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2:31 PM 6/19/2010
And we are cleaning again, for Mathsie is coming to visit! Hooray! We seem to have tidied the bathroom hall in an approvable fashion.

3:02 PM 6/20/2010
From the rather shreddy bit of paper that I was sharing with my neighbors on the day of the Prop 8 closing arguments, some backchannel snark about the defense, with a few comments:
and what crackmonkey crazy reasons are they?
[I suppose about why we shouldn't get marriage. "Crackmonkey" is underlined twice, with arrows.]

He seems to imply that het couples will ragequit marraige if we queers get it. [This entire statement is circled, with arrows pointing to it.]

So, same sex couples who get children outside of marriage, would they [the children] not be better served by married parents?

He's never heard of bisexual FF couples, has he? Who swing? [Claiming that the only way that a same-sex couple could have children at all is by unnatural means.]

He's never heard of cheating, either, I take it.

Oh so he has heard of bisexuals.

"Threesomes," JD says.

"Yes on 8 position" sounds like a really kinky sex act.

So they were trying to disavow protectmarriage.com before this... [they were then trying to cite protectmarriage.com as having some of the official reasons for the proposition. consistency much?]

10:26 PM 6/20/2010
Called a certain best friend. Did the geek walk of shame, virtually. (Coming home with your computer and everybody knows that it was something obvious that you could have done yourself.) (Which reminds me, need to grab the computer and tote it home.) Talked a bit about the Prop 8 trial and some of my hopes and a bit about the closet and ... yeah, I was babbling a bit. And then we got into the "What do we need? Sleep! When do we need it? Now! What do we need? Sleep! When do we need it? Yesterday!" thing. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

8:50 AM 6/21/2010
Not sure whether this is by the fellow who posted it, or if it's merely an archiving, but whichever it is, it's brilliant.

11:57 AM 6/21/2010
A plot bunny that I really want to read, that I'll probably never write, but will hit some undefinable gen kink for crossovers: "Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene. He's got a daytime job and he's doing all right." Harry Potter moonlights in a workmanlike but not brilliant Muggle band that has a steady gig in South London. Yep, crossover with "Sultans of Swing". I want this. I need this. I have Googled in search of it. Where is it?

2:14 PM 6/22/2010
Some words I think I can agree with:
It is perhaps a good rule of thumb, when writing escapist or comic fiction about basically grim situations, to think of oneself as doing so with the intention of amusing or diverting or giving comfort to the victims. I mean, Hogan's Heroes, with all its flaws, made fun of the Nazis, not of their victims.

11:30 PM 6/22/2010
Back home, cranky. Adapted from the email I just sent family:
My car got towed tonight. I was parked legally on the street, but the private towing company currently holding my car says that I was parked on private property. I checked the clearance fore and aft for the driveways I was parked between at the time I parked, and I don't believe I was actually in their red zone. I am upset and angry. My desktop computer (which Ryan believes he has fixed) is in the car, as is my cane. Right now I am borrowing Ryan's cane.

The place is [in a bad neighborhood, JD says]. When I called earlier this evening they said it would cost [a small asston]. To make matters even more entertaining, I was scheduled to meet with [people in the afternoon] for briefing on next week's dogsitting.

I will be more coherent in the morning.

On a lighter note:

Adapted from the comments to a mutual friend, a quick summary of my day with Mathsie:
Mathsie spent the night with me, and there were cherries and chocolate and bread and butter and also perry, and giggling, and internetting, and fic beta-ing (Mathsie, for part 4 of http://holmes-watson.dreamwidth.org/15621.html, fics are smutty) and Mathsie was settled in my Iron Deckchair of Doom, and we stayed up very late and giggled a *whole* lot and gossiped and there was just barely enough room in my living room for Mathsie to do her physio, and then Mathsie settled on the fold-out love seat and I settled in bed and we went to sleep and then Mathsie did not appear to be hearing the alarm in the morning even though I set it, so I went and laid down beside the fold-out loveseat bed and Mathsie grabbed my arm and enforced snuggles and then she woke up and there was general morning hilarity and then we went to Trader Joe's where she got [Ritter Sport bars, with hazelnut and also shortbread] and she complained about the price of chocolate in the US, and then she dropped me off with the kitchen stuff for the boys and headed off to [meet up with another local friend], and she was afraid she was going to be late so I sent an IM to [said friend]. But all was well!

Also Mathsie says that I have to make a whole, uncut entry about doing the Geek Walk of Shame, and my geek card is suspended for a year. But that's for later.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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