Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Cultural Appropriation Much?

It's been awhile, but things are mostly the same. The newest news is that Ace and Bette have made a Gimel, so I have a new niece. I know that I shouldn't name her Gimel because A&B had a cat named Gimel, but it's my blog. So there.

I'm still working. Speaking of working, I received at work an email with the following image:

university advertisement with a woman in an Indian headdress. One line of text reads: Place a Valuable Feather in Your Cap

My jaw just dropped when I saw this. I might not be able to define cultural appropriation very well, but I can't imagine who thought this was okay, even if the university is in Wales.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Vocab List I

List of Words I Looked Up While Reading The Day of the Triffids

  • perforce
  • expostulation
  • lugubrious
  • foolscap
  • desiderata
  • cenobite
  • seigneury
  • stockades

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Crossed It Off

Who is a certified heart saver?  Me, that's who!

After years of "I'll get around to it at some point," I finally took a CPR/AED class and got my card. So for the next two years, I'm a card-carrying member of helpful people.

External anatomy of the normal human heart, oblique view of left heart structures
Patrick J. Lynch; illustrator; C. Carl Jaffe; MD; cardiologist Yale University Center for Advanced Instructional Media Medical Illustrations by Patrick Lynch, generated for multimedia teaching projects by the Yale University School of Medicine, Center for Advanced Instructional Media, 1987-2000

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Who's Down With #GCC?

Will I exercise because it means that I will be a more healthy and will sleep better?
No. No, I will not.

Will I exercise because it will help me lose weight and make me slim and trim and beautiful?
No. No, I will not

Will I exercise because when I take the stairs instead of taking an elevator it means that I am helping to save the earth and using less energy?
No. No, I will not.

Will I exercise because I have gotten involved in a contest that means nothing with virtual prizes that no one cares about?

Yes! That I will definitely do.

virtual trophy case of virtual trophies
Look At All My Trophies!

In case you were wondering, GCC stands for Global Corporate Challenge.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

January Shower Brings blechh

Sylvia's sister is getting married next month and their aunt's gave her a wedding shower in New Jersey this party weekend. I took the bus to Pennsylvania and the Rivster, Poppy and I went to the Garden State for the festivities. Bette couldn't come with us as planned because she wasn't feeling well. This turned out to be ironic, because all three of us -and ten other people- picked up a norovirus there. But it was great seeing everyone.

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Happy New Year, 2015

I spent the turn of the year in Pennsylvania with various family members. I helped Beernut with some homework, took Poppyseed to the movies,  sorted Pokemon cards with Peach, chilled with Rivster and Bill, brunched with Ace and Bette, and had, in general, a gay old time.

In other news, I've recently fell in love with the site Captain Awkward. There are a dozen fantastic things about it, but for brevity's sake, I shall pick just one and that one is the concept of the Darth Vader boyfriend.

“Luke, your dad is totally evil.”
“There’s good in him. I’ve felt it.”
“Luke, he blew up a planet just to make a point.”
“There’s good in him! I’ve felt it!”
“Luke, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he severed your hand.  From your arm. He cut it off.”
“Dueling to the death is just how we relate. You wouldn’t understand it. Now that we both have prosthetic robot limbs, it’s only brought us closer together.”
“Luke, he lured your friends into a trap so that he could murder them in front of you. We had to be rescued by Ewoks. It was embarrassing.”
“Yeah, that was pretty bad, I admit! But there’s good in him! I’ve felt it!”
And then Luke is risking his own life to carry Darth Vader out of the Death Star before it explodes so he can look up on that swollen purple face and experience one shining moment of real connection that would justify everything he’s invested in this completely dysfunctional relationship and he’s like “See? IT WAS ALL TOTALLY WORTH IT!” and even R2D2 is like “Whatever, the Ewoks are having a dance party, and I just can’t talk about this with you even one more time. Have fun with your collection of Ghostly Jedi Father Figures.”

This is especially relevant to me right now because one of my friend's has a Darth Vader boyfriend and I really want to kick him in the head. And I very rarely want to kick anyone in the head.
That reminds me. I should really work on my flexibility. Because regardless of intentions, if one has to kick someone in the head, it's really best to be able to do so from a standing position. Boom!

Saturday, December 27, 2014


We are just past the winter solstice, and between Christmas and New Year's Eve and I'm going outside with sandals on. Unbelievable.

Looking forward to seeing Rivster, Poppyseed, and Peach tomorrow. We're going to see a friend of ours from high school who has kids the same age as those sobrinos.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Don't You Forget About Me

I was in Pennsylvania this past weekend for Thanksgiving. I usually spend all the time with the sobrinos and their parents, but I happen to quite like spending time with Ace and Bette (Bace? Abet?), so I made plans for them to pick me up on Sunday at noon and then we would do some shopping I wanted to do at the mall, and they would drop me off at the four o'clock bus.

While driving in the car, innocently making chit chat, I said something like, "I really need to get around to getting some make up. And someone to tell me what make up to get. And someone to put it on me." And Bette turns to me in total seriousness and says, "You're going to miss your bus." Since the bus wasn't leaving for the and a half hours, this confused me, but it shouldn't have.

Dr. Who has Whovians, Firefly has Browncoats. If make-up had a name for its uberfans, Bette would be one. An example, if you'll oblige me. After the shopping I'd set out to do, and lunch, we went to Sephora, which has what I've always felt to be an anxiety-producing number of options. We go up to the place where women are doing make overs (or whatever the soft sell version of that is) and Bette says to me, referring to the woman whose chair I'm about to sit in, "Oh, she's really good; she used to work at the Chanel counter." Did Bette know this because she was friends with this stylist? No, she just recognized her. /And the stylist recognized her back./

Anyway, we spent as much time as we had left there and there is talk of things for the eyes and the lips and the lids and brushes and day-to-night and smudging and smokey and whatnot and in the end, I look exactly the same, except much better.

Now l don't know how long I'll keep up with the make-up routine. The make over lady seemed to think I would fall in love with all things make-up and never go back, but I know better. I've been here before. No matter. For now, I kind of feel like Ally Sheedy at the end of The Breakfast club, when her character turns from goth moppet to regular girl with a headband and judicious application of mascara.