Oh no, Scrappy! You should have zero self-loathing, due to how awesome you are.
Indeed!
We did a team fundraiser at a big flea market in town today and the weather was gorgeous, we had two adjacent spots under a lovely tree, lots of people showed up to help, and we made just over $1000!!! Now I am completely exhausted.
the Smartest Man in the World, Greg Proops' podcast. hilarious and smart.
OMG, Scrappy, thank you so much. He is killing me with the funny.
Steph, did you see my note in Other Media?
Timelies all!
Am back from the faerie festival, where there was much walking in addition to the hour-long dance set.(The festival is being held at a site which we knew well, as the Folklore Society's Getaway was held there for a number of years. Gary dubbed it "Camp Escher" because it seemed like you had to walk uphill no matter where you were going.) My legs are not happy.
In this Gothic Charm School post Of Gentlemen’s Summerwear and of Alternative Genders, Jilli says:
The Lady of the Manners admits that she herself hadn’t been aware there was a name for the genderqueer or genderfluid until quite recently; when various friends over the years said things like “I’m a boy and a girl”, or “My gender is Batman”, the Lady of the Manners just tried to remember to ask her friends which pronouns they preferred to be addressed by.
Teppy, was it you who said "My gender is Batman"?
Someone on my Freecycle list posted "Wanted: Cowbell." The list moderator doesn't have much of a sense of humor, so I doubt if she'd approve a "Wanted: More Cowbell" post.
I am eating pan roasted skinny asparagus, greek yogurt with strawberries and honey (gotta eat up the super ripe ones!) and drinking a halfway decent rueda verdejo on my deck. I can pretend I'm at a bar in Spain. Well, except for the fetching the cats off the railing. And my yogurt making me bleed. And the washer running downstairs. And...well, fine. It's pleasant anyway.
How did your yogurt make you bleed?