Woke up at an insanely early hour after working a 10-hour shift just to attend mass (in order to appease my rents) and thus did not eat breakfast. Spent the next hour and a half wanting to punch people in the throat.
Attributed to low blood sugar and not enough rest, but a look at my "count-up" application revealed that I'm likely in the throes of PMS. Oh, delight.
At least I didn't punch anyone or yell at them?
Attributed to low blood sugar and not enough rest, but a look at my "count-up" application revealed that I'm likely in the throes of PMS. Oh, delight.
At least I didn't punch anyone or yell at them?
Here are all of my invite codes for Dreamwidth. Feel free to copy and disseminate as needed! :)
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The dread census meme strikes again!
1991: I am two years old, going to preschool at which I beat up a five-year-old boy much to his father's confusion. I live with my parents in a small apartment in a Denver suburb, and fly to Ohio four times a year to visit my grandparents. I have a marked preference for bright colors, and I attend speech therapy three times a week since I was diagnosed with profound hearing loss in 1989 and my parents have opted to teach me how to speak. My sister will be born three years later.
2001: I am twelve, in sixth grade, in St. Louis, attending a school for the deaf, and getting ready to mainstream to a local Catholic grade school in the fall. 9/11 happens on the second Tuesday I attend this school, and my classmates and I see the towers collapse on TV. I also discover much to my dismay that I am taller and further along in puberty than many of my new 7th grade classmates, which leads to unrelenting teasing from the boys. 2001-2007 (from the end of middle school to the end of high school) will not be very good years for me, due to my being a teenager who is fairly socially isolated and bludgeons people with the sheer force of her brain.
2011: I am 22, a recent graduate from university, and newly underemployed. My social circle is somewhat small, and at points I find myself dating two people at the same time. I still live with my parents and my kid sister, who is not much of a kid at the age of 17. My sister is contemplating a hitch with the Navy, much to the dismay of my father. I am saving up money to go to grad school and to get a Masters in psychology. I rediscover my interest in writing in 2009, but pursue it more seriously from 2010 onwards.
1991: I am two years old, going to preschool at which I beat up a five-year-old boy much to his father's confusion. I live with my parents in a small apartment in a Denver suburb, and fly to Ohio four times a year to visit my grandparents. I have a marked preference for bright colors, and I attend speech therapy three times a week since I was diagnosed with profound hearing loss in 1989 and my parents have opted to teach me how to speak. My sister will be born three years later.
2001: I am twelve, in sixth grade, in St. Louis, attending a school for the deaf, and getting ready to mainstream to a local Catholic grade school in the fall. 9/11 happens on the second Tuesday I attend this school, and my classmates and I see the towers collapse on TV. I also discover much to my dismay that I am taller and further along in puberty than many of my new 7th grade classmates, which leads to unrelenting teasing from the boys. 2001-2007 (from the end of middle school to the end of high school) will not be very good years for me, due to my being a teenager who is fairly socially isolated and bludgeons people with the sheer force of her brain.
2011: I am 22, a recent graduate from university, and newly underemployed. My social circle is somewhat small, and at points I find myself dating two people at the same time. I still live with my parents and my kid sister, who is not much of a kid at the age of 17. My sister is contemplating a hitch with the Navy, much to the dismay of my father. I am saving up money to go to grad school and to get a Masters in psychology. I rediscover my interest in writing in 2009, but pursue it more seriously from 2010 onwards.
ok this is TMI, i'm sure but...
Mar. 10th, 2011 09:06 amWhat does it say about my life that I have to search my chat history for mentions of "period" and "time of the month" because I'm not sure when my last period was and my cycles are probably being ridiculously long again and it's not like I'm doing things that normally cause pregnancy such as shtupping a MAN sans protection.
What I currently have open now:
The Inception WIPs spreadsheet that I check on every hour or so
Skellerbvvt's current comment fic on underage!Eames and dom!Arthur, full of angst and UST
Archive Of Our Own's index for Inception fics
Metafilter, and four child tabs that I shan't list since they're not especially fannish
GoogleDocs, containing an original fic of mine tentatively titled "BufferZone" ( because I suck at titling things before they're done )
And of course, DW!
Inception has kinda eaten my brain. *grins*
The Inception WIPs spreadsheet that I check on every hour or so
Skellerbvvt's current comment fic on underage!Eames and dom!Arthur, full of angst and UST
Archive Of Our Own's index for Inception fics
underneath that (tree style tabs ftw!):
Don't pull your punches, by Versy
Shadows and Doubts, by Eustacia Vye
All of our wealth, by the_ragnarok
Don't pull your punches, by Versy
Shadows and Doubts, by Eustacia Vye
All of our wealth, by the_ragnarok
Metafilter, and four child tabs that I shan't list since they're not especially fannish
GoogleDocs, containing an original fic of mine tentatively titled "BufferZone" ( because I suck at titling things before they're done )
And of course, DW!
Inception has kinda eaten my brain. *grins*
Hey wait a minute.
