Past couple of work weeks have made me so cranky. I'd like to get out of reactive mode from things thrust on us by fiat, rather than reasonable expectations.

Oh, I heard back from Stephanie. She and the kids are on vacation away from Colorado Springs and they do indeed live south of the danger area.

A perfect jewel, beautifully kept, just reluctantly vacated for excellent reasons having nothing to do with real estate, with just a few more or just a bare fewer amenities than you ideally need, for just a little more or just a little less than you're prepared to pay, in a good neighborhood, with a decent commute.

OOh, that's what I want! Although I don't expect a jewel.

Also, anytime I watch a show on modern astronomy, I either know by name or sight 75% of the people interviewed and have probably talked to 30% of them face to face at some point. Small, incestuous world.

And look, there's the telescope site my dad helped found and develop and I basically grew up with...

Happy birthday, JZ!

In other news, on the way home from work tonight a guy called out, "I know it's hard, but try not to look so tired!"

If I hadn't been so exhausted, I would have said, "Maybe I look tired because I AM tired, motherfucker! My face is not here to look nice for you!"

Don't look so TIRED??? JFC.

It was white, square, and it looked like a tooth.

So I ate it. Like you do.

Just sent this haunted cursed issue to press. I expect within 12 hours the EiC will send me something that frantically needs to be corrected.

We do indeed have the same job. I am not making this up: at least 8 issues out of 11*, within the first 48 hours after I send all the files to our printer and to our webhost, someone finds an error that somehow they forgot to mention on page proofs. Or the authors see their article on the Published Ahead of Print section of the website, and find an error (even though they ALSO get galley proofs and allegedly review them for errors). So then I have to call the printer AND the webhost (who are from the pit of hell [the webhost, not the printer]) and ask them to stop whatever production step they're in so I can re-send them a corrected file.

Fun times.

*(We publish a combined July/August issue, so we only have 11 issues a year. In theory the downtime lets us get ahead. In actuality it lets us get less horribly behind.)

Saw in a Hollaback fb post, chalked " Just because I move through public space doesn't mean my body is public space." So STFU, tiredmouth jerk. Should make business cards to pass out.

I was in a conversation I just had to walk away from last week, being told that I owed "it" to people who responded to how I dressed to...enjoy the response, or something? Not be a snarly bitch? I tried to explain to him that being isn't inherently a performance, and even if you make outrageous choices like blue hair or cosplaying still aren't signing a contract with people that can see them that says they have to be grateful for compliments and guilty for any negative attention sent their way.

I tried to explain how other people's looks weren't my business, and even if I stepped out and thought I was being nice, it doesn't mean that I was being nice, and they don't owe me the benefit of shit.

Of course, he stated, if Bruce Willis wore a sign saying "I hate niggers" in Harlem he's gonna get what he deserves, but no, he's not victim blaming, because we all blame Willis. I tried to explain that thinking he was a stupid asshole acting like a douche doesn't mean I think he should be beaten up.

He wasn't just convinced his behaviour was right, but also that I did display the same.

I am rude to people I don't know, sometimes, by being intrusive (I asked a guy on the elevator today why he was going to the 16th floor...just because. But he was totally into the brief discussion (I got off at 11--I don't know what happens on 16), and if he'd been terse about my nosiness, THAT WAS ALL ON ME. I dig that.)