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The reason I won't read tumblr isn't just that it crashes Firefox and then my whole computer. It's that even in IE the damnable tumblr bot shows up and demands I follow tumblr pages. And unless the resolution is 1280 by whatever silly number ie unreadably small, the damnable tumblr bot eats half the text and won't let you close the box.

Of course, if you do click follow, IE can't connect to the tumblr WP.

Mh yeah, that 'OMG they passed Obamacare, this country is screwed, I'm moving to Canada!' thing was funny in its way. Do indeed come to the country where healthcare for everyone is taken straight out of your paycheque, dude. What you don't know can make your blood pressure skyrocket. But for long-standing historical reasons, it steams me just a titch. It confirms the suspicion that for many people, Canada is a place that exists solely for the convenience of Americans who don't like it at home. Actual conditions here are a closed book to them; as, no doubt, is the fact that we have a different currency. (Schadenfreude at least makes me very happy that stores here value the American buck at 90 cents Canadian and not 1.10, 1.20, or 1.50. Revenge is sweet.)
( June's genre reading )

bk1 has changed hands. Well, this happens. The new webface has pale unreadable fonts-- light blue, guys: who uses that?- and barely fits the highest resolution this monitor is capable of. I thought Japan was all about the hand-held platforms? But nope, they want one of those stretched monitor jobbies. Thus it takes forever to find out what they're calling my 'buy later' list now, and again, instead of the neat column bk1 had, it's a messy thing that requires scrolling back and forth to see all the buttons.

Well, fine. I succeed in ordering my new Hyakki Yakou anyway, squinting desperately the while.

The confirmation email arrives. It's mojibake. Their publishers' update emails are readable. Their 'you want these books!!' emails are readable. Their important emails are borked. Blah. How lucky I'm impoverished these day and not about to go on any Japanese spending sprees. But must the last state of the thing *always* be worse than the first?

..Then 'twas the Roman; now 'tis I.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, ’twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.

Id est, in five years I'll have forgotten the outrages of the person in question as thoroughly as I'd forgotten the Key fics

petronia so casually mentioned today, thereby spiralling me back to the late 90s where I have no desire to be. Doesn't help that I've spent the weekend ativanned for a migraine and tidying files from the *early* 90s. The things that the mind buries... Yanno, the only zombie fic I'd read is one where it's the past that comes back, intent on slaughter, and not any mere once-human.

Further to the Why is there no Jewish Narnia thing--
( Cut for quotey length )

This is why I gave up cruising the SFF section of bookstores a long time ago. Basically, everything looked exactly like-- well, what's here. (Warning: image heavy blog about godawful SFF covers. Warning: teeth grinding typos by the blogger.) I'm unclear whether those are the American or British covers; I used to prefer British versions, but maybe I shouldn't have.

And this gives a new wrinkle to the term 'jumping the shark.'

On an obscure impulse I went looking for the famous 'I will have to sing show tunes' entry. It's now f-locked, as is the whole of that livejournal, which makes all the many many links to it useless. Finally tracked down an extant entry: a still extant entry. Vita longa, lj brevis, so I've put the full text below the cut, not unaware of the irony that it too is on an lj.
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I know Canadians have a reputation for polite low-key inoffensiveness, but I think it's one of those statistical distributive things I don't really have a handle on. You know, like the one where intelligence in one group tends to split between absolutely utter genius and slightly duller than normal, while the other group occupies the python's bulge in the middle of the graph? Yes, well. Doubtless the mass of Canucks are polite and low-key, but I observe too often that if someone is being an infuriating smite-worthy fandom ninny all over lj, when I go to her user info there she is occupying space above the 49th parallel. Much too often, in Toronto. As in Japan, where the people who made me swear on a day to day basis were usually Americans, but the two most obnoxious gaijin specimen I had to deal with came from fair TO. And not even the 'burbs: from those bastions of privilege, Rosedale and Forest Hill.

Which probably goes to prove that the rest of the country is right, and Toronto is not Canada.

