moviegoin'

Dec. 17th, 2012 12:13 pm
laylah: pine needles and a pine cone dusted with snow (all the trees in the green wood)
I went to see The Hobbit yesterday! and the vast assortment of trailers that preceded it, of course. Two of them caught my eye -- Warm Bodies looks charming even though I feel pandered to, and After Earth is one I'm definitely shelling out for. The story for AE looks pretty familiar, man-vs-hostile-wilderness, but the trailer framed it as a story whose central relationship is the father-son bond between two black men, and godDAMN does that need to make money.

A zillion years later, we got to the feature presentation! cutting everything in case of spoilers )

Overall: glad I saw it! And glad I saw it with [personal profile] subtext, who quite helpfully provided the perspective that the film version of a book you love is the filmmaker's fanon, their chance to enthuse about the things that matter most to them in the source text; you can consume it and groove on it even if you disagree with some of their conclusions.

The end. :3
laylah: a person's torso; the person wears black and has hands hooked in belt loops. the belt buckle is a silver cross. (every man a liar)
Saint Harridan is raising funds for a line of men's-styled suits that are designed to fit XX-chromosomed bodies.

I am incoherent right now about how much this means to me. I've always been of the "oh, it's just clothes" mold, and trying not to think about them any more than I had to. I'm genderqueer XX butch, with a body type that does not fit well into clothes made for XY shapes; my hips have never let me pass. Trying to shop for clothes has been an exercise in frustration, anxiety, and flat-out misery for years.

And now there's Saint Harridan. This post about their name made me wibbly when I first saw it, and now the kickstarter has me in tears.

Because this project, these clothes, say to me, Yes, you are allowed to be what you are. Yes, you deserve the chance to be stylish and fancy. You don't have to choose between physical discomfort and emotional discomfort to dress up.

If you can afford to kick them a few bucks, please do.
laylah: a cup of coffee with a heart clearly drawn in the foam (delicious love)
In a month or two when the rent keeps happening and I'm not getting paid, I'm sure I'll be more sorry about unemployment. But right this minute, honestly, it feels like such a relief to have time, at last. I've wanted to have time for myself for years.

And I'm not even entirely fucking off with it! Yeah, there's some Skyrim in the evenings (my dunmer is almost to level 50, you guys! she stopped the civil war and now she's chasing down the betrayer of the thieves' guild!), but I'm also settling in to be my own project manager:



Also, I'm the kind of boss who lets my employees use the internet at work. Aw yis.

well.

Nov. 8th, 2012 04:48 pm
laylah: a person's torso; the person wears black and has hands hooked in belt loops. the belt buckle is a silver cross. (every man a liar)
Lost my job today.

I'm...okay in the short term; I've been living below my means for a while, so I have enough of a cushion that I don't need to worry about being suddenly homeless in the winter. Here's to hoping I can find something within a reasonable amount of time.

...I'd been pining for some time off for so long, too. I just wish it weren't this expensive.

Obligatory

Nov. 6th, 2012 07:15 am
laylah: an illustration from  Through the Looking Glass: a black kitten pawing at a ball of yarn. (Default)
If you live in the US, please vote today.

...And more selfishly, if you live in Washington State, please vote to approve Ref. 74.

(The church up the street from my apartment has an electronic message sign that currently reads, "We affirm the dignity and the rights of all people. Marriage, however, should not be redefined." Gotta say, I like the first sentence a lot better than the second.)
laylah: an illustration from  Through the Looking Glass: a black kitten pawing at a ball of yarn. (Default)
The most frustrating thing about being sick -- I wanted to say "the worst thing," but no, there are plenty of worse things -- the most frustrating thing is the way it just shuts down my ability to brain. I picked up another cold on the plane on the way home from VA. Between that and traveling, I think I've written about 1.5k in the last week. FAR from ideal.

Still, I think actually I might have been doing some helpful research (I'm going to tell myself that, anyway). The book I finished reading yesterday, K.J. Parker's The Company, did a really good job of modeling how to write "dreary routine punctuated by minor disasters," which is after all what a lot of surviving-harsh-environment narratives are about. Maybe I can apply that to making some good progress this weekend.
laylah: an illustration from  Through the Looking Glass: a black kitten pawing at a ball of yarn. (Default)
Heading back east this weekend for the memorial service for my grandfather. (Condolences not really necessary; we were never close, as his relationship with my mother was difficult at best. But he was still her dad, and I want to be there for her.)

Loaded up my kindle and charged all the electronics last night (top of the reading heap: Santuario by G.B. Gordon, which I was looking forward to enough to preorder). I'm hoping I can make some good progress on both reading and writing fronts during the flights, which are ~5 hours in each direction. That should be enough off-the-internet-now-focus time to get some things done, I hope.

This morning: pack bags, snuggle the cats a little extra, have coffee and breakfast, clean cat box, depart on a bus-train-plane-rental car adventure that will, late this evening, land me at [personal profile] ilyat's house. It's my first time flying since the introduction of the backscatter/patdown circus, and I'm not looking forward to that at all. Blech. Still, at the end there will be good company and quite possibly homemade tacos. That's a reward worth adventuring for, isn't it?
laylah: an illustration from  Through the Looking Glass: a black kitten pawing at a ball of yarn. (Default)
Tuesday is leafblower day at work. The guys show up every Tuesday morning from about March through the end of October and skulk around the building next door, firing noisy blasts of air through the stands of bamboo and under the landscaping shrubs. In my office we have to close the windows or it's so loud one can't hear oneself think.

There is a little irrational part of me that always pines after the apocalypse when the leafblowers are running. Surely there will be no more blaring engine noise then. ...Shortly thereafter, the rational part of me speaks up to point out there also won't be any internet, or plumbing, or medicine.

Clearly it isn't worth it. But sometimes I crave the silence of the machines all the same.

seriously.

Sep. 10th, 2012 07:13 am
laylah: an illustration from  Through the Looking Glass: a black kitten pawing at a ball of yarn. (Default)
Also yesterday my snake bit me. I am really hoping today will be the start of a shift in my general luck.

(I'm fine, and it was my fault; I reached into his tank at feeding time because I was worried about some shed skin caught at the corner of his mouth. He has a brain the size of a pea and tracks food largely by sensing temperature, so a moving warm thing is obviously for biting. I, on the other hand, have a brain that weighs more than he does and can process consequences. I should have known better.)

The weather has suddenly decided we're changing seasons, so perhaps it will be a good change in my personal universe.
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