The venom of some of the "but what about the meeenn" posts has startled me, as well as the sheer number. Say "male privilege and they come out like earthworms after rain and writhe all over the sidewalk.
I'm doing a transfusion-and-post. Come back, volunteer with the chocolate. Moar chocolate!
LAistas may regret my having a rare conversation with a stranger. The infusion nurse's son wants to write movies. He's been to film school and now he's hanging out in LA and basing his whole career plan on some major annual competition, which he has done well in but not won. I asked the usual: "Does he have an agent? Is he working with improv groups, small theaters, writers' groups? Has he tried to get a movie-adjacent job, however small? No, he's pinning all his hopes on this contest. His mother is worried. I gave her my e-mail address, and if he contacts me, I may forward his info to some of y'all. It will be entirely up to you what to do with it.
I want my phone to cheer for me without having to do anything to earn it. I'd suggest that somebody write a viral blog post about how lazy and entitled my generation is, but these days it seems to be my generation that's writing all that bullshit.
I need some device that will nag me without any input from me.
Ginger, I could marry you... well, it works for mr. flea.
flea made me snort. And I'm in public too. Bad flea!
DH & I are doing a complicated car transfer as we are mostly down to just the one car right now. Since it involves an iced Americano and free wifi, I'm good with this.
I am slightly less stabinaty today.
I know I will feel better if I can through some of the piles on my desk.
Back in the dark ages when I was a newspaper reporter, stories were literally spiked on these lethal contraptions made by sticking a l ong nail into a pool of lead from the linotype machine. I had one on my desk for messages. I think of this when someone goes all stabbity.
"Please do not fold or spindle the messenger."
Yes, I frequently post cheezy affirmations on my Tumblr. My favorite at the moment is, "Does this need to be said? Does this need to be said right now? Does this need to be said by me?"
It saves me from a lot of pointless arguments that just don't get started.
I took a step back on Tumblr on the #yesallwomen, too. Advocacy is one thing, self-care is another.
My dad had one of those bill spikes. I refused to use it, always convinced I'd run it though my hand--and as uncoordinated as I am, I probably would have.
Clogged toilet has been plunged and is now running well. All the windows and doors are open because it's glorious and sunny here. It will probably be too hot in the house by midday.
