September 20th, 2001


Miscellaneous Personal Announcements

1. I have fallen in love with Nadine.

2. If I can't even get one single person to respond to my plea for pledges of self-love (two entries back), I shall go into total hibernation for the rest of the winter out of inability to face such a depressing world. Somebody please come through and salvage my sanity.

3. Q is an extremely interesting recent addition to my friends list. Everybody should go visit him. For some reason, though, all comments exchanged between him and me so far have been about sex; so next time you want to have an interesting discussion about your sexual habits, be sure to invite him, or you'll miss out on a lot. (And please invite me too, because if I can't participate in it at least I should get to talk about it sometimes.)

4. My mailbox is full of about 6 unread comments from Brenna, who I've been having a somewhat argumentative discussion with about pacifism. Brenna, I haven't read any of your latest comments yet because I haven't had the energy yet. I'll get around to it by the weekend though; I haven't forgotten. I just needed a few days' rest.

5. Since every single radio station except one on the entire FM dial is devoting their morning show to ridiculing and viciously condemning pacifists, I've now been reduced to listening to the same radio station I used to when I was twelve. It's easy listening, lots of Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons. It's getting a bit too much for me but you have no idea how hard it is to work on the extraordinarily monotonous task I've been assigned to at work this week unless I have some kind of noise to distract me from it. And see, this particular radio station doesn't have a morning show at all, they just play music and nothing else, and Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons never insult me. (They merely nauseate me a bit, when I'm exposed to such prolonged doses as this.)
  • Current Music
    um, I think this one is Whitney Houston . . . ?

Darth Vader Has Bought Out My Apartment Complex


So yesterday when I was getting my mail from my neatly numbered little brass mailbox outside the rental office, I happened to notice a sign saying "Mailboxes will be painted Thursday afternoon." I thought this was a little odd since the mailboxes are metal and there's no apparent reason why the metal should be covered up with paint. But I just calmly got my mail anyway and went about my day as usual.

Today I came home and had forgotten all about the sign until I turned the corner and caught sight of the mailboxes. Every single one of them has been painted over in solid shiny black. I walked into the mailbox area and was surrounded on all sides by rows and rows of shiny black metal boxes, like the Borg had set up home there or Darth Vader had turned the mailbox area into his home.

I already knew that whoever chooses color schemes for this apartment complex was insane, because of the purple trim the place had when I moved in (they've since painted over that, alas - half the reason I moved in was for the fun of living in a place that camp looking) and the fluorescent green front doors they gave us all last year (we're still stuck with those and yes, it is freaky looking). But every time they paint something new, the effect just keeps getting stranger.
  • Current Music
    occasional AIM rings

How to Make a Stylish Drag Outfit on 68 Cents or Less

So I was at the grocery store today and they had a sale on these things, these big wads of brightly colored plastic netting, I forgot what they called them, shower scrubbers or something like that. I looked at them and thought, "I have absolutely no need of a shower scrubber but what a lovely shade of lavender this plastic netting is!" and it was only like $0.68 so I decided the lovely lavender netting would be mine, no matter that I had no idea what I'd ever do with it. And I got home and took it out of the grocery bag and started fondling it (um . . . that sounds vaguely perverted but it is what I was doing) and I got hold of the little white string at the center that held the netting into its little ball, and I pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and suddenly all at once the whole 25 feet of lovely lavender plastic netting came spilling out free and untethered.

How many balls of lavender plastic netting have you liberated today?

So anyway, now I have this incredibly long length of lovely lavender plastic netting, longer than any feather boa and twice as fluorescent, so I wrapped it all around and around myself and it looks ever so stylish, just like taffeta or chiffon. Well, at least, it looks just like taffeta or chiffon to me, because I took my glasses off.

. . .

Update: This News Just In!

Embryomystic finally joined my mailing list like I've been trying to get him to do for months! And look, I'm already conveniently dressed up to celebrate!

::dances around ecstatically::

::gets dizzy::

::trips on trailing lavender plastic netting::


::collapses in a big writhing happy lavender heap::
  • Current Music
    Macy Gray: "Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak"

Am I Canadian?

A few minutes ago a Canadian member of my Queerchoice Mailing List emailed me to ask if I'm secretly a closet Canadian because the pacifist opinions I expressed sounded very Canadian to him. This is what I wrote back:
"Well, my little brother has claimed for years that he's a Canadian, ever since he was about 5 years old in fact, and now he's 21. Personally, I was never satisfied enough with Canada and I insisted instead, ever since *I* was about 5 years old, that I'm from the planet Pluto. But hey, my brother and I were born in the same hospital so I guess if he's Canadian then I must be Canadian too. Or maybe we're both right, and we're both Canadian AND from the planet Pluto, and Canada is actually located ON the planet Pluto.

For the record, I really have absolutely no idea why my brother has always claimed to be Canadian; he's just kind of weird that way. And he likes red maple leaves, I think."
  • Current Music
    Macy Gray: "The Letter"