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Farewell, Nelson Mandela
Dec. 5th, 2013 03:41 pmThe world is a better place for your having lived in it. May your next journey be full of light and love.
My Kink Bingo Card!
Jul. 21st, 2013 08:37 pmIt's a good one this year! I don't think there's a single square I can't find something to work with. The real problem will be convincing myself that everything doesn't have to be a series, and that it's okay to write one-off smut without elaborate worldbuilding behind it.
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DOMA is DOA
Jun. 26th, 2013 08:03 am1. Obviously, I'm happy, though my joy is tempered by yesterday's evisceration of the Voting Rights Act. The craptastic legal reasoning employed by the Four Horsemen (Roberts, Scalia, Thomas, and Alito) to justify striking down Section 4 of the VRA was reversed in their dissent on the DOMA decision: "If we want to overrule Congress, it's all good; if we don't want to overrule Congress, OMGJUDISHALOVERREACH!!@!"
2. Again, I'm glad Prop 8 is dead. I'm not at all happy that it was decided on standing. In this case, Jerry Brown and the State of California were on the right side--and we'll leave the discussion over the fucked-up use of ballot initiatives to make law for another day--but I don't like the precedent of saying that if the state chooses not to defend a law in court, no one else has the recourse to do so.
3. Mail from the California Courage Campaign in my inbox: "VICTORY! Now let's leave no gay behind."
Seriously, guys? Seriously?
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID!!!
2. Again, I'm glad Prop 8 is dead. I'm not at all happy that it was decided on standing. In this case, Jerry Brown and the State of California were on the right side--and we'll leave the discussion over the fucked-up use of ballot initiatives to make law for another day--but I don't like the precedent of saying that if the state chooses not to defend a law in court, no one else has the recourse to do so.
3. Mail from the California Courage Campaign in my inbox: "VICTORY! Now let's leave no gay behind."
Seriously, guys? Seriously?
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID!!!
Ficlet: A Supreme Court Carol (1/1)
Jun. 25th, 2013 05:59 pmTitle: A Supreme Court Carol
Author: darkrose
Fandom: SCOTUS
Character: Clarence Thomas
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The stuff about Clarence Thomas falling asleep on the bench and Samuel Alito being an enormous douche is documented fact. The rest...probably isn't.
Clarence Thomas blinked and shook his head. The Court chambers were dark, the other eight chairs empty. Must have fallen asleep again--Scalia could have nudged me or something.
The Justice stretched and smiled. It had been a good couple of days. Fuck all of y'all, he thought at all of the kids who'd teased him back in Pin Point, Georgia. You all are probably on welfare, and look at "America's Blackest Child" now, you motherfuckers. No more affirmative action bullshit preferences for you; you'll have to make it like I did, with no help from anyone. And all y'all whining about voting rights can kiss my ass. That shit is so tired.
Tomorrow was looking good, too. Fuck 'em all, the fags and the dykes and all the whiny liberal motherfuckers who act like somebody owes them some shit. Jefferson wasn't talking about your sorry asses when he said "All men--that's MEN, not stupid bitches--are created equal."
Clarence grinned when he looked down at the note Sam had passed him earlier in the day, a doodle of a penis with big glasses and hair in a bun and a speech balloon saying "Blah Blah I'm Old And Ugly." Fuck that dried-up old harridan--or not. Clarence shuddered. That wasn't a mental image he needed.
Suddenly a voice came booming down, as if from heaven.
"GET OUT OF MY CHAIR."
"What? Who's that? Where the fuck's the goddamn Secret Service--off chasing tail again?"
"YOU HEARD ME, MOTHERFUCKER."
"Who is this?" Clarence looked around wildly.
"MY NAME IS THURGOOD MARSHALL, YOU DUMB FUCK, AND I'M TELLING YOU TO GET YOUR SORRY BLACK ASS OUT OF MY FUCKING CHAIR. DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE, MOTHERFUCKER."
The next morning, the headlines read, "Supreme Court Justice found dead." The cause was eventually listed as "massive heart attack", which medical officials admitted was puzzling, since the deceased had never been shown to possess such an organ.
Somewhere on an alternate plane of reality, Thurgood sighed and shook his head. "The arc of the universe bends toward justice, but sometimes justice needs a kick in the pants."
Martin nodded. "I hear you, man. I hear you."
Author: darkrose
Fandom: SCOTUS
Character: Clarence Thomas
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The stuff about Clarence Thomas falling asleep on the bench and Samuel Alito being an enormous douche is documented fact. The rest...probably isn't.
Clarence Thomas blinked and shook his head. The Court chambers were dark, the other eight chairs empty. Must have fallen asleep again--Scalia could have nudged me or something.
