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* There was another government massacre in Syria today, but I missed the casualty figures.

* Today, Rick Perry, while still in favor of arresting gay men for consensual sex in their own homes and making twelve year olds carry rape babies, announced he is okay with giving medical attention to women with ectopic pregnancies. It's nice to know there is a line somewhere.

* Newt Gingrich wants you to know that when Acorn does it, it's an illegal criminal fraud conspiracy that should be investigated and punished, but when his campaign does the exact same thing, it's an innocent mistake. Riiiiiight. Look, you pay folks to collect signatures on petitions, some are going to come back fake. That's human nature and it's impossible to check every single name and address. Having a double standard where if an organization that's majority POC it's an evil criminal conspiracy and if it's a majority white organization it's an innocent mistake is pretty fucked up. Can we all just be grown ups and except that this always happens with petition drives?

* I got polled today. It looked like a genuine poll, rather than a push poll. It looked to be checking Gov. Gregoire's popularity and a couple ballot measures being floated. It even let me say the top two things I want the legislature to focus on. (My answer 1. Releasing the money they owe teaches and stop resisting the court orders. 2. Infrastructure). They also gave a list of arguments against the death penalty, including one of the two I find most compelling: inequality in application (IE: systemic racism in the process). (The other being all the folks freed by forensics. I simply can't approve of a government executing people who are neither caught in the act or convicted on compelling forensics evidence.

Most amusing moment? At the end of the call when she was collecting demographics they got to highest level of education. I mentioned my Master's degrees, and she said, "I can tell."

* Apparently since I last used the bus system they stopped doing transfers, which means my trip up to Cordata tomorrow will coast four dollars, and the one next week will cost six. Before they ended transfers, both trips would have cost a dollar or at most two, if my appointment went long. Way to screw over folks too poor to buy passes, Bellingham. After all, only rich folk use the bus system, right?

* No word from the cops on the car or from insurance. So I do not know what we're going to do just yet. There's been an offer of a loan to buy another junker, but Squirrel's handling that and isn't making any decisions until we find out what, if anything, insurance is doing.

* Greenwick was kind enough to bring my meds. This saves me twenty dollars, as I have to start paying copays again on the first. He worked on some more electronic stuff and I unpacked more boxes. We mostly talked about Korea, but also a project he's starting that sounds very cool. Amoung the things unpacked were photo albums and momentos my sister sent. I haven't the heart to look through them yet, with my Mother's absence like a missing limb, but they are now on the designated shelf for later. In the boxes also were some framed photos: my Uncle's graduation photo, the last picture of my Mother and I together, my mother's favorite photo of Skye and I, a drawing by my mother's glorious and infamous Aunts.

* Squirrel heroically carried litter all the way back from the store this morning. This is good, as the black cats are both picky and Butt will use any excuse to "think outside the box." *ahem* Luckily, he picked something I was sending to Goodwill, rather than something I cared about this time.

* I just realized that not only were half our cleaning supplies still in the car but also my irreplaceable metal Singer sewing machine I inherited from Grammy. Fuck!

* Considering Mache's issues with the living room layout, I clearly need to get her an ottomen, poor thing.

* I worked out another thing really bugging me about the Gale series from yesterday, but to explain it, I must mention some huge Book 1, The Enchantment Emporium spoilers. ( My feminism is showing: )

I think I just put my finger on the rest of what's making me itch here. I wonder what they will say on Fangs for the Fantasy?

* Slatebreakers YA favorites list: http://slatebreakers.com/2011/12/29/best-of-2011-our-favorite-young-adult-titles/

* This looks charming: http://slatebreakers.com/2011/12/13/shakespeare-week-review-all-men-of-genius-by-lev-ac-rosen/

* Pretty David Tennent pix: http://neo-prodigy.livejournal.com/1043173.html?style=mine#cutid1

* Bwahahaha! http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/15008464544/al-hazel-i-didnt-realize-how-much-i-wanted

* Sher-chocs! http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/14973790103/brothermycroft-i-dont-usually-like-puns-but

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* During a government massacre in several locations today, one of the heroes that has been filming the murders was killed by a sniper. He was twenty four and clearly a great loss for his country. There was a heartbreaking obituary on CNN, but it didn't seem to be posted yet. I will try to find it later.

* Greenwick, our north Korea expert, on "Kim Jong Eun and the Mourning Period.": http://greenwick.livejournal.com/80375.html

* The autodialer is on day three of harassment. (Last night they called several times during the day and every hour from 5-9). It's nearly always ring and hang up. The one time I caught a human, it turned out to be not even for me. Me telling them that didn't stop them calling me at 9 and 10 AM. I'd just managed to get back to sleep after the first one, so it was impossible to get back to sleep after the second, especially with the boys taking turns howling. After all, the last thing I needed was hardly any sleep, so they did that, knowing full fucking well, I'm not the person they are looking for.

If a human person did this is would be harassment. Because it's a corporate "person" there is no stopping them, since the "Do not call list" turns out to only cover me, not calls to other people who don't use my phone, and the rights of corporate "people" always trump the rights of mere human beings.

