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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | |
| 8:31 am | I just realized this morning that I forgot to post the link to the photobucket account where all our wedding pictures are. (This was a very Web 2.0 wedding - evites and an online photo album. Observe our l33tn3ss. Or our laziness. Take your pick.) Anyway, they're here. They're more or less in chronological order. Sorta. Except when I got tired of putting them in order when it gets to the reception. After that it's vaguely by grouping (family, SGS/Savs, dessert table, speeches, polka, etc.) (Sarah has a write-up of the weekend here. This is illustration, because I'm too lazy to write and she got all the important stuff.) ( top five pictures under the cut, now that I've finally figured out the HTML to make them not-ginormous ) Oh, and for anyone else considering stepping on glasses at their wedding/commitment ceremony/party thing: wrap them up really well, in a few layers of cloth or a good thick tote bag or something. Those things don't just break, they freakin' explode. Glass everywhere = not fun for whoever has to clean it up later. |
| Saturday, October 24th, 2009 | |
| 8:06 pm | Hospital ignores a partner's power of attorney and blocks her and kids from seeing their mother in her final hours I'd originally intended to twitter that link, but as it turns out I have a little too much rage for 140 characters. That is seriously, bone-chillingly frakked up. The doctors, lawyers, and judge who let this happen and gave the hospital a pass on it epically fail at basic human decency, let alone (for the doctors at least) the Hippocratic Oath. This is what the eight bracha was for. This is why we spilled wine. This is why we broke glasses (quite explosively). Bigoted, Dark Ages shit like this has no place in the world. Current Music: "Date My Avatar" earworm |
| Friday, October 9th, 2009 | |
| 11:54 am | OMG U GUYZ I'M GETTING MARRIED IN NINE DAYS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!11111!!!!11one~ COVERED IN BEEEEEES!!! (To clarify, I'm not freaked in the "zomg stressed" sense, just contemplating the enormity of it. It's good and swell and about 90% together, it's just. . .kinda huge, y'know? And for some reason the hugeness hit me like a truck this morning, that's all.) Current Mood:  silly |
| Sunday, September 27th, 2009 | |
| 3:46 pm | Stealing a meme from fanfic writers: Five Songs That Will Never, Ever Be Appropriate To Use As A Recessional (But I Still Want To): 5. Shopvac - Jonathan Coulton 4. White Wedding - Billy Idol 3. Sugar Daddy - Hedwig and the Angry Inch 2. I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters (vote Saxon!) And number one, with a bullet: Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley Honorable mentions: Here Come The Drums - Rogue Traders (Unless you're giving out toclophane (sp?) as wedding favors. HERE COME THE DRUMS HERE COME THE DRUMS) I Crush Everything - Jonathan Coulton Do I Creep You Out - Weird Al I'll Never Tell - Once More With Feeling (my eyes are not beady!) We Started This Opera Shit - Repo! The Genetic Opera (everybody everybody testify!) |
| Friday, September 18th, 2009 | |
| 6:35 pm | !שנה טובה For those inclined to celebrate (and those starting school around now), have a sweet new year! Current Music: shana tova (doot doot doo-doo-doot) |
| Wednesday, September 9th, 2009 | |
| 10:41 pm | O HAI I HAZ AN LJ (Almost forgot I had this fool thing!) Cliff Notes versions of the past two months: we went to Norway on a cruise, Aaron finished his internship, my parents are turning into bikers, the cult of Avatar: The Last Airbender gained another acolyte, and I got a job. Details at eleven (or under their respective cuts): ( I'M ON A BOAT! TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BOAT! ) ( Avatar (spoilers FTW) ) ( I CAN HAZ JOB (again)! ) Hokay! That brings us up to the present. Off to muck out teh kittehz' litterbox and finish off the latest Dresden Files book. Current Music: Like a Boss - Lonely Island |
| Saturday, July 4th, 2009 | |
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| Friday, June 12th, 2009 | |
| 8:43 pm | On a happier note: Moar kittenz! (I don't know how much longer we get to call them kittens - they're about a year old. Whatev. They'll always be kittens to me. Just like the Freshman will always be the Freshman, even though neither of us has been a freshman for six or seven years now.) ( The power of cute compels you! The power of cute compels you! ) |
