sundries

Hey all, sorry for the absence yesterday. I had rehearsal, which also was filming for the D&J fundraiser video, which then turned into me being obsessive about editing the fundraiser video, and that was my whoooooooooooole day. Erica actually had to remind me that we've only been at this 8 days, because I'm apparently impatient even at this rate of progress -- also it's felt like three weeks. Make of that, and my issues, as you will.

Dressed like a girl for the fund raising video (in a shirt of Patty's! -- Patty, who is awesome and sent me video of the creepy chickens that live in the yard at the house where she's staying), because I felt that would be more effective in securing donations from strangers. Still feel sort of weird about that, even as I think it was the right choice for the project. Mmmmm, yeah.

Missed NYCC. Almost feel guilty. Certainly there were some friends and acquaintances I'd like to have seen. But most of my main projects aren't in that domain right now (although things! soon!), and as such it was hard to carve out the time.

That said, who here is going to WFC? I won't be there, but I may want to put you in touch with some people for everyone's mutual benefit. Long story. But let me know, though.

My class reunion was a completely acceptable, yet oddly boring, occurrence wherein I thought most people were trying to prove they were aggressively normal (at the 10-year it was about being aggressively fabulous). I mean, it was all fine, but it's rare for me to be in a room where I feel obligated to really talk about my desk job. It was great to see chite and David a few other people, but I can't say I know if I'd go to another one. Whatever point it ever had for me is fading.

I remain taken aback however, by David saying how cool he thought I was. When I look back to my group of friends in high school, I always thought they thought I was wild and crazy and not in the good way. I was trying SO HARD to seem cool and sophisticated and like I had this whole other life outside of school shit (which I did to a given extent). It blows my mind that it worked, even a little.

The New York GOP candidate for governor attacked gays and lesbians in a speech over the weekend. New Yorkers and New York media are, it seems, outraged, and thank goodness for that. Because what an asshole move right before National Coming Out Day and on the heals of an anti-gay assault in which one of the victims was asked when he wanted to be beaten with a bat or a pipe.

We can never rest. I didn't even know this was an issue until today: but there's apparently a threat of a constitutional convention in Iowa in order to rescind marriage equality in that state.

For the moment the Battle Butler has been retired as the desktop image of my mac. I'm not over Torchwood; I'm just breathing. My relationship with the fandom and the narrative has been as exhausting as I expected things to be with Harry Potter in the end, yet didn't (thankfully, I can now say) actually experience.

Not that I know when I could possibly get to the movies, but in addition to seeing The Social Network I am interested in Never Let Me Go despite Patty's intense hatred of the book, which I've not read. However, I have question: ( which is pretty much a spoiler for the whole thing )

The lost world: the rent was always paid on time, but the flat's been uninhabited since WWII. What it held was only discovered when the woman on the lease passed away at 91.

Fannish-esque: You know what's super fun? Luring your friends into your obsessions.

I have random thinky thoughts today about desire, text, "bad touch," and respect. But, eh. It's FotT stuff, and for another time.

1, 2, 3... aaaaaaaaaw

Every time Patty leaves for a dig or other long academic trip, we take a picture of us together, that's usually very silly, because it's hard to hold the camera and get a good shot of ourselves. I haven't posted this trip's pic yet, and since it's National Coming Out Day, it seemed appropriate, even if this photo is totally both of us going "Dude, Seriously??!!?!" at each other. I don't even know what we were gigging at by that point.



Patty's got one up too. I think that's from before the Oman trip, but I am not sure. (Oman or Syria, baby?) Nope, apparently that was before Syria.