We're Always Proving Who We Are...

I have written three seminar papers since Sunday. I have also done all the readings for those seminar papers, which is about 300 pages. I have also gotten thoroughly frustrated by 17th century gender politics.

( Gender Opinions in the 17th Century, or How Women Got Screwed By the System )

( A conversation about societal views on cross-dressing in 17th century England (Warning for gratuitous wooga wooga fingers) )

Tomorrow, I will go to the library for some books for the 20 page paper I will research and write in the next two weeks. But I will also read Lord Tony's Wife by Emmuska Orczy (all zegeekgirl's fault) and start The Last Run, the new Q&C novel. And on Friday I'm going bead shopping. SO THERE.

I'm guessing most of you have already seen this but in case you haven't, Sonoma County, CA separated an elderly gay couple, broke their lease, auctioned off all their possessions, and left them in different nursing homes until one of them died alone. I can't even...

On a far less serious but irritating note:

Dear Sharp, makers of the new tv with "Quattron" color, you are wrong in your wrongness. You cannot "add yellow" to the spectrum of colors a tv set shows. In terms of light, yellow is not a primary color. Ergo, you already had yellow, because you make it with two of the primaries. I find your lack of science disturbing. Kthxdai, Me

I am so ill with anger. Read what Nicola Griffith has to say about a lawsuit against a Florida hospital for refusing access to a dying woman to her same-sex partner and their children and then act.

Thoughts, ramblings, and other things:

Have been plagued of late by the ethical implications of watching and by extension supporting Bionic Woman. If you're interested in my concerns and I haven't already waffled all over you, drop a comment and I'll explain further. It has to do with homophobia and actors I like.

Dreams last night were of truly spectacular scariness. End of the world, twice, my brother and two of his friends leaving our house to look after a sick dog and ending up murdered in the back of an SUV, Kara Thrace committing suicide and having her body mailed to Lee Adama. Woke up, it should not be surprising, in a cold sweat. Seriously, will someone calm my subconscious the hell down?

I will be in Seal Beach Friday night to Sunday morning making a pittance to co-kidsit a trio of children during my local Quaker church's retreat. Anyone with suggestion for things that might appeal to a) a baby, b) a very bright kindergarden age girl, c) a seven year old autistic boy, or d) any combination of the above, let me know.

I still fail at life.

ABBA Fantasista is still bouncing around in my head, I'm working on things and hope to start really writing in the next few weeks.

I'm driving again for the first time in three+ years. I think I'm more comfortable this time around, though I desperately wish I was driving my father's car (2002ish Prius) and not mine (1989ish Camry).

Slowly, my room is starting to be a living space again, which is good, I suppose.

I almost wish I played video games like Halo, the Halo 3 voice cast is so awesome. Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, and Katee the Magnificent? Way too cool.

I picked up the season premiere of Bones. They're dealing with the Illuminati. I may watch for awhile...

My grandma is 85. She wants me to house/catsit in a few week so she can go traveling again. How cool is that?