| 3:33 pm | Unemployment It blows chunks, naturally. Lack of money and being a useless lump most of the day are not desirable states of being for me. (I fall into lumpitude with frightening ease, which is why I need to put a stop to it ASAP.) However, there is one thing I am enjoying a lot: being a kitten pillow. Kittens don't really care why mommy is home a lot more these days, all they know is that they have a pillow available throughout the day. Laila in particular has taken to curling up on my lap and kneading whatever she can - stomach, boobs, arms, thighs (my legs have permanent little scratches near my hips now, and so does the crook of my arm) while purring like a little motor. It's annoying when I'm trying to type up a cover letter or transcribe stuff, but the rest of the time it's very sweet. Hobbes climbs into my lap a little less - often he does it en route to some other place. Usually when he does, it's because I'm holding a thin cylindrical object like a pen or knitting needle. For some reason these fascinate him endlessly, and he climbs into my lap purring like a much louder rusty motor and trying to paw whatever I'm holding closer to his mouth so that he can gnaw on it. (Freud would have interesting things to say about the nature of his oral fixation.) I will be very very happy when I have something more intellectual to do, something that isn't hitting "refresh" on my friends page or writing cover letters for the requisite >2 jobs per day. Also something that pays a little better. However, I'm going to miss doing it with a small, warm, purring animal on my lap. Current Music: anemic alternative pop that would make Dean Winchester facepalm |
| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | |
| 5:02 pm | Boldly going forward, 'cause we can't find reverse! I already tweeted about this, but I have some contract work to tide me over until I get a more permanent job. I'm transcribing things for a company that does wireless voice-activated pagers - most of the employees have them too. They're like clumsy communicators from Star Trek, only shaped more like an iPod mini than a Starfleet, and not as good at recognizing utterances as the Star Trek communicators are. (They're working on that, which is part of why I'm there transcribing things.) They can also locate people, which is incredibly cool. The company is in a fairly new building, and I guess someone decided to have some fun and give them a Star Trek-themed floor plan to go with the "futuristic voice-activated intercom system" product. Their meeting rooms are called Kirk, Uhura, and Observation Deck. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a Picard and Sisko somewhere else. Their R&D department is colloquially known as Engineering. There's a room marked Sick Bay, but I'm not sure what's in it (probably not actually a medical facility - it's got double doors, which implies a pretty big room). The cafeteria is called Ten Forward. Ladies and gentlemen, I officially work on the Enterprise. \m/^_^\m/ (Unrelatedly: thinking ahead to Halloween, how would one dress up as an internet meme? I'm thinking black pants with an "all your base" T-shirt, a hat that looks like a pancake, a stuffed snowy owl perched on one's shoulder, and possibly a Guy Fawkes mask. I'd like to work in a rickroll somehow - maybe passing out candy that has a label stuck to it marked LOL RICKROLL?) |
| Thursday, May 28th, 2009 | |
| 11:55 am | Flying through "Avatar" like a six-legged bison (or a bat-lemur) (40-odd hours of free time has its advantages, like being able to check out large amounts of "Avatar" and consume it in a matter of hours.) Zuko didn't scare me much (even before he became all anti-heroic and complex). Azula scares me some, but not that much. Ba Sing Se, on the other hand, gives me the creeping willies. Babylon 5 S4 Earthgov, 1950s CIA brainwashing creeping willies. If a fastidious guy with a corned-beef sandwich shows up in Jet's cell, I might throw my laptop across the room. |
| Tuesday, May 26th, 2009 | |
| 10:19 am | . . .okay, three, two, one, let's jam I shall be spending my first evening as one of the unemployed masses at a Prop 8 rally. As beginnings go, I could do far worse than reaffirm that even though one might not be surprised anymore by some of the craptastic things one sees (I wasn't surprised at all at the outcome of the appeals) one can and should expect more. Quoted for emphasis from the above link: I'm not ironically detached, I'm not apathetic, I'm not resigned, and I'm not contemptuous of bleeding hearts. I am a greedy bitch with voracious expectations, and I dream long and lustfully of a better world that is both my muse and objective. I want it like the cracked earth of the desert wants rain, and I will neither apologize for nor amend my desire because of its remove from the here and now; its distance encourages my reach. Don't bother asking me what I expect. You already know the answer. ---------------------------------------- Once again I'm sure I don't have to remind people of this, and I expect I won't have to enforce it, but wisecracks and stupid comments = instant bannination. Current Music: The Future Soon - Jonathan Coulton |
| Sunday, May 17th, 2009 | |
| 2:40 pm | Because it's not a Savs get-together without a comfortably sketchy quote sheet: (even if it's a memorial for a fallen comrade) "We're talking about oily bondage!" - Greg |