I had a long post about why I don't support the Lambda decision and my annoyance at the way the debate is going, if I may dignify it with that name. I don't appreciate self-identifed straight people lambasting self-identified gay bloggers for failing to bow meekly to the Lambda overlords. (Not you, N; f_w denizens and so on.) I consider this, oddly, an unwarranted invasion of our territory; but I seem to be the only one who sees any irony in the situation at all.

So instead I'll just mention Natalie Barney. I'm happy to see that someone else thinks more people should emulate the France of a hundred odd years ago.

Am I the only ancient dyke in town who yearns for those far-off treacherous shores of love? I look with sorrow at the audience at the k.d. lang concert and pine for the Belle Époque. It’s not that I mind my sisters looking like men: far from it. It’s the sort of men they emulate. Boring ones who wash their cars on Saturdays, get a number four from the barber on the corner, and buy their wives Valentine gifts from the Argos catalogue.

Ah. Evil Crochet. Yes indeed. Non-craftsy me only just managed to crochet a remarkably unfunctional afghan (= does not keep me warm in winter on the living room sofa, but then nothing does except hanten.) But I've always known that serious craftspeople knit things, following those cuneiform knitting instructions as they do it; just as serious East Asian aficionados read Chinese and not that '2000 characters and two phonic-syllabery crutches' Japanese. I so fail at life.
( Cut for a lament to an old lover. 'I never had much going, but at least I had you' )

If I embroidered, I'd make framed samplers of certain of

petronia's observations, like this one

anti-warnings people don't actually know why warnings rub them the wrong way, to the extent that they're willing to be assholes about it.

Adorned with sweet fat roses and pixel-square puppies and kittens. People are certainly being assholes today over at

metafandom, is why I should be reading post secret instead.

(Warnings rub me the wrong way. They also make me not want to read any story they're attached to for the same reason kink fic challenges make me not want to read-- 'Yeah, that sounds like a surefire invitation to same old same old'.) ( Cut for tangential thoughts and self-interrogation )

You know, the whole tone and purport of this article annoys me. I suppose it's intended partly as humour? Then it's not the kind of humour I find funny. It's snide, shopping mall cynical, and cheap.

Wrapping up broken glass so the garbage collectors don't cut their hands is no badge of sainthood. It's common sense, which I fancy rather more people possess than (either) writer believes. And supposing the story of transplanting a human brain into a monkey isn't total fabrication, the brain probably came from someone who donated their organs after death. No need for the snotty 'swiped from some homeless person.'

( People, people. Argh )

I don't want to have to type flemmings.livejournal.com with my two fingers every time I want to read dreamwidth entries and their comments. Nor do I want to have to look at DW's eyesearing love affair with shades of orange. But I must do one or the other if I want to read stuff on DW. I can see, as with lj, that I'll have to get an account eventually (ie style = mine) or deal with hassle. But for the moment it appears to be mostly Loud Twits who've moved to DW (you can see them being resounding asses and tinkling cymbals on MF: also, who is telesilla and was she always like that?) and I prefer not.

Possibly it's time to retire from fandom and get a life, as my FL has done.

For five years I've wanted a glider rocking chair. They're soothing, they're relaxing, you can sleep in them if you want to. I thought about getting one before the first tum operation but the price was beyond beyond. They cost as much as most desktops and some cost as much as a good quality laptop. Add 15% GST and PST and, well, no. But I have money if I want it, or a line of credit at good rates, and am tired of being saving for my old age. I went to the end of the street and sussed out the gliders. ( Saga within )

Seattle's weather is currently happening outside my window. Which makes me happy because in two days we'll be having Kuala Lampur's.

And over at fandom_wank there's a threnody thread (one should be able to portmanteau those words-- threadnody?) about Great Unfinished Manga Works. Not just YnM, actually. And much CLAMP bashing.
( Kurotsubaki )

I have no hormones left to rage, was my understanding of the process, but they seem to be raging nonetheless. Sadness.