* Today was terrible. I left the apartment with plenty of time, but ran into the landlord, so I ended up missing the bus by less than a minute, as in, I could see the bus at the stop, but couldn't get across with the traffic in time. (The landlord said they tried to steal two more cars from the lot his week. It's suspected to be a gang of joy riders from the high school rather than a chop shop operation. The question is, will they know that the vintage sewing machine is extremely expensive and hockable, and had Squirrel put it in the trunk or just meant to put it in the trunk). As a result, I had to hike to the other side to catch a 107 toward the end of it's loop. (It was that or spend an hour in the chill wind off the bay waiting for the next 105. It occurs to me those assholes have my handicapped placard too. They deliberately picked a car clearly belonging to an impoverished disabled person instead of one of the nicer more expensive car in the lot. What kind of waste of skin do you have to be to steal from someone you know can't afford it)? The 107 turned out to have a tight connection with the 15. Unfortunately, it's a pretty ugly hike to the office I needed to got to. These distances would have been nothing to me before I got sick, but they are brutal with all the spine and hip damage, especially in this weather. I turned in the stuff needed turning in, except the two I forgot and will have to take them next week. Then the ugly hike back. The attendant suggested a different bus as it cut within two blocks of the library. his was good as I hadn't much leg left by then. Unfortunately, the walk from the library to the bus terminal was about the same amount of walking I'd already done. By this time, I'd just missed nearly all the buses going my way that hour, leaving the same 107 I took going out, so it was the same hike back from the 107, going back with my legs barely working and some pretty impressive pain.

I get to do this all again twice next week.

There was a cute guy my agish in a wheelchair on the last leg. He was wearing a bat man hat and three small queer indicators on his chair and person, so I tried striking up a conversation. He didn't seem interested in me, alas. I really ought to get a button or something for my lapel. It'd likely make these things easier.

* Hector is howling inconsolably because I only hand fed him three times in the twenty minutes since I got home. He just launched himself claws first at my back, as clearly, I'm not in enough pain. As soon as I can steel myself to stand up again, I'm medicating the little asshole.

* Fuck this, I'm breaking out the last of the absinthe as soon as I get it together enough to eat something.

* I caught a replay of the Glee Christmas special, so I took a chance even with limited knowledge of what the hell is going on arc-wise, mostly to see that lovely duet again on a larger. (Luckily, I'd picked up a lot from rm's writing. I have no clue about Sam, but I was okay otherwise.

The only comment I can muster is: That was quite the mix of fabulous and fail all rolled up together. O.o

* This one is so wrong it's right: http://hungoverowls.tumblr.com/post/14566660556/where-is-this-i-cant-be-here-i-need-to-be-at

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* During a government massacre several locations today, one of the heroes that has been filming the murders was killed by a sniper. He was twenty four and clearly a great loss for his country. There was a heartbreaking obituary on CNN, but it didn't seem to be posted yet. I will try to find it later.

* Greenwick, our north Korea expert, on "Kim Jong Eun and the Mourning Period.": http://greenwick.livejournal.com/80375.html

* The autodialer is on day three of harassment. (Last night they called several times during the day and every hour from 5-9). It's nearly always ring and hang up. The one time I caught a human, it turned out to be not even for me. Me telling them that didn't stop them calling me at 9 and 10 AM. I'd just managed to get back to sleep after the first one, so it was impossible to get back to sleep after the second, especially with the boys taking turns howling. After all, the last thing I needed was hardly any sleep, so they did that, knowing full fucking well, I'm not the person they are looking for.

If a human person did this is would be harassment. Because it's a corporate "person" there is no stopping them, since the "Do not call list" turns out to only cover me, not calls to other people who don't use my phone, and the rights of corporate "people" always trump the rights of mere human beings.

* Today was terrible. I left the apartment with plenty of time, but ran into the landlord, so I ended up missing the bus by less than a minute, as in, I could see the bus at the stop, but couldn't get across with the traffic in time. (The landlord said they tried to steal two more cars from the lot his week. It's suspected to be a gang of joy riders from the high school rather than a chop shop operation. The question is, will they know that the vintage sewing machine is extremely expensive and hockable, and had Squirrel put it in the trunk or just meant to put it in the trunk). As a result, I had to hike to the other side to catch a 107 toward the end of it's loop. (It was that or spend an hour in the chill wind off the bay waiting for the next 105. It occurs to me those assholes have my handicapped placard too. They deliberately picked a car clearly belonging to an impoverished disabled person instead of one of the nicer more expensive car in the lot. What kind of waste of skin do you have to be to steal from someone you know can't afford it)? The 107 turned out to have a tight connection with the 15. Unfortunately, it's a pretty ugly hike to the office I needed to got to. These distances would have been nothing to me before I got sick, but they are brutal with all the spine and hip damage, especially in this weather. I turned in the stuff needed turning in, except the two I forgot and will have to take them next week. Then the ugly hike back. The attendant suggested a different bus as it cut within two blocks of the library. his was good as I hadn't much leg left by then. Unfortunately, the walk from the library to the bus terminal was about the same amount of walking I'd already done. By this time, I'd just missed nearly all the buses going my way that hour, leaving the same 107 I took going out, so it was the same hike back from the 107, going back with my legs barely working and some pretty impressive pain.

I get to do this all again twice next week.

There was a cute guy my agish in a wheelchair on the last leg. He was wearing a bat man hat and three small queer indicators on his chair and person, so I tried striking up a conversation. He didn't seem interested in me, alas. I really ought to get a button or something for my lapel. It'd likely make these things easier.

* Hector is howling inconsolably because I only hand fed him three times in the twenty minutes since I got home. He just launched himself claws first at my back, as clearly, I'm not in enough pain. As soon as I can steel myself to stand up again, I'm medicating the little asshole.

* Fuck this, I'm breaking out the last of the absinthe as soon as I get it together enough to eat something.

* I caught a replay of the Glee Christmas special, so I took a chance even with limited knowledge of what the hell is going on arc-wise, mostly to see that lovely duet again on a larger. (Luckily, I'd picked up a lot from rm's writing. I have no clue about Sam, but I was okay otherwise.

The only comment I can muster is: That was quite the mix of fabulous and fail all rolled up together. O.o

* This one is so wrong it's right: http://hungoverowls.tumblr.com/post/14566660556/where-is-this-i-cant-be-here-i-need-to-be-at