| Thursday, May 14th, 2009 | |
| 9:17 am | I think it's time we blow this scene - get everyone and their stuff together It looks like I'm going to be joining the ranks of the unemployed in two weeks. O rapture. (At least I won't have to worry about taking the morning off the next time we visit Rabbi Mychal, I guess.) |
| Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | |
| 2:22 pm | I've had this song (and the accompanying video) stuck in my head for like a week, and strangely I don't mind one bit. There's something about a whole mess of kids smiling and saying "fuck you" and happily giving haters the finger that makes me grin like an idiot. Rainbow-scarfed older lady (1:25) is my favorite. Her and the girl with the emo bangs (0:17), and the kid in the purple T-shirt (0:42), and the kids with the Popsicles of Non-Compensation* (0:26, also in the preview frame in the embedded video) and I'm developing a serious crush on the girl in the green tank top (0:52). . .you know what, they're all good. Shine on, you crazy kids. (Wouldn't it be great if we could rickroll homophobic threads or comments or whatever with this video? Only instead of a rickroll we'd call it a gayroll, or a collabroll.) *Is anyone capable of saying "X of non-compensation" without thinking of Keith? Damn. Way to buzzkill myself. |
| Monday, May 11th, 2009 | |
| 2:13 pm | In which Pandora gets angry for three reasons. 1. My laptop is out of commission - the internet connection is screwed up. Fry's sent it to the manufacturers, and they're going to futz around with it for some unspecified length of time. Oh, and possibly wipe the hard drive. That's fun. (I've never backed up my hard drive; I didn't even know one did that sort of thing with personal computers until a year or two ago.) This, as Dawn Summers would say, is the source of my gladness. 2. You thought Alaska charging victims for their rape kits was bad? Try Illinois, North Carolina, Georgia, Texas, and Arkansas. Because placing the onus on the victims of a heinous violation to have their own crimes solved is awesome! (Illinois? Seriously? WTF is that about? Get it together, guys.) 3. I feel the need to say something about the recent spate of states approving same-sex marriage, and strangely that thing is not "OMG SQUEE". Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to death that the homomentum is building and a full 10% of the country thinks we deserve full and equal partnerships, and I hope that sooner rather than later the other 90% will realize that they're missing out on a fun party. But we need to remember that LGBT rights don't begin and end with marriage. Before anyone can get married, they need their basic human rights - life, liberty, equal pursuit of happiness, housing, employment, everything on the lower steps of Maslow's hierarchy - and we're still coming up short. We've got transwomen being murdered and the laughable defense that her killer couldn't help himself when he discovered that she was biologically male. (Which the jury rejected in gratifyingly short order, but still.) We've got kids harassed to death while being called "gay" and "fag". We've got gay couples in Florida and Arkansas unable to adopt, at a time when our adoption and foster care systems are overtaxed. And somewhere in Congress (I forget their name) is a representative who still believes that Matthew Shepard's death was a robbery gone wrong. (Doesn't everyone who dies in a mugging get tortured and left for dead tied to a fence?) Don't Ask Don't Tell is still around, despite the fact that DADT was something that Obama promised he was going to fix ASAP. I could go on, but do you see what I mean? If you're a kid who is suspected of being gay (whether you actually are or not) and your school blames you for being bullied, if your gender presentation is left of center and you can't find a bathroom to take a leak without getting thrown out (or beat up), if you and your partner can't find housing together because every landlord you talk to is a homophobic jerk and your state doesn't have laws protecting you from same-sex housing discrimination, if you can't interact with a cissexual person without wondering if they'll get violent if they find out you're biologically another sex, the centering of (the public face of) LGBT rights on marriage is going to feel very alienating. Same-sex marriage is a very good goal, but we're focusing on it to the exclusion of everything else related to LGBT rights, which is extraordinarily unhelpful. Long story short: same-sex marriage rights are indeed quite shiny, and I'm glad they're finally happening. Now let's take some of that homomentum we're building up, look at the other injustices we have, and keep going. Miles to go before we sleep, and all that. Bonus round: 4. I got to work early mainly to watch the season finale (hopefully not series finale) of Dollhouse. I watched about 40 minutes of it before my coworkers came in. I still haven't finished it, and I probably won't be able to until tomorrow morning. It's very aggravating not having my laptop. |
