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So...
Today, I have:
1) Bought a bus pass, and soap, and a Jack pumpkin.
2) Cut out and begun the pinning of Tote Bag #1 (Mom's, most likely)
3) Had a good, long shower (and felt much better because of it)
4) Gotten a little bit further (not yet far enough) through Chapter 32 of "Live Truly"
5) Ordered my own copies of Brazen Femme and The Wave in the Mind, because they are both excellent, and worthy of my hungry, hungry bookshelf. :-)
6) Done my laundry
7) Set my clocks back by an hour(!!!)
8) Purchased Paul's "Revolver" subscription for xmas. :-)
No lush visit, and no library-book-returning (although the latter - and, potentially, the former - can be done when I'm down town this evening for the Nano Party).
Randomly: I *really* enjoy "Run to the Hills" by Iron Maiden. It's just got such a wonderful drive to it. <*bops*>
In other news:
While at the grocery store, a woman (who had, clearly, seen me numerous times before) came up to me and said "I don't know why you always wear those boots, but they make you look fantastic".
Rather than blink at her, perplexed by the fact that she'd answered her own question in the asking, I let her ramble on until she got, inevitably, to the bit where she brought up my height.
<*sigh*>
See, I know why she doesn't understand why I wear these boots. These boots have two-inch heels and I hardly 'need' more height. (My friend, Sammy, doesn't need jewelery to make her pretty. She wears it 'cause she likes it. ;-)
It just seems so silly, the way so many people just assume that tall women don't want to be tall(er).
You wanna know why I wear knee-high boots that make me look fantastic?
Other than the obvious: "They're knee-high boots that make me look fantastic", I wear them because:
I can wear them with cotton sweat-socks, and no-one will ever know. ;-)
Hehehe. :-D
In other news:
The term 'girl-crush' has always[1] annoyed me. Why? Because it takes a perfectly acceptable statement like "I find Person X fascinating" and tags it with the desperate refrain "But I'm Still Heterosexual!!!" as thought a woman being interested in/by another woman could only ever be sexual and, incidentally, that (if it *is* sexual) it's a bad thing.
I mean, *really*. :-P
(Figures. I think Cosmo came up with that term. ;-)
However.
I do get brain-crushes.
I remember sitting on a laundry machine in first year university (in residence) some time after midnight, waiting for my laundry to dry, talking with this guy (whose name might have been Mike, or might have been Chris, but who was definitely in the English department, and lived a floor below me, and was tallish and gangly and acne-prone, and had insanely curly hair that poofed out all over his head).
We talked for hours about writing and gendered pronouns and gods-alone-remember-what-else, and I totally wanted to make out with him.
Physically attractive? Not particularly.
Mentally attractive? Goodness, yes!
I was seriously hot for his brain. :-)
Why do I bring this up?
Because, ladies and gentlemen, I have developed something of a brain-crush on Ursula K Le Guin.
My gods, she is a Genius (Genia?). :-)
<*goes to pant and sigh some more over suggestions like "Trust your story to tell itself... Then revise the hell out of it."*>
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] For a given value of 'always', anyway. I first heard the word about two years ago. But, since then, it has always annoyed me.
Today, I have:
1) Bought a bus pass, and soap, and a Jack pumpkin.
2) Cut out and begun the pinning of Tote Bag #1 (Mom's, most likely)
3) Had a good, long shower (and felt much better because of it)
4) Gotten a little bit further (not yet far enough) through Chapter 32 of "Live Truly"
5) Ordered my own copies of Brazen Femme and The Wave in the Mind, because they are both excellent, and worthy of my hungry, hungry bookshelf. :-)
6) Done my laundry
7) Set my clocks back by an hour(!!!)
8) Purchased Paul's "Revolver" subscription for xmas. :-)
No lush visit, and no library-book-returning (although the latter - and, potentially, the former - can be done when I'm down town this evening for the Nano Party).
Randomly: I *really* enjoy "Run to the Hills" by Iron Maiden. It's just got such a wonderful drive to it. <*bops*>
In other news:
While at the grocery store, a woman (who had, clearly, seen me numerous times before) came up to me and said "I don't know why you always wear those boots, but they make you look fantastic".
Rather than blink at her, perplexed by the fact that she'd answered her own question in the asking, I let her ramble on until she got, inevitably, to the bit where she brought up my height.
<*sigh*>
See, I know why she doesn't understand why I wear these boots. These boots have two-inch heels and I hardly 'need' more height. (My friend, Sammy, doesn't need jewelery to make her pretty. She wears it 'cause she likes it. ;-)
It just seems so silly, the way so many people just assume that tall women don't want to be tall(er).
You wanna know why I wear knee-high boots that make me look fantastic?
Other than the obvious: "They're knee-high boots that make me look fantastic", I wear them because:
I can wear them with cotton sweat-socks, and no-one will ever know. ;-)
Hehehe. :-D
In other news:
The term 'girl-crush' has always[1] annoyed me. Why? Because it takes a perfectly acceptable statement like "I find Person X fascinating" and tags it with the desperate refrain "But I'm Still Heterosexual!!!" as thought a woman being interested in/by another woman could only ever be sexual and, incidentally, that (if it *is* sexual) it's a bad thing.
I mean, *really*. :-P
(Figures. I think Cosmo came up with that term. ;-)
However.
I do get brain-crushes.
I remember sitting on a laundry machine in first year university (in residence) some time after midnight, waiting for my laundry to dry, talking with this guy (whose name might have been Mike, or might have been Chris, but who was definitely in the English department, and lived a floor below me, and was tallish and gangly and acne-prone, and had insanely curly hair that poofed out all over his head).
We talked for hours about writing and gendered pronouns and gods-alone-remember-what-else, and I totally wanted to make out with him.
Physically attractive? Not particularly.
Mentally attractive? Goodness, yes!
I was seriously hot for his brain. :-)
Why do I bring this up?
Because, ladies and gentlemen, I have developed something of a brain-crush on Ursula K Le Guin.
My gods, she is a Genius (Genia?). :-)
<*goes to pant and sigh some more over suggestions like "Trust your story to tell itself... Then revise the hell out of it."*>
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] For a given value of 'always', anyway. I first heard the word about two years ago. But, since then, it has always annoyed me.
