Tonight is going to be interesting. I'm going to the Seattle Mr. & Ms. Leather Competition. One of my friends who's in the kink scene wanted me to go with her, so I'm tagging along. Where I'm sure I will be greeted with a lot of "Oh, YOU'RE Elspeth's fairy gothmother!" comments.

Consuela, if it had pork in it, they had to confiscate it.

But I spent the last two weeks thinking how awesome it would be to share it. I understand the law, but I'm still really upset. Possibly because I've been traveling since o dark thirty and I'm only in nyc...

And now I have to log off for the next, last, flight. Argh. See yall on the flip side.

I'm sorry, Consuela. It's actually one of the rules that makes sense, but I know you're disappointed. Coming back from Europe sucks.

(We haven't had hoof-and-mouth disease in the U.S. since the '20s, and we're trying to keep it that way.)

Ginger, always bringing in reason...

So it looks like Penn State has been fucking up at least since 1988:

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The finding by State College, Pa., psychologist Dr. Alycia A. Chambers, the therapist for one of Sandusky’s alleged victims, was contained in the internal Penn State files of a 1998 police investigation of the former coach for showering and bear hugging her client and another young boy in the school’s athletic locker room.

Ugh, ita !, thanks for the link. I popped on here for a five minute work break, and spent the next hour watching homecoming vids and sobbing like a baby.

I am such a weenie. (The Captain America one is made of awesome, and it didn't help that we watched the movie last night.)

Now, to clean the salt off my glasses and get back to work.

we watched the movie last night.

Which is made of awesome in its own way.

ION, I am a filthy sore mess. I decided to attack the weeds along the fence in the backyard before they got worse and we became Those Neighbors.

Goddamn motherfucking skunk cabbage. Lots and lots of skunk cabbage. Roots bigger around than my thumb.

But it's gone. Now I am eating a baked potato and then I am going to take a shower and collapse for a nap. Or possibly collapse for a nap and then shower.

Yay you!

I have about a quarter of the kennel weeding left to do, but I got through a bunch.

Pear butter is buttery and caramel colored and I don't know if it will harden up, but I am prepping jars anyway.

Yeah, making new friends is super hard, and I have like no demands on my time!

This, so much. I've been here three years and I still know no one. I've met a few people but no one I could call up and hang with. Partly - well, mostly - because I'm such a hermit. It takes other people to get me out of the house, and I can't meet other people unless I get out of the house!

Goddamn motherfucking skunk cabbage.

Word. Words, even. My sister and I spent the morning battling that nasty stuff. And wild onions, and wild mint. You cannot get rid of that stuff. And planting shrubs and putting down mulch. Ouch, my back. But it looks good! As always, what price beauty.

What the fuck, Steph?

That reminded me I want to get a t-shirt for the Avengers. I really want Iron Man, but I hate all the t-shirts. I don't want a shirt with Iron Man on it, and he doesn't have a symbol the way, say, Batman does. (I know I could get a shirt with the arc reactor, but I'm not feeling it.) (My big exception to this rule is that I have a t-shirt that's a Wonder Woman comic cover, and I love it. But for the most part, I'm symbols-only gal.)

So I think I'm going with Cap.

I almost thought I'd written that myself, except I am trying to find a shirt with the arc reactor, and apart from the one at Think Geek that lights up, can't find a decent one. And that's too much. And I certainly can't find anything vaguely appropriate in a woman's cut. And, yeah, all my shirts are symbols: Supes, Bats, Aquaman, GL, Flash, Wonder Woman, and Captain America.

So I'm wearing the Captain America shirt I already have to the movies.