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sab*I* am staying in tonight, the first Saturday in AGES, and retiring to a bubble bath with my book on iPod. This being, of course, Dark Tower VII, and I've got about eight-ten hours left to go so I'm trying to let it linger (while desperately needing to know WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!). ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_maayan is off to the bar to represent, yo, take one for the team, as it were, and tell Shox that I'm wet and naked at home with no interest in anything else. *g*
Last week I was in NY for Dad's 70th birthday -- photos to come, including some highly adorable ones of baby me and babyspycookies -- and I blew off this week under the pretext of recovering from my cold and writing the Great American Screenplay about Abe Lincoln, but next week it's back to the grindstone and 40 hour weeks with the DNC. Which is fortunate if for no reason than I need the money, putting aside the great Democratic post-election ennui that needs a sharp kick in the ass. I'll keep you posted.
But mostly, mostly, I'm suffering sensory overload. I ain't built for this rockstar lifestyle, yo! THOUGH, yesterday I saw Jason for the first time in weeks -- M and J and I went out to a little middle-eastern place and sat quietly in the courtyard and drank Lebanese beer and spoke like civilized people, which was long overdue and very nice. Ostensibly the extended Jason-Chris-Elijah brigade is having brunch tomorrow at some ungodly hour, which may or may not also be calm and civilized, but it sure as hell better be if I'm waking up at 8:00 for it. But I swear, I haven't spent so many nights a week drinking since COLLEGE.pene, you would not recognize me what with all the groovin' and bar-hoppin'. I need a WEEK holed up in my room, is what.
While we're on the subject. Or not. I notice I've got some new friends since I laid the smackdown on Jason's behalf regarding his photographs of Elijah et al. Welcome welcome, there's nothing wrong with new friends, but if you're expecting me to be some sort of font of Elijah info I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I don't know Elijah terribly well yet, we only met a couple months ago through Jason and Shox, and even if I did, I'm not in the business of using this LJ to chronicle anyone's life but my own, and me, I'm just yer run-of-the-mill fangirl. It's also worthwhile to let you know that I've known Jason and Shox for YEARS, and they're both well aware of my porny fangirl habits -- and Lij et al are certainly aware of the internet's interest in them. So, y'know, keep on keeping on -- I have always endorsed a healthy fannish lifestyle, and plan to continue mine for years to come. *g*
I'm also not terribly familiar with the LOTRips fandom (everything I know I learned from my loyal henchwomanesorlehcar) but -- as I venture toward being part of canon what with this new surreal twist my life has taken, I find myself exposed to some marvelously tinhatty freaks. So, you know, if you're a freak, and you're reading this, basically as long as you don't show up at my house and throw stuff or try and harm my family we'll all get along fine. Yes? I'm not in the habit of friends-locking my LJ (I tend to use that to keep RL friends *out*, and therefore only lock it if I'm, like, bitching about my current girlfriend or boyfriend or co-worker or boss) and I don't wanna, but maybe I'm just being stupid. Seriously -- is anyone out there plotting to harm me or my family? If I friends-locked this journal, would that PROTECT me or my family? spycookies, are you afraid of tinhats harming you or Beanie? And -- world at large -- do you think I'm being stupid? Am I putting myself in danger? How dangerous ARE these LOTRips people?
In conclusion, a kitten, thanks totzikeh, and I am off off off to the Dark Tower and a bubble bath for mon peau sensible!
(Meanwhile,likethesun, gamesiplay, whatever hat you're wearing, and septicemic [purveyor of fine icons everywhere], go have lunch together on my behalf and I'll buy you both dessert and I'll even text-message your cell phones while you're there so I can participate in the festivities.)
_maayan is off to the bar to represent, yo, take one for the team, as it were, and tell Shox that I'm wet and naked at home with no interest in anything else. *g*Last week I was in NY for Dad's 70th birthday -- photos to come, including some highly adorable ones of baby me and baby
spycookies -- and I blew off this week under the pretext of recovering from my cold and writing the Great American Screenplay about Abe Lincoln, but next week it's back to the grindstone and 40 hour weeks with the DNC. Which is fortunate if for no reason than I need the money, putting aside the great Democratic post-election ennui that needs a sharp kick in the ass. I'll keep you posted.But mostly, mostly, I'm suffering sensory overload. I ain't built for this rockstar lifestyle, yo! THOUGH, yesterday I saw Jason for the first time in weeks -- M and J and I went out to a little middle-eastern place and sat quietly in the courtyard and drank Lebanese beer and spoke like civilized people, which was long overdue and very nice. Ostensibly the extended Jason-Chris-Elijah brigade is having brunch tomorrow at some ungodly hour, which may or may not also be calm and civilized, but it sure as hell better be if I'm waking up at 8:00 for it. But I swear, I haven't spent so many nights a week drinking since COLLEGE.
