Sundry and various

Jeff pointed out this article to me. Scary stuff.

At Mike’s. The sky is grey but little dabs of blue and white are starting to show through. (an hour later…. not so much really, sigh).

Goddamn Hurricane Matthew.  I have a bad, bad feeling about it. If the track holds steady a lot of people are going to be dealing with seawater where it ought not to be.

It would be tragic if the hurricane hits the East coast at the same time as the (not very exactly) predicted West coast quake.

Just had somebody point my transmisogyny out to me.  That damned Donald Trump.  I know that doesn’t make much sense but the two things are connected. Also Barry Blitt. This cover is transphobic, but how I laughed when I saw it.  Then two transwomen mentioned they’d laughed their asses off, and sometimes allies are quicker on the draw than the people they’re trying to protect, and I felt a little better, because if I was a transwoman I imagine my sense of humour would be even more vile than it is now, since there’s something about (ed. – Shut the **** up now, please.)

I am two days ahead on writing, so I’m probably going to make notes and take the weekend off from writing.  VCON is this weekend, but J and Paul are going for parts of it so “yay” I’m not going.  There’d be no point hiding out in the filk room even, even after Dara sent out a call for minions for her rousing song, “Sad Muppets.” And yet I’m really okay with all this and I’m just pretending to be put out, because I’m broke, and all I can think about is how much money I spent in the dealers room the last time I went.  Conflikt is in January. I’ll go filk among my friends.

Finished season 1 of Supernatural. Sadly, you cannot make Vancouver and environs look like southern Georgia but by god that doesn’t stop the locations scouts from trying. Also, Jensen Ackles can whisper advice about how to deal with demons in my ear an.y.time. I like Jared Padalecki but he brings out my maternal instincts (sadly withered but still present).

Saw Alex and Katie the other day.  He is a busy little bee, sweet and biddable and mischievous and noisy. And he has a VERY good memory. Katie recounted the story.

He and Katie had only ever walked to Julie’s house. She left town six months ago.  As they were coming to my place the last time they visited me, Alex pointed at Julie’s old house and said, “Julie house.” So he dredged up a memory from before he could talk, after seeing the house from a completely different angle, and put the two together.  Katie was flabbergasted.  I suspect his memory is better than the rest of us put together.

 

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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