Jan. 21st, 2011 06:04 pmThese really run the gamut, don't they? Guy making obviously insensitive and idiotic comments about ogling Japanese women is not exactly the same as a 19 year old girl who is upset that people call her 'miss' in her phone job, is it? From here.
Context: discussion of Microaggressions, a site on which people post incidents that over time form experiences of marginalized groups.
My take? No, getting called 'Miss' is not the same as hearing racist and sexist comments-- but I'm reminded of a quote that I read in a long-ago theology class: "All suffering is sacred". Namely, the slights that one experiences by "well-meaning" people shouldn't be compared against each other. One can't quantify oppression in its many forms and then expect it to be a tidy little accounting.
I am sure for the submitter who was called "Miss", the word was pretty damn sexist, assuming that she was a) unmarried and b) her worth was based on her marital status.
Just as I am sure that the other submitter who overheard those comments thought they were pretty damn racist and sexist.
The site is a space for people to express those slights. It doesn't matter what the scale was; both incidents are indicative of societal and interpersonal norms that are pretty damn sexist.
I've been asked "where do you come from" by people who assumed that my deaf "accent" meant that I came from someplace "exotic". They may have been curious, they may have been trying to make conversation, but the fact remains that I thought that question was pretty damn rude and ableist to boot.
Microaggressions are sneaky like that.
Summa: Don't say Incident X is smaller than Incident Y-- both of them have the same roots!
Context: discussion of Microaggressions, a site on which people post incidents that over time form experiences of marginalized groups.
My take? No, getting called 'Miss' is not the same as hearing racist and sexist comments-- but I'm reminded of a quote that I read in a long-ago theology class: "All suffering is sacred". Namely, the slights that one experiences by "well-meaning" people shouldn't be compared against each other. One can't quantify oppression in its many forms and then expect it to be a tidy little accounting.
I am sure for the submitter who was called "Miss", the word was pretty damn sexist, assuming that she was a) unmarried and b) her worth was based on her marital status.
Just as I am sure that the other submitter who overheard those comments thought they were pretty damn racist and sexist.
The site is a space for people to express those slights. It doesn't matter what the scale was; both incidents are indicative of societal and interpersonal norms that are pretty damn sexist.
I've been asked "where do you come from" by people who assumed that my deaf "accent" meant that I came from someplace "exotic". They may have been curious, they may have been trying to make conversation, but the fact remains that I thought that question was pretty damn rude and ableist to boot.
Microaggressions are sneaky like that.
Summa: Don't say Incident X is smaller than Incident Y-- both of them have the same roots!
ABC and captioning fail.
Jan. 5th, 2011 11:18 amAttempting to view the latest episode of "V", I found that the in-house ABC player did not know how to do captions.
Sure, they had a caption button, and the audio-text timing was more or less accurate but!
( How to make captions FAIL )
Sure, they had a caption button, and the audio-text timing was more or less accurate but!
( How to make captions FAIL )
Captions should not make the viewer work harder; they are meant to help the viewer!
I've emailed ABC, for all the good it will do.
( ETA of Annoyance: )
I've emailed ABC, for all the good it will do.
( ETA of Annoyance: )
Is there a way to punch people into the next dimension so they won't bother me anymore?
Dec. 29th, 2010 12:46 pmGreat, < parental unit > you're concerned about me and my continued unemployment. Great, you're supportive and all that shit.
BUT.
Support does not consist of:
1. Having a t-shirt made, without my knowledge, which bears the words "Got Job?" and my strictly-personal e-mail address on the back, complete with cheesy Microsoft PowerPoint graphics.
2. Presenting the shirt described above to me, in front of the rest of the family, ON FUCKING CHRISTMAS DAY.
3. Asking me constantly for "your Christmas gift" even though I have gone above and beyond in keeping the house clean and keeping your ass happy; besides you know fucking well I have no money whatsoever to speak of to buy you the gift to which you seem to think you're entitled to.
4. Then, after saying numerous things that have greatly tested my resolve to BE NICE TO YOU, you then proceed to annoy me about my job search even though you know damn well I've been looking for the last three months in a sucky sucky economy.
5. AND THEN YOU HAVE THE FUCKING GALL TO SAY:
"Oh gee you say you've been looking? Where's your job then?"
Fuck you and fuck the high, high horse you rode in on. Bad enough I have to attend Mass to satisfy your hypocritical ass, bad enough I have to listen to you say sexist, ableist, homophobic things that highlight just how GOAT-SHIT CRAZY you are, bad enough I have to put up with you AT ALL.
Trust me, bitch, if I had the means I would be out of your precious house so fast the door wouldn't even slam on me.
BUT.
Support does not consist of:
1. Having a t-shirt made, without my knowledge, which bears the words "Got Job?" and my strictly-personal e-mail address on the back, complete with cheesy Microsoft PowerPoint graphics.
2. Presenting the shirt described above to me, in front of the rest of the family, ON FUCKING CHRISTMAS DAY.
3. Asking me constantly for "your Christmas gift" even though I have gone above and beyond in keeping the house clean and keeping your ass happy; besides you know fucking well I have no money whatsoever to speak of to buy you the gift to which you seem to think you're entitled to.