pene, you would not recognize me what with all the groovin' and bar-hoppin'. I need a WEEK holed up in my room, is what. While we're on the subject. Or not. I notice I've got some new friends since I laid the smackdown on Jason's behalf regarding his photographs of Elijah et al. Welcome welcome, there's nothing wrong with new friends, but if you're expecting me to be some sort of font of Elijah info I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I don't know Elijah terribly well yet, we only met a couple months ago through Jason and Shox, and even if I did, I'm not in the business of using this LJ to chronicle anyone's life but my own, and me, I'm just yer run-of-the-mill fangirl. It's also worthwhile to let you know that I've known Jason and Shox for YEARS, and they're both well aware of my porny fangirl habits -- and Lij et al are certainly aware of the internet's interest in them. So, y'know, keep on keeping on -- I have always endorsed a healthy fannish lifestyle, and plan to continue mine for years to come. *g*
I'm also not terribly familiar with the LOTRips fandom (everything I know I learned from my loyal henchwoman
esorlehcar) but -- as I venture toward being part of canon what with this new surreal twist my life has taken, I find myself exposed to some marvelously tinhatty freaks. So, you know, if you're a freak, and you're reading this, basically as long as you don't show up at my house and throw stuff or try and harm my family we'll all get along fine. Yes? I'm not in the habit of friends-locking my LJ (I tend to use that to keep RL friends *out*, and therefore only lock it if I'm, like, bitching about my current girlfriend or boyfriend or co-worker or boss) and I don't wanna, but maybe I'm just being stupid. Seriously -- is anyone out there plotting to harm me or my family? If I friends-locked this journal, would that PROTECT me or my family? spycookies, are you afraid of tinhats harming you or Beanie? And -- world at large -- do you think I'm being stupid? Am I putting myself in danger? How dangerous ARE these LOTRips people?In conclusion, a kitten, thanks to
tzikeh, and I am off off off to the Dark Tower and a bubble bath for mon peau sensible!(Meanwhile,
likethesun, gamesiplay, whatever hat you're wearing, and septicemic [purveyor of fine icons everywhere], go have lunch together on my behalf and I'll buy you both dessert and I'll even text-message your cell phones while you're there so I can participate in the festivities.)
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Date: 2004-11-16 12:56 am (UTC)*waves hi as well*
Friend of Eso, here. Fangirl, oh yes. But dammit, I wanna pick your POLITICAL brain! You need to tell me how I can do something of fvalue and action down here in Texas, or at least point me to someone down here ;)
I am not the least bit tinny. I don't care who sleeps with whom, as long as everyone's getting what they want, me included. But yes, fangirl. (Well, aging fangirl - though I swear that fangirling, fic reading and writing, and squeeing keeps one young)
I also really like that you write DS9 - aka The Best Trek Ever. It shows you have good taste.
And the kitty is adorable, but I'll counter it with a puppy. Because there is NOTHING in this world that can't be made at least bearable with a dachshund puppy:
Anyway, we share some interests and LJ friends, too.
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:21 am (UTC)You should first investigate moveon.org and see what they're doing in your area. Then track down Democratic local candidates in your area and call their offices and see if they need volunteers. Write letters to your congresspeople and media outlets about issues of current legislation -- that is to say, don't worry about saving the whales this month, but if you want to weigh in on, say, Condoleeza Rice replacing Colin Powell, that's a good thing to voice an opinion about. This is also an important year to help pro-choice organizations gear up for the coming supreme court fight -- talk to Planned Parenthood and NARAL and see if they need workers or volunteers too. Um. Then report back to me. *g*
Get good news at www.truthout.org among other places, too.
Nice Puppy!!
Date: 2004-11-17 09:40 am (UTC)Mkay, these sites might not all be er....*useful* but they are good places to vent and chill :)
http://www.evilgopbastards.com/
http://blackboxvoting.org/
http://www.smirkingchimp.com/
http://www.sorryeverybody.com/
and am hesitant about Moveon. Hung with them, worked a bit and sent cash yet they really pushed Moore's film and in retrospect I think his over the top F 9/11 did little to garner votes and some damage in pushing people away. I think it was impressive of him to try get the info out there - he didn't need to turn it into satire. It should have stood on its own, without his constant grandstanding to detract from the horror of the facts.
My 2 cents anyway.
Support NARAL, save our bodies from Bush playing God.
~NaT