"We met this woman from Montreal," my American housemates in Tokyo said one day. "She really hated Americans. Really hated Americans. Do *you* hate Americans?" ( There could be only one answer to that )

Over at OTF_W the talk that began with lunch box wank veers off into the stuff imaginative kids get up to, and someone remarks

The last time my daughter broke into an extended song sequence the character she spent 20 minutes singing about (to the tune of John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt) was Canadian cold War era Prime Minister John Deifenbaker.

Hope for the future, I say. I know adults who've never heard of Dief the chief. (And the poster *did* spell his name wrong. Just sayin'.)

Plus macros.
( Pill popping generation )

The answer to my woes is obviously Iwase Books, who were good with my ZeroSums and Gangans back in the day. Just one little wrinkle: to order anything you must print the order form from a #!@&%$%! PDF and 'mail or FAX' it to them.
( Cut for howling )

          In speculation
          I would not willingly acquire a name
                For ill-digested thought;
                But after pondering much
          To this conclusion I at last have come:
                PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
                This truth I have written deep
                In my reflective midriff
                On tablets not of wax,
          Nor with a pen did I inscribe it there,
          For many reasons: PEOPLE, I say, ARE NOT
                STRANGERS TO STUPIDITY.
          Not from the flight of omen-yelling fowls
                This fact did I discover,
          Nor did the Delphine tripod bark it out,
                Nor yet Dodona.
          Its native ingenuity sufficed
                My self-taught diaphragm.

Housman's original is here. It's much funnier if you've read Aeschylus in Greek: about the only funny thing to reading Aeschylus in Greek, come to that.

I return to my newest discovered love (c.10 am this morning): Singlish

This partly because when you spell Hokkien words out in romaji and say what they mean, their relation to Japanese on-yomi hits you between the eyes. This doesn't happen with mandarin. Stupid Manchu.

Ohhh, Rowling, Rowling, ~~Rowling on the river~~: 'tis too much prov'd, that Rowling appeals to thirteen year old girls because she *thinks* like one.

"ONE TRUE UNREQUITED LOVE AND HE HAD TO KILL HIM BECAUSE HE WAS EVIL. AND NEVER LOVED AGAIN!!!"

I feel I should applaud a western writer who's as sincere about her romance novel psychology as many mangaka seem to be in theirs, except I'm never sure if the mangaka really buy the Grand Opera view of the human character they espouse, while I know as God's own truth that Rowling does. 'You have your mother's eyes!' Argh.

( In other GO and Minami Megu news )

I have an aspirin-and-codeine habit of many decades standing. Migraines and structural FUBARs do it to you. With an eye to future decrepitude ('you'll need it more later and then it won't work') I've cut back severely on my aspirin-and-codeine intake: from as many as four a day in season to two a week. For everything else there's basil leaves uhh tylenol.

I also have a My-Opinions-Let-Me-Show-You-Them habit of many decades standing. I've cut back severely on showing my opinions on anything but impersonal topics. (Yes, manga are impersonal, especially if they're manga no one else reads. Possibly Bleach doesn't fall under this rubric.) In both cases, I've happily discovered that the exercise leaves me in much less pain than I'd expected it would.

Except today. I am *dying* to dope myself to the gills/ lay about me with the mighty sword of righteous wrath.
( Deeeep breaths )

This lj is going to hell in a handbasket. (Hell= nether regions = the lower level of Japanese department stores where they sell the food. Screws your innate Christian-culture assumptions, it does, when Down starts equalling Good. Though I note that restaurants are Up in depaato.)
( Cake toppings = srs bzns yo )

Maybe it's the allergy meds but this observation made tears spring from my eyes:

it is it's own plural

Lo, the grammar gods fail one of their earnest and faithful own, as grammar gods will - every single time."

Part of this wank, about the plural form of lettuce, for god's sake.

I weep.

Maybe I'll make a cat macro: OMG it's not English! Get back in the car!

And this gem:
"I too hate beowulf LOATHE it, i just don't GET it. Its as if a geek wrote an poem with bad spelling about a tabletop game of d&d they played."

