There has to be a song writting about this.

A country song, no doubt. "The music of pain," - Xander Harris.

Looking at that gets me so flummoxed. I don't know where to start what to give. So I've decided to choose simple close to home known quantilites, like to give to Kat or K's Donorschoose while I think about the larger picture. It gets me calm. I've taken the initial (distracting) guilt response of the table, and can consider more clearly.

So far so good.

My sister sent me an email that was going around her line of work (anthropology, the Third World) rejecting the BBC's recently stated position (in the sense that the whole station has one opinion, which....not) that we're seeing the results of a particular pressure cooker and breeding programme called "Slavery" and this is what it looks like on this end.

No, said this article. It's because of the political reform. It's that the Caribbean is a great place to be poor and black these days, so, you know, some of run really fast.

It was a very annoying article, and deserves being read more than it deserves being summed up by an irritated reader. It's here: [link]

For the life of me, I can't tell the age or relative experience of the person that says not cheering to make a may-be-bi character bi is bi-erasure instead of exhorting attention for the gay character which isn't gay-erasure.

But I'm sure gays got everything now, what would they do with exposure?

This is a fandom in which the het ships don't really get played down, but I am one of maybe two people I've seen who ship the canon gay guy with anyone.

eta: My mother friended me on FB. I guess it was inevitable. Even though I'm still not using it, I had to reply to that, and it gave me somewhere safe to post that picture. I'd better play that next move in Scrabble now that Brian knows I'm alive.

Somebody please explain "[drops mic]" to me? I'm seeing it all over the place, and I don't know what it means.

It really scares me sometimes when they give me a dose of the meds and I don't feel anything. No taste, no cessation of pain (or any distinguishable impact), not the feeling I have to pee I get with benadryl, no fuzziness at all. My first feeling is that they shorted my dose, but last time I thought that happened, nope.

I can't not react to 50 of benadryl and 4 of dilaudid. They will NEVER increase that dose (and with good reason--I don't honestly want them to). I would prefer to discover they're shorting me, and have that argument.

::sigh:: For appearance's sake I should wait another thirty before I even ask about the strength of the last. Just simpler.

I wish they all followed standard procedure and told me how much as well as what, But it's probably the standard. Why tell me every time?

Stupid body.

Where are you seeing that, Zen? I fear I am not travelling in the hip circles.

Oh, hey--it's the Prez. That's how cool I'm not: [link]

Comic Sans fights back [link]

(has this been posted before? Probably but because I know our love of fonts, I took the chance.)

That made me unreasonably happy.

Timelies all!

Concert was fun. Since Beth was performing with Patrick O'Flaherty, one of her bandmates in the Poor Clares, the set was mainly trad Cajun and Celtic music.

Somebody please explain "[drops mic]" to me?

It's a rap thing, though I guess singers do it now too?

Anyway, it's after you've done a particularly impressive freestyle and blown away the person you were competing against, you simply drop the mic and turn and walk away indicating that (a) you are done; and (b) you crushed them.

Here, of course, it is being used ironically generally to mean you're finished with whatever you were bloviating about.

Now seriously contemplating changing my tagline to:

SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

So my cable (tv) is down, due to some "problems in the area." So that's fun. And the guy said there were no "problems in the area" on Wednesday, when my DVR didn't record a bunch of stuff. In short: I hate my fancy new cable. Except when it works.