She watched very very closely. With concern, her little head swivelling back and forth between my face and the trowel. Then she stood in the planters and sniffed the little white pine seedlings. V. Cute.
Day: April 22, 2010
WARNING WARNING WARNING FEMINISM ALERT
I wish there was a tactful way of putting this in front of a couple of men I love dearly. JEFF IS NOT ONE OF THEM, btw.
Anyway, have fun, and don’t let your blood pressure go up too much. Have especial fun with the comments.
Not even with a beer in my hand and a few comments on social media
A series of large losses can make a small loss feel enormous. I told Rob I wouldn’t cry until I had a beer in my hand, and I lied then too. I’m crying now, but Jeff is meeting the situation with sympathetic noises and the welcome sound of the coffee grinder. I was going to say more tender things about him, but he’s off in his room now belching so loud something in my room vibrated in sympathy…. still in keeping with the theme, I spose.
There was a brief flurry of amusement last night at Robof9’s going away party while one party member commented to another, “We’re friends, right?” but in reference to facebook.
I now have more than 150 facebook friends. I have met and spoken to every single one of them. Some of them are my dearest friends; some I barely know; some are more other people’s friends than mine. But they are my facebook tribe and I follow their doings, their triumphs and tragedies, the way folks follow soaps. Not so much on the story arc, but man, the set pieces entirely rock.
Livejournal is for filk buddies and church buddies. When I realized that – that was the point I realized that filk is the religion-friendly portion of SF fandom. Because all the most religious people I know who are also fans are also filkers. Things that make you say hmm. And when I say religion, I mean Judaism, paganism, UUism, and Mormonism. We all get together in a room and sing our faces off, and we make sure that people’s dietary requirements, both allergy and religious, are met, and we don’t even talk about it because that would all be beside the point anyway, we’re here to sing and love each other. Livejournal merely supports the meatspace- we are meant to be together, and LJ helps us do that.
Twitter is for people who like the kinds of things I like. Twitter is mostly people I don’t know, will never meet. The most recent person to start following me had two midwife attended births, co-slept, baby carried, tandem nursed and looky looky, she’s a vegetarian. All those things in common, and then, clunk. Uh, no thanks. Personally I fucking hate it when people say they are vegetarian and eat eggs and milk. You’re still robbing babies and eating them, so how does that bring you to fluffy bunnyhood? Either be vegan or be sparing in your meat consumption or be like me, the meat on meat inside meat, with meat on the side, kind of person.
I will be a vegetarian when I have to, and not one second sooner. My brain doesn’t work properly without meat protein and it sure doesn’t work properly without animal fat. Wish it were otherwise.
Now I have to go outside and plant the saplings work gave me for Earth Day. I have a funny story about that but I can’t publish because the inertnets are temporarily forever. I hope Margot joins me. There’s something very comforting about her watching me work.