The Justice stretched and smiled. It had been a good couple of days. Fuck all of y'all, he thought at all of the kids who'd teased him back in Pin Point, Georgia. You all are probably on welfare, and look at "America's Blackest Child" now, you motherfuckers. No more affirmative action bullshit preferences for you; you'll have to make it like I did, with no help from anyone. And all y'all whining about voting rights can kiss my ass. That shit is so tired.
Tomorrow was looking good, too. Fuck 'em all, the fags and the dykes and all the whiny liberal motherfuckers who act like somebody owes them some shit. Jefferson wasn't talking about your sorry asses when he said "All men--that's MEN, not stupid bitches--are created equal."
Clarence grinned when he looked down at the note Sam had passed him earlier in the day, a doodle of a penis with big glasses and hair in a bun and a speech balloon saying "Blah Blah I'm Old And Ugly." Fuck that dried-up old harridan--or not. Clarence shuddered. That wasn't a mental image he needed.
Suddenly a voice came booming down, as if from heaven.
"GET OUT OF MY CHAIR."
"What? Who's that? Where the fuck's the goddamn Secret Service--off chasing tail again?"
"YOU HEARD ME, MOTHERFUCKER."
"Who is this?" Clarence looked around wildly.
"MY NAME IS THURGOOD MARSHALL, YOU DUMB FUCK, AND I'M TELLING YOU TO GET YOUR SORRY BLACK ASS OUT OF MY FUCKING CHAIR. DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE, MOTHERFUCKER."
The next morning, the headlines read, "Supreme Court Justice found dead." The cause was eventually listed as "massive heart attack", which medical officials admitted was puzzling, since the deceased had never been shown to possess such an organ.
Somewhere on an alternate plane of reality, Thurgood sighed and shook his head. "The arc of the universe bends toward justice, but sometimes justice needs a kick in the pants."
Martin nodded. "I hear you, man. I hear you."
NOW I DED FROM SQUEE
May. 28th, 2013 04:24 pmI will post the pictures later, but right now, I have to share my first squee in ages:
Jason Isaacs, how are you so awesome!
The article is mostly stuff he's said before, although I didn't know he's living in Santa Monica these days. But the pictures! Including a picture of ONE YEAR OLD BABY JASON!
Jason Isaacs, how are you so awesome!
The article is mostly stuff he's said before, although I didn't know he's living in Santa Monica these days. But the pictures! Including a picture of ONE YEAR OLD BABY JASON!
The future of America, folks
May. 16th, 2013 03:15 pmAn actual call I just took:
Me: What's the error message?
Student: I don't know, it said to call you guys or some shit.
Me:...
Me: Can you read me the specific text of the shit in question?
Student: Hold on, I have to go get my computer.
Me: Wait--you're calling us and you're not even at your computer? Why don't you call us back when you actually have the site up?
Student: It's right here, you don't have to be so rude.
Me: What's the error message?
Student: I don't know, it said to call you guys or some shit.
Me:...
Me: Can you read me the specific text of the shit in question?
Student: Hold on, I have to go get my computer.
Me: Wait--you're calling us and you're not even at your computer? Why don't you call us back when you actually have the site up?
Student: It's right here, you don't have to be so rude.
About an hour ago, someone knocked on our door. It was the police. Apparently, our car was stolen and found somewhere in the north part of town. Ruth had just gone to sleep, and when I woke her to ask where the keys were, we realized that her purse was missing.
I'm guessing that someone came in early this evening, when we were both asleep. It's highly likely that we didn't lock up after the pizza guy game, and someone tried the door, found it was open, realized that there were people here and just grabbed Ruth's purse and the car keys.
The good news is that the car is undamaged, and they found the driver with it. The other good news is that the only strange charge on Ruth's card was $9.50 at Jack in the Box.
Not surprisingly, I'm kind of freaked out.
I'm guessing that someone came in early this evening, when we were both asleep. It's highly likely that we didn't lock up after the pizza guy game, and someone tried the door, found it was open, realized that there were people here and just grabbed Ruth's purse and the car keys.
The good news is that the car is undamaged, and they found the driver with it. The other good news is that the only strange charge on Ruth's card was $9.50 at Jack in the Box.
Not surprisingly, I'm kind of freaked out.
RIP Roger Ebert
Apr. 4th, 2013 12:46 pmRoger Ebert was a fixture in my life for a very long time. I read his reviews in the Sun-Times almost from the time I could read. I watched him on "Sneak Previews" with the late Gene Siskel. I was even lucky enough to work at the Sun-Times when he was there. Even though he was a celebrated critic and I was an editorial assistant intern, he would always speak to me when we passed in the hall, asking me about my college plans. Occasionally, he'd put out free tickets for movies he wasn't going to review; I took advantage of that at least once.