4. Then, after saying numerous things that have greatly tested my resolve to BE NICE TO YOU, you then proceed to annoy me about my job search even though you know damn well I've been looking for the last three months in a sucky sucky economy.
5. AND THEN YOU HAVE THE FUCKING GALL TO SAY:
"Oh gee you say you've been looking? Where's your job then?"
Fuck you and fuck the high, high horse you rode in on. Bad enough I have to attend Mass to satisfy your hypocritical ass, bad enough I have to listen to you say sexist, ableist, homophobic things that highlight just how GOAT-SHIT CRAZY you are, bad enough I have to put up with you AT ALL.
Trust me, bitch, if I had the means I would be out of your precious house so fast the door wouldn't even slam on me.
Humm, am I crazy or...
Dec. 19th, 2010 10:05 pmFrankly it's been a while since I've actually seen an SGA episode, but John Sheppard doesn't really seem the sort to go around punching walls out of heartbreak after making Rodney run off in tears (another mis-characterization!)-- as I've just read in a certain fanfic.
Sheppard is emotionally constipated it's not funny-- so I can't really see him punching walls. Especially not out of heartbreak.
And Rodney? Going off to his room in tears like a teen? He's more likely to say something terribly cutting that he'd regret later.
Sheppard is emotionally constipated it's not funny-- so I can't really see him punching walls. Especially not out of heartbreak.
And Rodney? Going off to his room in tears like a teen? He's more likely to say something terribly cutting that he'd regret later.
WHAAAAAAAA
Dec. 16th, 2010 04:45 pmTL;DR, Yahoo is cutting Delicious.
Stay classy Yahoo.
Looking for alternatives to Delicious, and Pinboard's entry price annoys me on principle.
ETA: Delicious has an export option under settings of your account, so you can send it to another browser or bookmarking service, if you wish.
See this for more details.
If anyone has any suggestion to fannish bookmarking.... would be swell!
Son of a ETA: Diigo seems promising.
Stay classy Yahoo.
Looking for alternatives to Delicious, and Pinboard's entry price annoys me on principle.
ETA: Delicious has an export option under settings of your account, so you can send it to another browser or bookmarking service, if you wish.
See this for more details.
If anyone has any suggestion to fannish bookmarking.... would be swell!
Son of a ETA: Diigo seems promising.
The Deathly Hollows and other items
Nov. 22nd, 2010 03:58 pmFirst: Deathly Hollows--
Part 1 was pretty good, considering the shortfalls present in the book (such as total personality transplants and fucking around for the best part of the book looking for these deathly hollows instead of say, finding the HORCRUXES. [side note: could the plural be "horcruces"? It is Latin... but we're reading a book in English]).
Will watch part 2, since (at least for me) part one accomplished what it was intended to do: make people pay money to see part 2. I will close my eyes at the epilogue.
( cut to save tender eyes from the angst )
Part 1 was pretty good, considering the shortfalls present in the book (such as total personality transplants and fucking around for the best part of the book looking for these deathly hollows instead of say, finding the HORCRUXES. [side note: could the plural be "horcruces"? It is Latin... but we're reading a book in English]).
Will watch part 2, since (at least for me) part one accomplished what it was intended to do: make people pay money to see part 2. I will close my eyes at the epilogue.
( cut to save tender eyes from the angst )
hello porn, we meet again
Nov. 4th, 2010 12:10 pmSrrsly! I really meant to write more than 549 words for the main story but I got sidetracked by the 3143-word (and growing i mean, what?) porn that's eating my brain. And once again, it's not porn I can fit into the story timeline.
*facepalms*
I think I can delude myself into thinking it's good porn at least.
*facepalms*
I think I can delude myself into thinking it's good porn at least.
YES victorious
Oct. 28th, 2010 09:59 pmThe google-fu is strong with me since I was able to find a fic that vanished from the greater internets--
But for the grace of Google Cache, I found it. ON THE EL-JAY of the author.
YAY. Now off to read it.
(FYI: it's![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seperis's fic, "All Brand New", found here: http://seperis.livejournal.com/305095.h
But for the grace of Google Cache, I found it. ON THE EL-JAY of the author.
YAY. Now off to read it.
(FYI: it's
seperis's fic, "All Brand New", found here: http://seperis.livejournal.com/305095.hSummary of my day:
*washes slipcovers* Is that supposed to go into the dryer? I don't know!
*pulls mug from cabinet* *two other mugs follow, headed to the floor*
*pulls up reading page* Humm, my filter's not including my new subscriptions...
*types up email* Did I just send that to the wrong address?
*types my word quota* I just mistyped everything.
Today is so not my day.
HEADPALMHEADPALMHEADPALM
*washes slipcovers* Is that supposed to go into the dryer? I don't know!
*pulls mug from cabinet* *two other mugs follow, headed to the floor*
*pulls up reading page* Humm, my filter's not including my new subscriptions...
*types up email* Did I just send that to the wrong address?
*types my word quota* I just mistyped everything.
Today is so not my day.
HEADPALMHEADPALMHEADPALM
