Got rear ended on the way to the airport. Gah.

That's no good.

meara, please keep strangers out of your ass. That's no way for a lady to behave.

In better news (no more accidents!), apparently the 11th Doctor is carrying the Olympic Torch through Cardiff

Can you believe the first I heard of this was that it contradicted canon?

Yeah, I wouldn't give us nice things either.

Well, I managed to get on the hour earlier flight (home at 930 instead of 1030) and used one of my four passes a year to get into the nice lounge. Yay that.

Phhhew. Just turned in my timesheet. Another pay period with overtime. I would love to return to a 40 hour work week.

I've played I Never. With Buffistas even. Post high school I remember a game of strip war. Yes, the card game. I was the referree and got to pick what items were stripped. There was a logic in with all the alcohol, but heck if I could remember it now.

Fur babies takes me to a Belinda place. Not cool.

My brain is gone. I only realized I have Monday off based on comments here. I had forgotten about Memorial day. I have no plans, other than being a taxi service.

I have no plans, either. Except that I will probably go hang with my parents at some point.

Oh, and I have some beta to do. Maybe I'll go to the gym, as well.

There's always the f2f!

Well, that is true!

Weekend plans. My sister and her boyfriend are coming up, and we're planning to go to Montpelier for an outing on Sunday. If I can get the right paint color, we'll paint my bathroom. I'll probably go shopping for patio furniture. And see The Avengers again. I wonder if it'll be in theaters all summer? I ought to weed my little garden and spread more mulch before my sister sees it. I'm so lazy compared to her. I would also like to get a little further through the eternal to-do list. I am NOT working, no I'm not.

So, I gave in and checked the email, and now feel awesome -- the news was good (? we'll see), AND it didn't arrive until 6:30, so forwarded it on, looking like I was On It.

You are SO on it, Jesse!

Still at airport. Two more hours. Running out of Internet.

AND I am super happy with the new purse I bought last week -- I saw it in a magazine, had 10 minutes to kill, so ran into H&M and got it for $25. It's mostly raffia or whatever with black pleather trim, and is way bigger on the inside than outside! Brilliant.

I have a question that you can feel free to lie about the answer so I don't cry.

If you put grammar into this complaint:

I am upset by the fact that (in my experience) unless a guy has a body fit to be in Hollywood to be called sexy

Would you say this is a really common issue for guys? That they think they *absolutely* won't look sexy unless they're cut like Fassbender?

I keep getting guys tell me that female privilege isn't that big a deal because most men cry themselves to sleep at night with the knowledge no one will find them attractive unless they look ripped. And no guy ever steps in and says "But I imagine it's equally/more bad for women."

Obviously there's a lot of unrealistic ideal-creation in movies and TV. And half of the shit I reblog on Tumblr shows what catches my eye.

But I clearly can't respond by saying "No! We hurt worse!" And pointing out generally accepted sex symbols who, at worst, clearly let themselves "slide" between shirtless scenes (as opposed to between red carpet events, or any given episode for most female actors) just seems to exacerbate things.

I should just shut up?