banned for indecency in 1932?
Spent almost the entire day in bed yesterday, had a dizzy spell. Feel fine today.
banned for indecency in 1932?
Spent almost the entire day in bed yesterday, had a dizzy spell. Feel fine today.
did you know this? As an anarchist I really should know this shit
This is a graphic, which @lulex posted on twitter and which she got from the bbc website, which illustrates how the Queen gets paid. The graphic shows a circle, flowing as follows: The Queen owns The Crown Estate which makes profits paid to HM Treasury which calculates a 15-25% Sovereign grant which is paid to you guessed it the Queen.
that’s what’s forecast between now and Thursday night (it’s midnight Wednesday now.) We definitely need more salt, but I’m not shovelling until 6 am. It’s East Burnaby so we’ll probably get 1.5 times the forecast.
mOm very kindly put cousin Laurel on the phone yesterday so I got to talk to her. There’s been a death on the inlaw side of the family and it coincided with the worst of the ferries and roads, so she’s had an adventure; this is also the week her husband turned seventy. Much sadness about the new normal. Supporting the recently bereaved is a beautiful challenge though.
Anyway, I woke up dizzy, a horrible feeling, got up and peed, sat up and now I don’t actually feel fine but I could probably go back to sleep. I should, I only got four and a half hours…. Read on line, I’m probably dehydrated or have low blood sugar…
No I did not go back to sleep I made coffee.
It’s been weeks, but every time I think about that piece of grafitti in Ultraviolet “Czirny fans get sick notes from their drug dealers” I crack up all over again. Czirny was a made up football team for Łódź which is pronounced wutsch.
the Duchess of Sussex is out and about – shown here at a women’s centre in Vancouver yesterday AND NOT WEARING A DRESS lawks
I MEAN IT’S WONDERFUL but TERRIBLE and EXPENSIVE like 10 million dollars of extra colonial expenditure and all we really care about in this household was her gig on the TV show Suits. I feel sorry for Harry, although not for his choice of bride.
Environment Canada says Howe Sound is going to get wind and snow something awful so it’s a good thing Laurel’s not travelling today.
HA HA HA HA STEFAN MOLYNEUX that unregenerate Nazi sockwad has been cut off from Mailchimp so his list of 70K asshole supporters is no longer his. LOLOLOLOL excuse me cough cough.
I sent mOm a couple of links about a former colleague….
LATER THAT MORNING
Alex’ school’s closed. Katie is staying home. I did volunteer….
Later, around ten after seven
All the schools in the lower mainland are closed. There is not a snowball’s chance in a foundry that I could have made it to Victoria today without considerable horror.
RedRoseBlue on reddit painted this. Comments included EVERY LESBIAN BAR IN US FIGHT FOR THIS PAINTING
He’s been dead for a long time, but good lord what a snack. – Marc Bolan
A couple of days ago, Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki got on social media to announce that the TV show Supernatural is ending next season (season 15, over 320 episodes) and the finale of all finales will thus be next season – their choice, most likely. A couple of them had been crying, which doesn’t bother me, I’d be crying too if I moved along from the best job I’d ever had even if it was my choice.
Inside the fandom, for the show, there is a substantial chonk of LGBT and straight cisgirl fans who absolutely love on the idea of a romance between Castiel the angel, who appeared season 4, and Dean the Hunter, who, along with his brother Sam the Hunter, carries the show week to week.
There are also Supernatural fans who write fanfic in the A/B/O universe (don’t look, it’s a concourse of poorly realized paraphilias and it’s even worse when you realize that (never mind, just more fandom bs) and I have read precisely one decently written A/B/O fic so I know it’s possible but Jesus it’s GROSS) and write explicitly incestuous fic (it’s called Wincest, and I haven’t even let my eyes roam over one of them, thanks).
Neither of these two things are supported by the show; Destiel, which is the mashup of the names of Dean and Castiel, while not supported word for word in script canon, is teased at, at least once a season, all through the show. I won’t go into the list of specific callouts as to there being romance in the air, just go to the Dean/Castiel page on Superwiki, where it’s all laid out in prim detail.
It’s my belief that the show would rather kill one of the characters than let any of them wander off into the sunset, encoupled. From a strictly ‘whose body is this’ standpoint, there’s no longer any squick about who Castiel’s vessel is, which removed a lot of the hassles about a canonical romance. But
it doesn’t fit the show. And Castiel, although he can be briefly physically affectionate, has not been represented as a sexual being, at least not successfully.
