hey have a big honking slowly rotating sign by one of the train stations on my ride home. They're on track to get about 2.5% of the vote in my electorate.
Dang, the wikipedia article seems to indicate they aren't doing so badly. Interesting. I feel like they would not do so well in America. Even if we had preferential voting.
I think if I were to have created that site, it would have touted the Australian Sex Lives Of Animals Party.
But what would you stand for, in that party??
I printed it out, so it is readable, but I always think it looks slightly cheesy to bring up a piece of paper rather than a book.
Stick it inside the book, so it looks nice but you can read it?
And I'm wishing it could be 75 degrees all day long.
Move to Seattle! Todays' high is 74, low 59!
and I'm torn between feeling comfortable and feeling really really...ALERT. Keeping an eye out so no one tries to start shit. And it's a little stressful.
I hear you. And much as it's not an experience I would wish on anyone for long-term, there are a number of people that I wish could experience that feeling. And not in a paranoid George-Zimmerman "they're out to get me!" way, but in a "you don't know if that random stranger walking down the block is going to spit on you and say "dyke" and outweigh you by 100 pounds" way.
When we stayed in Edinburgh with my aunt and uncle (in 2002), they mentioned that the room we were staying in was also used (long-term) by a friend of theirs who cross-dressed and needed a safe place to be able to do that and keep stuff.
When I was looking up places to see if I could find ita a place to try on binders, last night (I know of places here or in Baltimore, but NSM in LA), one of the lists I found was for cross-dressing men, it looked like, and mentioned more than one place where you could have a secret mailing address, storage locker, etc. Which made me happy a place existed, but sad it had to.
LEE! GO PACK! PACKING IS GOOD AND GETS YOU NEARER TO NEW ORLEANS!!
Thanks meara! I got my suitcase out of the garage. That's kind of like packing.
Keep on packing, Lee!
I skipped a whole bunch of posts. I am sulking because someone smashed the back window of my car.
Augh, bastards did not come get the moving boxes. PLEASE COME TAKE THESE BOXES, YOU BASTARDS.
Replied, Lee.
I am sulking because someone smashed the back window of my car.
Ugh! That happened to my husband (before he was my husband) when we were in college. It's a hell of a way to be woken up.
That happened to my husband (before he was my husband) when we were in college. It's a hell of a way to be woken up.
Yep. I hadn't driven since Thursday. I'm just lucky I went to drive it today and noticed it. It's supposed to rain tonight.
It's at a dealership now, so at least it's indoors. Anyone have experience going to a place that specialized in auto glass? Are there some to avoid because they use substandard glass? If the dealer estimate is too expensive, I may have to shop around, as GEICO will pay a maximum of $421 (minus a $50 deductible).
GEICO has an arrangement with Safeway Auto Glass, but they're not conveniently located for me.
I had the window in my passenger door replaced by a specialized place - they were great and I never had any problems, but it was a local shop and not even in business any more, so, not terribly helpful.
But I sympathize! I've had my car windows broken a couple of times (when I owned a convertible, so I was just, the top UNZIPS if you want to steal my battery that badly, c'mon thieves) and that's an awful feeling when you walk up ready to drive off and see bits of glass everywhere.
Ugh, Tommy! That sucks.
Speaking of gender, I was just reading a book from 1982 where a transgender hooker gets killed, and the cops never called her "him." And the cops aren't the most sensitive and enlightened people, and the book was written 30 years ago. It just made me wonder where we've gone wrong.
So my grandmother's funeral was great, there were a ton of people there, and a LOT of them came back to the house. It was great to see a lot of relatives who came from out of town. There was one weirdo from my parents' church who said something weird and/or somewhat nasty every time she passed me, but I guess that's not a bad record.
So my grandmother's funeral was great, there were a ton of people there, and a LOT of them came back to the house. It was great to see a lot of relatives who came from out of town.
That's lovely.
I've had good luck with specialty glass.
Glad the funeral went well, Jesse.
