Read more... )

We're back to New York tonight.

stranded

Right, so Patty and I are currently shacked up in an airport DoubleTree watching True Blood thanks to massive thunderstorms in NYC that canceled our flight (but not before we sat on the tarmac forever and other fuckery).

Currently, I'm a little verklempt about the kitties, who we left on their own for this trip (as we often do when we go away for a few days). Now granted, they had plenty of food and water (and we left the toilet open just in case) and it wasn't super hot in the city over the last several days, but it's still a bit of time, and then extra 16 hours isn't thrilling me. Reassure me folks?

Also, ways in which I'm able to access Jack Harkness as a character when I write fic include:

- not looking remotely my age
- the weird relationship I have with the great lawn in Millennium Park
- airports, airport hotels and completely travel fuckery.


I suppose, at least it's not a volcano. (ETA: and yes, darlings, the vortex manipulator is still in the suitcase).

Goddamn.