I stopped going to movies much after I moved west for the second time, so I didn't pay much attention to reviews. I was shocked when I learned about his battles with cancer. From then on a had him on the Twitter feed I rarely check, and I'd occasionally visit his blog, because he was still a funny, insightful guy. I can honestly say the world is poorer for his loss.
Farewell, Roger. Say hello to Gene, and may you have fun snarking at the movies forever.
ETA: What Roger said about his death, two years ago:
ETA Jr.: This piece he wrote about his wife is one of the most awesome things ever. Go. Read. Now.
I stopped going to movies much after I moved west for the second time, so I didn't pay much attention to reviews. I was shocked when I learned about his battles with cancer. From then on a had him on the Twitter feed I rarely check, and I'd occasionally visit his blog, because he was still a funny, insightful guy. I can honestly say the world is poorer for his loss.
Farewell, Roger. Say hello to Gene, and may you have fun snarking at the movies forever.
ETA: What Roger said about his death, two years ago:
I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear. I hope to be spared as much pain as possible on the approach path. I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting. My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.
ETA Jr.: This piece he wrote about his wife is one of the most awesome things ever. Go. Read. Now.
DOMA in action
Mar. 30th, 2013 04:16 pmIf Ruth and I were able to file our federal taxes jointly, we'd be getting back around $3,000.
Since I have to file singly (she doesn't file), I got $500 back from the Feds.
That's $2,500 of queer tax.
This is why I'm so often pissed off.
Since I have to file singly (she doesn't file), I got $500 back from the Feds.
That's $2,500 of queer tax.
This is why I'm so often pissed off.
I need a shower, badly. [TRIGGER WARNING]
Mar. 29th, 2013 03:01 pmBecause I once had sex with a guy who said this recently:
( Cut for someone saying fucked-up shit about rape )
( Cut for someone saying fucked-up shit about rape )
WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS???? *flails*
Mar. 26th, 2013 01:28 pm(Short Answer: Because I've been in hiding for six months, duh.)
Gideon Emery is on Teen Wolf??
Shit, this means I'm going to have to start watching it. I don't suppose any of y'all can give me a "Teen Wolf in 30 Seconds" rundown?
Gideon Emery is on Teen Wolf??
Shit, this means I'm going to have to start watching it. I don't suppose any of y'all can give me a "Teen Wolf in 30 Seconds" rundown?
My doctor had me do a fasting blood glucose test, and apparently I've got early diabetes.
I'm kind of freaking out. It's not that surprising, given that my mother had type 2 diabetes, but it's all tied up with body image and years of being told "If you don't lose weight you're going to get diabetes," so it feels like a personal failing.
I'm kind of freaking out. It's not that surprising, given that my mother had type 2 diabetes, but it's all tied up with body image and years of being told "If you don't lose weight you're going to get diabetes," so it feels like a personal failing.
2012: So, that happened.
Dec. 31st, 2012 05:33 pmSomewhere around November, I realized what's been behind my utter lack of motivation. Although I haven't had many crying jags or complete inability to get out of bed, I've been dealing with low-level depression for a while. It wasn't as bad as it has been, and there's nothing in particular that's triggered it, so it didn't register with me as depression. I suppose I'll try to get off my ass and make an appointment with the new shrink; I probably need my meds adjusted.
Anyway, hopefully I can get that done, and 2013 will be better for me. May it be a good year for all of you.
Anyway, hopefully I can get that done, and 2013 will be better for me. May it be a good year for all of you.
RIP Daniel Inouye (1924-2012)
Dec. 18th, 2012 01:27 pmAs a political junkie from an early age, it's going to feel wrong when the next Senate term begins without Daniel Inouye.
He was a certified badass. Dude gets shot in the stomach, keeps running forward, has his right arm shattered by gunfire, pries the grenade out of his right hand using his left, and throws it, then keeps running and shooting one-handed until he passes out.
He also said this to Oliver North: "Vigilance abroad does not require us to abandon our ideals or the rule of law at home. On the contrary, without our principles and without our ideals, we have little that is special or worthy to defend." This man, who was labeled an "enemy alien" by his own government, understood patriotism far better than many who take their Americanness for granted. The man who voted against the Defense of Marriage Act and for repealing Don't Ask. Don't Tell knew that when some Americans are less equal than others, we are all diminished.
Aloha, Senator. You will be missed.
