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Nov. 5th, 2011 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* I missed most of the news for moving stuff, so let me know if the world burned down. Just generally, I expect to be behind on news for the rest of this month, but you're in trouble if you are relying on me for news anyway, honestly.
* I did catch some Canadian news. Apparently some poor bastard ODed in the Vancouver Wall Street protest and there was some difficulty getting paramedics through the tents. I do have sympathy with the government order to clear paths through the tent city to make it easier for first responders to reach emergency situations, but I think them using it as an excuse to get rid of all tents, tarps, and heat sources is assholery.
* I've also heard a variety of competing suggestions for the Greek economic crisis over the last few days, but I haven't time or energy to properly evaluate or explain any of them just now. When I develop a strong opinion, I'll let y'all know. I am terribly happy that there are serious brains working on this because it's a big contributor to the global problem.
* How did I miss this and has anyone got footage: http://transgriot.blogspot.com/2011/11/boom-dan-savage-gets-glitterbombed.html
I am so fucking proud this happened at my old alma mater. I repeat: Dan Savage does not speak for me, even if he's started to improve on the transphobic front. I hate that his is the only face on the news and talk show circuit whenever anything QUILTBAG is in the news. I hate that he's never apologized for the bile he spewed on the African American community a few years ago and all the ugly things he's said over the years about those of us who do not look like him or have his experiences. I hate how smug he is in his fat phobia, his cruelty to asexuals, his discounting of LGBTQA POC, and myriad other bits of nastiness. Our community is so complex and rich in variety of experiences and intersectionality, yet somehow, is a white able bodied cis gay man into body policing who gets to speak for all of us in the places most Americans are liable to hear. That is not okay, nor is it enough.
* I got about half the scheduled sleep today. First Squirrel woke me with screaming people on his TV. I'd almost drifted off when an important call came in. (It sort of explained the baffling legal document from yesterday. Then I was nearly asleep when a second important call came in. Fed Hector. tried again. Cue three more unimportant phone calls perfectly spaced to do maximum damage to sleep. Rather than make my list of important phonecalls I needed to make today, I gave myself an extra 45 minutes sleep. It wasn't even close to enough to make up for all the disruption. I did make the appointment i was scheduleed to make and did finish the check in inspection for the new apartment. My anal retentiveness and long experience of moving check lists paid off as I found three things needing fixing ASAP and another five "concerns" that need less immediate fixing or need more time to check. (The freezer is going fine, but I am not sure the fridge is cold enough, but I'm giving it the weekend on the highest setting to see if 9 is significantly better than 7. They had it at 3, which was warmer than outside on a day I didn't really need a jacket. 7 is about the same as today, when it was a touch chillier). I came home to find one of the cats had been sick all over my bed. I can't sleep until my bedding is dry.
At some point, since I went to bed last light, I broke a top back molar, the one right over the other one that did the same thing a few years ago. One more thing to wait until next month.
Greenwick came over and was planning to spend the night, but we were both done in with packing by 11:30, so I took him home. He's got a lot of stuff this weekend, and if I don't get some real sleep I shall be useless. I'm thinking I'll rest up this weekend, and focus on small stuff, and we'll try again Monday. Greenwick's been wonderful with doing things involving the step ladder and/or lots of lifting. I'm trying to do things involving sorting and more sitting on the floor. I had to throw out all the character diaries, sheets, etc.. from my long 8th century generational campaign, including the last of Skye's old sheets. I also threw out my teaching portfolio stuff. we just don't have room for masses of paper. It was still hard letting it all go.
It's already hard to navigate, especially in the living room. At this point, I'm willing to start ferrying boxes and bags just to get them out of the way, even though it's much harder to unpack if the furniture isn't in place first. If I had a car, that's what I'd be doing. It's turned out the offers of help were short loans of cars, not lifters, and I'm getting scared. Monday I'll call the last number to see if they will help. If not, maybe we can borrow a vehicle from Arsen's friends for ferrying boxes. The list of things needing doing Monday is already dizzying. This would be so much easier with more sleep. I keep forgetting things, I'm so tired. I'm really worried I'm going to drop a major ball. Gah!
I did no autoclaving as too much else was going on and that's a recipe for second degree burns. I still haven't sorted out ebay listings, since I don't touch that when I'm this tired. Too much room for monumental errors in the listings.
* I'm such a muppet. With everything that's happened since September, I'd forgotten Orycon in the shuffle until Joy contacted me to firm up our travel plans. *facepalm* I will miss you all. Lift a glass to me, okay? It's the first I will have missed since I started going way back in the early '90's.
* Thanks to kireishoji for her help.
* For the record, I am okay with prayers, good thoughts, whatever. I am Buddhist, but I'm okay with other people's practices. I know y'all are unlikely to send proselytizing stuff to my inbox. (I got some today from some of my Mother's extended acquaintance, and that, I am uncomfortable with, which is why I'm mentioning it.) I'm cool with "You are in my prayers," with details or attempts to convert, not so much. I don't have energy to work out diplomatic responses just now, and the half hour I just spent trying to be polite is a half hour I didn't spend winding down for sleep. (I am gentle with fragile elderly ladies. I know, I know, I'm generally an asshole, but I grew up respecting my elders and I generally give anyone over sixty five a pass on all sorts of things I wouldn't put up with from contemporaries, mostly because they generally mean well, and explaining stuff can get really hard).
