Alley alley oxen free, it's national coming out day. For anyone who somehow missed the last several of these, I am queer and/or bisexual and/or genderfluid, even, depending on the day. It doesn't come up that often on the outside, but it's an inextricable part of who I am, what I do, how I got here, and how I think.
I had a flying dream that was more like a fancy outdoor resort X Nights into Dreams than anything to do with birds or angels..... and woke up 9 hours later with very tired arms. Brains are funny. Dream was more than worth it though.
I've been thinking about it, and some of the most interesting conversations I have with strangers happen when they say, "Well, it's like, I don't suppose you've ever read..." and then I actually have read whatever it is. I suspect this to be one of the many many reasons I read so much.
FF ate my very old ani difranco lyrics thread and I am Resting Up, which as always involves a lot of ani difranco. So I am putting this here for the next time I want it. Feel free to chime in with whatever ani lyrics you want, before that. (You can chime in with other things, but I will ignore them. Unless they are too awesome to ignore.)
Auckland is REALLY COOL and they have the best aquarium ever. I walked under sharks and manta rays. Now, I'm about to get on a bus! And go to Wellington! And visit a friend, and play in Zealandia and the Weta Cave and Te Papa (museum). Then I will ride back to Auckland on a TRAIN WITH AN OPEN VIEWING CAR. *so excited* Trains are the best.
I just fixed our electronic stapler by taking it apart and LITERALLY getting rid of a bug in the circuitboard. (It was a 3/4inch beetle of some sort with pincer tails. *shudders* My coworker kilt it ded.) I may have a new favorite stapler anecdote.
Two boys, 9 to 11 years old or so, who are probably at one of my workplace's summer camps, just swaggered into the library. One said to the other, in a loud hushed whisper, "This is the place with the AWESOME MOVING SHELVES."
Slowly slowly sipping a bottle of Left Hand American Pale Ale, and reading a really really really good book (finally got around to the rest of KJ Parker's Engineer Trilogy, once I had reassurance the sequels wouldn't disappoint me; on the 2nd one now). I love my porch SO MUCH. Also it is cold and keeps promising to rain. <3.
I just brought one-handed death to a flying mosquito, even though it's barely still light enough to read out here (almost 9 pm). Apparently not having lived next to a swamp for the 2nd half of my life is not enough time away to lose the hard-won reflexes of those first 18 years on an island :D.