Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Oh my. There be lots of crazy for you this am.
This is a very special kind of Canadian crazy.
Ya gotta be effin kidding me. Lady Liberty is a minion of Satan?
Star Wars Crafts? Ok,
Put your hand over your crotch – gently. Now open this link.
A life of infrequent contact with the police is not likely in the cards for this gent.
Fox – where mammon collides with art.
Phone system at work is verklimt. So happy to be gone tomorrow until next Tuesday.
The thing about higher chordates is how we can look similar.
Jesus! Potentially toxic extremophile fungus in the dishwasher?
I keep finding reasons to want to go to Chicago.
I didn’t much like the article, but I enjoyed the illustration of proto writing.
Jesus! That’s a big statue.
This is wonderful– a list of unlikely meetings.
Take your granny to the mall today. Remember, when it gets hot, you can prevent deaths by banging on the doors of your elderly neighbours and making sure they stay hydrated and cool.
Nancy the sheepherding …… chihuahua?
In keeping with the “Fuck, it’s hot” theme, today is the anniversary of the first day napalm was used on human beings.
This speech aligns well with my thinking about filk.
Jeff and I had a conversation about this the other day and thankfully he pulled the quote for me.
YAY!!!!! Google applies Boots of Buttkicking to Malware’s ass.
Jeff and I watched Dawkins on Darwin. Man, there are a lot of stupid people in the world. I’m still having a hard time understanding exactly how people can tie themselves in the cognitive knots required to deny evolution.
Okay day at the Tentackle Alley. Soup was ghastly.
Wonderful evening hanging with Cindy.
Home to find a quarter century of descendent and mein broter; one SGA ep and then bed.
I would like to wish Keith a very happy birthday. I hope he spends this evening killing zombies with Jeff; I’m off to Cindy’s after work with all the gear I laboriously humped up to the fourth floor, only to find that our dreams of a practice room were a prank to the facilities manager. Sigh. Anyway, I will sing and play and ingest Cindy’s daughter’s chili.
However, I endeavour to persevere.
Work is better.
It is an extremely grey, overcast day, and yet it is so humid that it might as well be London ON the first week of August.
Miss Margot CROSSED THE STREET THIS MORNING. Right in front of us, as we were coming home from the Big 6. Grr.
I wanted to add a link, but it seems to be broken. So, whatever http://www.boingboing.net/2011/07/07/zombie-bikinis.html
Things are continuing to go very wrong at work. I need a very strenuous attitude adjustment, and I’m going to get one soon, I think.
I am really looking forward to my vacation time next week.
Jeff was feeling well enough later in the day yesterday that we went for a walk in Deer Lake Park, which was very pleasant, and then we went to my office because I wanted to show him that incredibly oddball building, and then we did a small shop, and he mowed the grass while I did the weed whipping. Today I hope he’ll help me with Ziva’s headlight.
Jeff’s feeling porely so I’m hanging around the house trying to tempt his flagging appetite with treats. Mike invited me to the beach but my knees can’t deal again yet. So we’re having a StarGate Atlantis fest instead. Later on we’ll go to Robert Burnaby park, where many outdoor shots were taken.
I think I’m going to get up, have some pho for brekky and go to work.
Home = disaster. I should probably spend the entire holiday weekend cleaning.
Work = interesting. My boss came up to me after the town hall and said “You got it half right” (I had offered my predictions as to what would happen). I have help now for the biggest project and I am fervently thankful for my team mates.
Personal life = large tub of anomie. Church is over for the year but meetings continue (I missed one recently). I have no significant other and no prospect of either meeting or converting one. Unfortunately this has health implications and my health is definitely getting worse. I could complain, but of course that’s a recipe for inviting suggestions, and I don’t want to do that either. I am completely stalled on any of my projects, and while I can cheerfully and honestly say that I am not suicidal (because I’m not… I don’t think about it and I don’t consider it a fix for my problems) I am enervated and sad and wish I could lie on a beach for a week, which, alas, is not going to happen. Besides, I have to clean my room, if only to find my fucking checkbook.
Jeff’s car has been recovered.
More when details warrant.