Cats update

Jul. 23rd, 2017 03:33 am
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He's being a terrible Dory again. (Sung to the tune of 'I'm telling a terrible story' from The Pirates of Penzance.) This time his evidence exculpatory is that I won't let him use the indoor swimming pool. (No, not the sink. And I don't have a bathtub.)

So he learned to turn the lever sort of door handles and also swing on them in such a way that he can open an outward opening door from the outside. I am pondering technological solutions. I hear there's a form of child lock that works on cats. Until then I'm leaving the lid down and putting a barrier in front of the door, but I expect that won't hold him for long.

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Jul. 21st, 2017 10:10 pm
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Ah, that feels better. Mom came downstairs to oversee me dealing with my email, and while I did that she Happened to my apartment--it's all picked up and neat, clean dishes drying in the sink, and I could pull things apart and sweep and scrub bits that really needed scrubbing. And also get the emails and paperwork done.

Talk about my Mom's employment situation, which includes talk of politics and racism )

Media I'm consuming: the Holocaust, and politics in the Balkans )

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Jul. 21st, 2017 02:12 am
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I need to get someone to sit with me and help me deal with work email, because I've reached the point of really, SERIOUSLY intending to deal with it... and achieving as much as opening my inbox in a tab, before I have to walk away from my computer for three hours to stave off a panic attack. There's not even anything that bad there! I'm just being... blah.

In better news, I had a good fannish week for once. I started a kinkmeme! ([community profile] omgsexplease)

Next week I'm going to Ottawa to visit my girlfriend, so that's nice.

my writing habits in a nutshell

Jul. 20th, 2017 06:20 pm
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Me at 18: These characters are having conversations like overwrought cyborgs in a room. Here is a complete list of everything on their shelves. Welcome to IKEA.

Me at 35: These characters are trading not-terribly-written dialogue IN THE VOID. Do not describe THE VOID. They are too terrified to move, lest they get the attention of THE VOID. Nothing actually happens. Nothing has happened for a long time. Also there are puns.
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Jul. 17th, 2017 09:09 am
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 I'm very not satisfied with who I am or the direction my life is going, but I feel stuck.  Like I've been thinking I want to quit my job but I know it's a bad idea mostly because everyone else (except Bryan) thinks it's a bad idea, but I'm so unhappy there now.  My dad says "one bad day is not a reason to quit your job" and he's totally right, but this isn't really about one bad day.  It's hard to explain without sounding whiny:  I hate the new computer system, I hate how this job so does not play to my strengths.  I hate some of my coworkers, sorry to say but it's true.  I just don't want to do it anymore.  

Basically, I want to change everything about myself.  I hate my hair, I hate how I look, I hate how I dress.  I hate how passive I am.  I just let people tell me what is right for me, and don't stand up for myself, ever.  I want to literally be someone else.  I want to be someone who wears suits and cool hats and wingtip shoes and vests and maybe neckties although I'd probably have to get clip-ons or something.  I want people to call me sir.  I want to be someone who moves through the world with confidence, who knows what they want and isn't afraid to ask for or demand it.  I want to be the person who runs my life, who does what they want and who is trusted to know what is good for them.

I am not that person.

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Jul. 15th, 2017 10:03 pm
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Tonight I watched All the President's Men with my mom, since I keep seeing references to the Watergate scandal these days and I wanted to get a better understanding of it--so many sources assume such an intimate knowledge of it that I find them hard to untangle, so seeing it in movie format made it easier to understand. I came away with two big thoughts:

1. The quote I've always heard about Watergate is, "It's not the crime, it's the coverup." Which makes sense in the specific sense of the Washington Post's investigation of Nixon--they kept uncovering facts that in themselves were completely inconsequential; what led them on was the fact that shortly after, the person who disclosed that fact would issue a terrified denial that the fact was untrue, they had never said the fact was true, they'd never heard of anyone connected to the fact, and they'd never issued a previous statement about the fact at all.

Whereas the truth I'd never quite realized is that Nixon's crimes were in fact far worse than what he did to cover them up. I grew up hearing vague explanations like "Nixon paid someone to keep quiet" or "Nixon recorded conversations" as to what the wrongdoing was--not the final, absolute fact, which was that Nixon put the government to work destroying his political opponents, and only got caught at a bare tenth of it. And I can't tell if that's because the grandparents who set the political tone of my childhood were very politically conservative, or... what. But a lot of hippie conspiracy theories seem a lot less crazy to me now.

2. Oh my god, seeing all those board rooms full of very important white men making all the decisions, seeing women continually relegated to the sidelines, only getting tiny hints of people of colour, is bizarre. That's... that's what the world used to look like. "Mona, take my calls," a reporter barks out as he dashes out to chase a lead. Is that actually Mona's job? Is Mona also a reporter, who has to chase her own leads down while being ignored and asked for coffee, Peggy-Carter-like? My god, there are still people who remember that world, who think they live there.