I think it says something about my day that I didn't even get to check email until 12:30 AMish.
* I did catch some Canadian news. Apparently some poor bastard ODed in the Vancouver Wall Street protest and there was some difficulty getting paramedics through the tents. I do have sympathy with the government order to clear paths through the tent city to make it easier for first responders to reach emergency situations, but I think them using it as an excuse to get rid of all tents, tarps, and heat sources is assholery.
* I've also heard a variety of competing suggestions for the Greek economic crisis over the last few days, but I haven't time or energy to properly evaluate or explain any of them just now. When I develop a strong opinion, I'll let y'all know. I am terribly happy that there are serious brains working on this because it's a big contributor to the global problem.
* How did I miss this and has anyone got footage: http://transgriot.blogspot.com/2011/11/boom-dan-savage-gets-glitterbombed.html
I am so fucking proud this happened at my old alma mater. I repeat: Dan Savage does not speak for me, even if he's started to improve on the transphobic front. I hate that his is the only face on the news and talk show circuit whenever anything QUILTBAG is in the news. I hate that he's never apologized for the bile he spewed on the African American community a few years ago and all the ugly things he's said over the years about those of us who do not look like him or have his experiences. I hate how smug he is in his fat phobia, his cruelty to asexuals, his discounting of LGBTQA POC, and myriad other bits of nastiness. Our community is so complex and rich in variety of experiences and intersectionality, yet somehow, is a white able bodied cis gay man into body policing who gets to speak for all of us in the places most Americans are liable to hear. That is not okay, nor is it enough.
* I got about half the scheduled sleep today. First Squirrel woke me with screaming people on his TV. I'd almost drifted off when an important call came in. (It sort of explained the baffling legal document from yesterday. Then I was nearly asleep when a second important call came in. Fed Hector. tried again. Cue three more unimportant phone calls perfectly spaced to do maximum damage to sleep. Rather than make my list of important phonecalls I needed to make today, I gave myself an extra 45 minutes sleep. It wasn't even close to enough to make up for all the disruption. I did make the appointment i was scheduleed to make and did finish the check in inspection for the new apartment. My anal retentiveness and long experience of moving check lists paid off as I found three things needing fixing ASAP and another five "concerns" that need less immediate fixing or need more time to check. (The freezer is going fine, but I am not sure the fridge is cold enough, but I'm giving it the weekend on the highest setting to see if 9 is significantly better than 7. They had it at 3, which was warmer than outside on a day I didn't really need a jacket. 7 is about the same as today, when it was a touch chillier). I came home to find one of the cats had been sick all over my bed. I can't sleep until my bedding is dry.
At some point, since I went to bed last light, I broke a top back molar, the one right over the other one that did the same thing a few years ago. One more thing to wait until next month.
Greenwick came over and was planning to spend the night, but we were both done in with packing by 11:30, so I took him home. He's got a lot of stuff this weekend, and if I don't get some real sleep I shall be useless. I'm thinking I'll rest up this weekend, and focus on small stuff, and we'll try again Monday. Greenwick's been wonderful with doing things involving the step ladder and/or lots of lifting. I'm trying to do things involving sorting and more sitting on the floor. I had to throw out all the character diaries, sheets, etc.. from my long 8th century generational campaign, including the last of Skye's old sheets. I also threw out my teaching portfolio stuff. we just don't have room for masses of paper. It was still hard letting it all go.
It's already hard to navigate, especially in the living room. At this point, I'm willing to start ferrying boxes and bags just to get them out of the way, even though it's much harder to unpack if the furniture isn't in place first. If I had a car, that's what I'd be doing. It's turned out the offers of help were short loans of cars, not lifters, and I'm getting scared. Monday I'll call the last number to see if they will help. If not, maybe we can borrow a vehicle from Arsen's friends for ferrying boxes. The list of things needing doing Monday is already dizzying. This would be so much easier with more sleep. I keep forgetting things, I'm so tired. I'm really worried I'm going to drop a major ball. Gah!
I did no autoclaving as too much else was going on and that's a recipe for second degree burns. I still haven't sorted out ebay listings, since I don't touch that when I'm this tired. Too much room for monumental errors in the listings.
* I'm such a muppet. With everything that's happened since September, I'd forgotten Orycon in the shuffle until Joy contacted me to firm up our travel plans. *facepalm* I will miss you all. Lift a glass to me, okay? It's the first I will have missed since I started going way back in the early '90's.
* Thanks to kireishoji for her help.
* For the record, I am okay with prayers, good thoughts, whatever. I am Buddhist, but I'm okay with other people's practices. I know y'all are unlikely to send proselytizing stuff to my inbox. (I got some today from some of my Mother's extended acquaintance, and that, I am uncomfortable with, which is why I'm mentioning it.) I'm cool with "You are in my prayers," with details or attempts to convert, not so much. I don't have energy to work out diplomatic responses just now, and the half hour I just spent trying to be polite is a half hour I didn't spend winding down for sleep. (I am gentle with fragile elderly ladies. I know, I know, I'm generally an asshole, but I grew up respecting my elders and I generally give anyone over sixty five a pass on all sorts of things I wouldn't put up with from contemporaries, mostly because they generally mean well, and explaining stuff can get really hard).
I think it says something about my day that I didn't even get to check email until 12:30 AMish.