He was a certified badass. Dude gets shot in the stomach, keeps running forward, has his right arm shattered by gunfire, pries the grenade out of his right hand using his left, and throws it, then keeps running and shooting one-handed until he passes out.
He also said this to Oliver North: "Vigilance abroad does not require us to abandon our ideals or the rule of law at home. On the contrary, without our principles and without our ideals, we have little that is special or worthy to defend." This man, who was labeled an "enemy alien" by his own government, understood patriotism far better than many who take their Americanness for granted. The man who voted against the Defense of Marriage Act and for repealing Don't Ask. Don't Tell knew that when some Americans are less equal than others, we are all diminished.
Aloha, Senator. You will be missed.
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Dec. 14th, 2012 03:17 pmI can't take the news any more; I just can't.
Since I can't crawl under my desk, I'm going to spend the rest of the day looking at pictures of cute kittens.
Since I can't crawl under my desk, I'm going to spend the rest of the day looking at pictures of cute kittens.
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Nov. 22nd, 2012 09:25 pmI am thankful that this election, my country inched forward toward what I hope we can be, rather than backwards to what I fear we are becoming.
I am thankful that I have a job that I don't hate, and that I work with guys who may not always get it, but are willing to learn.
I'm thankful for Ogdred and Alistair until the next pair of headphones that's destroyed or glass of milk that's knocked off the nightstand. No, seriously, they're sweethearts and I love them.
I am thankful for my family, both by blood and by choice--you know who you are.
I am thankful that I live in a place with lots of amazing food, and that I can take advantage of that.
I am thankful for the internet.
But most of all, this year I'm thankful that I'm not on crutches!
I am thankful that I have a job that I don't hate, and that I work with guys who may not always get it, but are willing to learn.
I'm thankful for Ogdred and Alistair until the next pair of headphones that's destroyed or glass of milk that's knocked off the nightstand. No, seriously, they're sweethearts and I love them.
I am thankful for my family, both by blood and by choice--you know who you are.
I am thankful that I live in a place with lots of amazing food, and that I can take advantage of that.
I am thankful for the internet.
But most of all, this year I'm thankful that I'm not on crutches!
Slowly but surely, clues happen.
Sep. 27th, 2012 10:02 pmMy co-worker apologized profusely. As I expected, it simply hadn't occurred to him that the resident office dyke might be upset. I was amused to note that his girlfriend had asked him if bringing in Chik-fil-A might piss me off, which was when the light bulb started to sputter.
The guys I work with are smart and funny. They're also straight (to the best of my knowledge), white with one exception, male, and healthy. Most of them have never worked in the private sector. It's not surprising that they're soaking in privilege. I just wasn't in the mood to break out the clue stick today,
The guys I work with are smart and funny. They're also straight (to the best of my knowledge), white with one exception, male, and healthy. Most of them have never worked in the private sector. It's not surprising that they're soaking in privilege. I just wasn't in the mood to break out the clue stick today,
We had a potluck today at work, sort of as a "we've just worked 11 days straight and have one to go" pick-me-up. And one of the guys brought in a platter of chicken minis from Chik-fil-A.
And I'm really fucking pissed. Because it's one thing to eat it yourself, but when you bring it into an official fucking work function, when one of your co-workers is a member of the fucking group that is the target of these people, it's like, way to be a fucking asshole, dude. Why don't you bring in food from someplace that donates to the Klan, while you're at it?
I know intellectually that these guys are soaking in straight white male privilege, and don't realize that Chik-fil-A donates to groups who want to put me in a fucking concentration camp. But it's not a fucking joke, or ironic and edgy to me. And maybe I shouldn't be surprised that they don't get it. And I'm exhausted and cranky because of this stupid schedule. Later, I'll be disappointed.
Right now, I'm just fucking pissed.
ETA: Apparently when I left the trailer to go scream in my car, the co-worker in question said, "I think I screwed up." No shit, really?
And I'm really fucking pissed. Because it's one thing to eat it yourself, but when you bring it into an official fucking work function, when one of your co-workers is a member of the fucking group that is the target of these people, it's like, way to be a fucking asshole, dude. Why don't you bring in food from someplace that donates to the Klan, while you're at it?
I know intellectually that these guys are soaking in straight white male privilege, and don't realize that Chik-fil-A donates to groups who want to put me in a fucking concentration camp. But it's not a fucking joke, or ironic and edgy to me. And maybe I shouldn't be surprised that they don't get it. And I'm exhausted and cranky because of this stupid schedule. Later, I'll be disappointed.
Right now, I'm just fucking pissed.
ETA: Apparently when I left the trailer to go scream in my car, the co-worker in question said, "I think I screwed up." No shit, really?
