Spent the afternoon at the 6th floor museum. I don't think Oswald was acting alone. I don't think he was a patsy. And it's kinda creepy that they have two x on the road where the hits happened. All in all, a good museum. Emotional. Educational. And now, my legs are very tired.

!!!!

...I don't feel good about dissing other people's crazy fannishness, because, hey, I write the big gay internet porn about fictional characters. So - y'know, furries, for example, may not be my beautiful cake, but I don't want to rain on their parade, or try to pretend to moral highground I just don't have.

And fannish stalking of actors/writers/directors - well, again, provided one keeps the interaction polite and respects their personal space, then the wish to be all 'Hey! Your work moved me! I think you're awesome!' is perfectly okay, and it's something they've pretty much signed up for.

Grown women trying to buy the clothes off the backs of random teenagers to fuel their fannishness?

Not.

Cool.

I mean, I get it, God help me - I do get it. And if it were other teenagers doing it, it maybe wouldn't be so squicksome. Or if it were the grown women approaching the company that makes the cheerleading outfits, and buying them, then okay. Fine. Knock yourselves out, ladies.

Do not go around implicating unsuspecting teenagers in your personal kinks. This is not cool.

I went to the American History Smithsonian this afternoon. They redesigned it since the last time I was there, and I really do not like the redesign. The exhibits used to tell stories, with the stuff illustrating the stories. Now, it seems like, "Here's a thing. Here's another thing. Oh, and here's another thing." Like, they've got a room full of illustrated books. Some of them are pretty. Some of them are interesting. But all they have in common is that they're books with pictures, and there's really nothing in the way that the exhibit is put together that makes it anything more than a room of books. No context for any of them. There's almost nothing even about the development of the technology for printing pictures in books, which is what I was expecting.

Do not go around implicating unsuspecting teenagers in your personal kinks. This is not cool.

Yes, this. Trying to buy the clothes that a teenage girl is currently wearing is all kinds of wrong. (If they were wearing something other than the cheerleading uniform that somehow indicated they were cheerleaders -- like a sweatshirt or sweatpants or something -- then it's slightly less creepy, but still wrong.)

So my first evening with Sadie and Rose. Sadie likes to burrow under pillows and at one point she growled at me.

But then both she and Rose came out and they are now exploring. Although Sadie looks like she might be a jumper so there are some things I'm going to move to my office for a while.

I plan to keep the door to the office closed for a while.

Do not go around implicating unsuspecting teenagers in your personal kinks. This is not cool.

No kidding. I mean, I pull no judgments at all on what adults like to do. However, in this day and age, as a parent, if I found out that middle-aged adults were approaching my teenaged kid for their clothes, y'all would be putting together bail money on my behalf.

I'm so happy to hear about Sadie and Rose being together!

askye, you are awesome for adopting the pair. Good luck with catproofing!

Dag...wrong thread. My latest comment in Lit. should be here. But, seriously, I would not trust a bunch of grown fangirls lusting after my t-shirt.

Yay, Sadie! I'm so glad she is with you and Rose.