I've been handling onerous tasks these last few days.

Tomorrow, it continues.

At 9 tomorrow, I'm having breakfast with a neighbor, whose husband did me a serious solid earlier this year, to deliver some bad news.

The husband made a huge mistake in buying a purebred Bloodhound for their family.

The dog is much, MUCH too much for them and I cannot magically train it for them. Their house will be coated in drool for the next 8-10 years. They will never be able to let the dog off her leash unless in an iron-clad fenced area. The dog is unlikely to be good with neighborhood dogs and when she reaches her predicted 125lbs, she will be unmanageable by the mom or pre-teen daughter.

I feel for them. I sincerely do. But this is what impulse buying (expensive!), before researching will get you.

I will be writing this weekend, and then writing some more, topped off with writing. But if the book is done on Tuesday, it will all be worth it. All I know is, S. better amuse the kids and keep me supplied with iced tea.

Bane will be played by Tom Hardy in the new movie, FWIW.

Ooh. Clearly I need some educating.

I know where to hunker down in my house for a tornado, but I don't know where to hide from a tree falling down. We're in a high wind thunderstorm and the dog is clinging to my leg.

I will be celebrating my gayness this weekend at Pride! Dancing tonight as usual, though if I get up and going soon, might stop by "Prom Dress Rugby", and if I feel like staying awake late, might hit up the dyke bar beer garden (with wet t-shirt contest!). Tomorrow, festival in the 'hood and "Hot Flash" (a dance for the older ladies), and then Sunday the parade!

OMG, I explained aromanticism to my mother this week. Happy birthday, mum! Or, rather, I didn't explain it, I just mentioned the term. And she went "Is that what you think you are?" I then tried to explain the hegemony of straight cis-dom, and she stopped me to ask what cis meant (she missed not a beat with "the opposite of trans"--it saves time having a molecular biologist as a mother sometimes, but not often) and she shrugged and it didn't bother her one bit or dissuade her from her goal to see me partnered or enbabied. She just doesn't care.

My eldest just sent me a short story he wrote. I think it might be decent, too.

That's pretty cool.

The irresponsibility, it burns.

Yes. Yes, it does. I was going to type more but that sums it up too perfectly.

and she shrugged and it didn't bother her one bit or dissuade her from her goal to see me partnered or enbabied. She just doesn't care.

The mom wants what the mom wants?

"Enbabied" could now be my new favorite word. "Did you hear Misha Collins and his wife are now enbabied?" Oh yeah.

Fuck, this is a cool poster. Want. But I really need to set an upper limit on my geekdom.

The mom wants what the mom wants?

I secretly believe she's aromantic too. She wants me in love because the endorphins should mitigate the pain, and she wants me to have babies because that way her DNA will be propagated. It's all woefully pragmatic.

FCM: Batman, Superman, Captain America

Given that I imprinted on Christopher Reeve when I was 10 or so (even still, I love a tall dark haired guy with blue or green eyes)

F: Batman (I enjoy men with issues) C: Captain America (he came of age in the 40s, he'll have all sorts of baggage) M: Superman (as long as the whole Woman of Kleenx thing is a myth)

As for plans this weekend - gay country bar drinking for my friend's boyfriend's birthday. The parking will be dreadful, but I'm not going to want to ride the bus back at 11 or so I might just deal with finding a space. And a cab will be at least $15, which irritates me.

What are people doing this weekend?

Maybe going car-shoping. And/or putzing with my Lincoln, which I have not driven this year.