So yeah, I’ll write fanfic because it looks like love, romance and lifetime commitment to me. But anybody who thinks Destiel is gonna be canon is a fucking idiot, because the lead actor, the gold standard of a richly successful franchise, is happy with how things are.
The queer-baiting will continue until you make your own art, folx. (Definition of queer-baiting on the page linked to above.)
Joan Rivers claimed she banged Robert Mitchum back in the 60s.
damn I’m jelly
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.
Or FIFES, I can hear FIFES.
This is my blog
This is my only blog
This is my only blog of blogs that I will ever flog
and social media is a selfie-clogged bog
full of piggy palpating kitties
and wild skateboarding dogs
Rock me gently in the loving arms of WENDELL.
Wendell Clark just followed me on twitter. If you don’t know who Wendell Clark is, then you watch much less television than I do. And if you do know, then you know why I’m happy.
It just seems like the end of civilization to me.
Civilian tilt rotor aircraft? All I can think of is the maintenance.
Keith came by yesterday and pumped up my tires and did a pre flight check on my bicycle. I am now ready to do a shop via bicycle.
I’ve gotten back into practicing every day, which means that every once in a while I fondle my callouses. We’ve booked another musical evening at Paul’s for the 17th of April. SO looking forward to it. Sue and Brian can’t come (already got some answers back, waa.)
Crappy maintenance and poor planning on the part of SFU crash the hopes of single women trying to get a career together.
They put filk music in quotes and rilly rilly pissed me off. A lot about this article is if not wrong, then wrongheaded.
Once upon a time I had a chance to have a kid with nappy hair. It was a long time ago and beside, that ex-husband is dead. (RIP Phillip, you were one powerfully strange dude).
Styled, wild, fro’ed, dreaded, combed, razored. It is not a sexualized thing, and I don’t normally publicly comment, but I love it, and when I see a really awesome do, I don’t say a damn thing. I just feel happy.
Whatever publicity accrues to Mr. Ghomeshi’s departure from the CBC, there is a strong likelihood that his employment contract contained a morals clause.
He was expensive. He was not beloved of the Harper Government. There will be people willing to testify in court that he doesn’t toe the BDSM party line about ongoing consent. (Under oath or no…)
He should quit this pre-emptive rehabilitation he’s paying fountains of cash for. He’ll make more money than Croesus as an impresario – after he recovers from his father’s death. He’ll definitely have better phone security.
My two coppers.
By the way I’m really pissed off about this because my CBC interviewer in the novel is based on him (genderswapped). PISS ME OFF. Grr.
Here’s a chaser. A technically and emotionally superior guitarist.
The visit with the fOlks was very good and we had a SPECTACULAR trip back. The wind and the sun were in perfect proportion, and we got chocolate soft ice cream for a snack. Thank you Paul for subsidizing that trip (pOp too….) and mOm for the baby stuffs. It was fun noodling around Victoria looking for baby stuffs.
Why I love Susan Sarandon. She just so effervescently and totally rocks.
Watched Boyhood. I really enjoyed it, and then immediately read a black critic’s takedown of it and have to now file the movie under guilty pleasures. Sigh. Jeff bailed partway through since various characters were being jerks.
Sahara Delights is now in the space Kitty Kate’s Cafe was in.
Went singing at Tom and Peggy’s last night. The alto part for Word of God is wicked hard.
Despite the last two series of Sherlock being golden moments with half hours of ludicrous illogical crap in between, I’m quite taken with this young Cumberbatch fellow, and hope to watch Parade’s End, which features him prominently in some kind of period love triangle. Oh, yeah.
Church had our former minister Harold Rosen, who traversed through Judaism and Unitarianism to end up being Baha’i. He spoke on the processes of justice from an interfaith / Baha’i perspective. Had a brief meeting with Sally about my homily on the 9th of March – exactly a month from today. We squared away some things I hadn’t thought of.
The coffee, as always, was excellent. I picked up some chocolate for Jeff… fair trade organic chocolate does taste better.
I have learned that someone I only know through the internet is going to run as a Libertarian candidate. His campaign promises so far…. are so ludicrous and hilarious that I would vote for him in a heartbeat. He’s the only Libertarian I’ve ever run across who’s a feminist. If there were more like him I wouldn’t be hating on Libertarians so much.
Jeff got Keith’s call last night. Sounds like he’s still having magical amounts of fun in the land of Oz.
I’m feeling kinda sludgy… hope to make word count today.