| Saturday, May 2nd, 2009 | |
| 9:58 pm | Oh my god, Saint Christopher! Look at her butt! OK, I really just wanted to title an entry with that. (I'm surfing the youtubes and getting my nostalgia on Fleet Street style.) But as long as I'm here. . . ( I just can't help it - look for yourself! It's soo-oo-oo biiig! ) And in the less NSFW category: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH DOLLHOUSE. I have this problem where if I see an actor in a nice fuzzy happy role (like, say, Wash on Firefly), even though I knew several weeks ago that he was going to be in this episode it creeps me out extra when they flip out and slice up people's faces. Also: having gotten halfway through the first season of Avatar, I have concluded that cabbages serve the same role that manure does in "Back to the Future". And I'm still flummoxed that anyone can read this world as anything but ZOMG ASIAN. Current Music: Greatest Hits of the 1590s - Fleet Street |
| Friday, May 1st, 2009 | |
| 10:39 am | For kicks I googled my grade school. Found out that they moved to a bigger building, their basketball team still sucks ass, and the principal left. That's not an entirely bad thing (the principal chased out a good teacher, so I'm not sorry to see her go). But the woman who taught fifth grade is still there. Still teaching a homeroom class, still teaching social studies/history, still openly counting down the years until she retires, and probably still taking the entire class period to yell at the whole class for. . .whatever pissed her off. Dollars to doughnuts she's also still boasting that she knows how to reduce each and every student to tears. . .but won't because she's too nice. This aggression will not stand. (Mr. O'Connor is still there, too. Poor Mr. O'Connor. I hope teaching Latin and art are kinder to him than trying to teach math was. And the gym teacher - there's another one who needs to drop off the face of the earth into the lowest circle of hell. Oddly enough none of the teachers I remember with any fondness are still there.) On a different note: kneel before thy master, DVAP grant, for I shall make thee my bitch. After lunch. |
| Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | |
| 2:36 pm | Surprise! Hey, so everyone who said that there's no alternate sexuality in Star Trek universe? Totally lying! Bisexuality exists. You just need to be in a bizarro alternate universe where the Klingons and Cardassians are allies and Kira is a slightly crazy despot on Terok Nor/Deep Space 9. Also apparently you have to be a villain. As they say on Shakesville, lolsob. I'll have to content myself with Janeway/Seven and Garak/Bashir subtext like everyone else. (OTOH, I'm fairly sure there's humanoid asexual reproduction, since Bashir and Sisko talk about a baby shower for a male worker who's budding twins. Not sure if this counts as a representation of asexuality, though.) On an entirely unrelated note, I'm waiting for Morn to reveal himself to be a pirate ninja spy of awesomeness during the last episode. He's chilling on the promenade while DS9 is on the verge of exploding and/or being overrun by Cardassians/Jem'hadar/gooey Changelings, and suddenly he gets up and displays badassitude at levels previously only reached by Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater. Sort of like Kosh on B5, but far more unexpected. Current Music: Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny - in my head |
| Tuesday, April 14th, 2009 | |
| 4:40 pm | oh FRAK Keith just passed away due to a heart attack. I don't have tons of details - I suspect those will trickle in in their own time. Savs, if you have any info, go ahead and post it here or send it to me - metostad [at] gmail.  Keith always had a smile for us, and despite his penchant for playing dour roles in the chorus was one of the happiest people at Savs. I'll miss him holding court at cast parties and rehearsals and hearing his signature booming "Mini-Frau!" ::pours out a Hansen's soda for Keith:: Rest in peace, sir. You've earned it well. Atrica bless, and may your next journey be as exciting as the ones you sought out in life. ETA: There is a memorial service soonish (TBA, details when I get them), and at some point an address to send cards, condolences, etc. to his mother (again, details when I get them). . . .what do you say to a mother who has to bury her child? I don't even know where to start. Son of ETA: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} senea has the email sent to the Savs list here. I also found a Stanford Report article from today that remembers Keith. Memorial service is in the next few weeks (in Mem Chu, I'm guessing). Current Mood:  sadCurrent Music: Raise Up A Glass - Seelie Court |