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Oh thank god. The power of posting works again. It won't solve all the other things I'm pissy about, but I'll take it.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
This piece started over an hour ago.
Oh thank god. The power of posting works again. It won't solve all the other things I'm pissy about, but I'll take it.
Or any of the South, as if it's one ignorant, monolithic, hillbilly block.
Yup.
Y'all. If you need a little heartwarming, may I recommend the HBO doc Suited? It's about tailors who make suits for trans and genderqueer people, and it was just lovely.
Troubling Tribble finally came home. And was very hungry. Dumbass.
That sounds great, Jesse.
I should do something useful. But I had unexpected dental work done today, and as a result I've spent most of the day lazing around. Got my first milkshake in about 3 years (not really worth it), and then got takeout wonton soup and lo mein, because my teeth are still sore.
I'm an aunt again! My SIL had a little boy around 4AM. 8 lbs, which is big, and she is small, so I'm sure she's glad he's out. I'm not loving the name they picked, but hey, it's their kid. We'll get used to it.
I have a new laptop! My old one has started developing overheating issues, and I figured I'd buy one before I had to spend a day without home Internet--the horror!
But now I'm rebuilding programs and toolbars and going "Fuck! I don't remember the password for Buffistas! Let's see if it's this! Oh, thank god."
I'm very tempted to splurge on the hotel for the first day of my vacation trip. I can do that if I do Motel 6 types for the rest of the trip, right?
Pete loathes surprise parties, clap&sing ambushes at restaurants, all of that sort of thing. He'd probably have the same sort of reaction as Bev's DH. But he loves *planning* that sort of thing, which works out because I am one of the few people we know who likes surprise parties. There have been years where people have asked me what I'm doing for my birthday, and I've answered with "No clue! I'll find out on the day, probably".
I'm not one for staff singing at restaurants, but I'm still a little cranky at the not-cheap restaurant I took my mom for her birthday for not doing anything. I put a note in the reservation! The host at least could have said HBD to her.
My parents told a server it was my birthday and it turned out all the wait staff were opera singers. It was mortifying because EVERYONE in the restaurant stopped to pay attention, but it was also amazing to hear HBD, in Italian, sung in a really powerful baritone.