Bet she can't read Tolkien either, 'cause the man was just so derivative.

Current Mood: despairing

( Cut for same. Good breeding in these degenerate days may have come down to being considerate of one's friends' FLs )

Early on in my Tokyo stay the gas company had a contest, for people to write haiku with the last line 'But still, there's the bath.' They published a two-page spread of winners somewhere- given what a lazy sod I was at the time, I probably read it in the Japan Times, in translation. ( I only remember two. )

Have finished Rainy Willow Store 11, which I like better than 10 if only because it's all strange happenings and not master forgers. Also it has a story involving Japanese gardenias, which are called kuchinashi, no mouths. ( Cut for cultural/ botanical natter )

I'm back to being of two minds about getting a Nemuki subscription, because the Rainy Willow stories work better for me in tankoubon than as one offs in a magazine. Read one after another, their dreamy other-worldly atmosphere (which for me is otherworldly by virtue of being Meiji, not for being about ghosts and the spirit of objects) gently surrounds the senses like a soft misty rainy day. Soft misty is also not a Torontonian topos; and while I sometimes missed the hard light and the hard water of Ontario when I was in Japan (as I do when I'm in Vancouver or Halifax, for that matter) I equally and occasionally miss the washy ink-and-water feel of Japan when I'm here.
( Cut for writing thoughts )

Am feeling a little cross-grained and scratchy, as I tend to be when I get the notion, however unjustified, that people are Telling Me What To Do. In this case they're telling me to write female characters because it's misogynistic not to. Fine. Herewith, the reasons I am a misogynist.
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Because I'm in an Akama mood today ('I'm bored! Let's poke the humans into displaying their worst side!') I'm tempted to start an lj community called cat_free where people can post about how much they hate cats and how wonderful their lives are without them. The results would surely be, well, Akama-amusing. Alas, or possibly fortunately, there already is a

cat_free on lj, who posts in Russian.

(Nice Man, come fix my scanner so I can have a proper 'le youkai qui rit' Akama icon.)

Those people who decry the use of a thesaurus are young whippersnappers. There's a perfectly valid reason for using a thesaurus. It's that maddening tickling sensation that I *know* there's a word for this, the precise and exact word, but my aging hormone-fuzzed brain no longer supplies it automatically the way it did twenty years ago, or even ten. I hate that feeling, and I hate trying to find the near-approximations under which the real word might be listed in Roget's, and I hate it worst of all when it's phantom word pain: the word doesn't in fact exist, I only remember it doing so. Ths must be what athletes feel like when their reflexes start to slow down. Mournful: Omukute darui jinsei dake datte sa. (Is distracted by the shiny: are you serious about who sung that? Wow, the man gets around.) (Is distracted by the geeky: why is there no good English translation for darui? Possibly because we don't have a common-use word, any more than we do for the extended uses of genki. I think we say 'I feel bleh' instead, or at best 'lethargic'.)

Mind you, the people who read the original pixel-stained technopeasant rant and sneered 'The guy must have worn out his thesaurus' are beyond whippersnapper and into infantile. It may pass the understanding of those who learned their vocabulary from television and Sweet Valley High, but truly, some people know all those words, and use them, from their own quite genuine reading experience.

That said, more cheerfully, there's nothing to restore vocabulary like reading Aubrey Maturin: and ohh there's so much of it to read. (Goes off to restore vocab.) (And that's an example right there. My mind gave me only 'revive' and 'return', and I had to find 'restore' in the thesaurus.)

Now if there hadn't been that huge mudfight recently over at metafandom about the bad manners of harshing someone's squee- which I agree with, of course- and the concomitant notion that you don't walk into strangers' ljs and make uncivil remarks, I would so be responding to

matociquala's dismissal of Jane Austen ("I just don't care about her characters") with "I understand that- I feel the same about yours." Which though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, at least not there.

And doubtless I've been reading too much metafandom- which I do on

mauvecloud's FL ('I friend metafandom- and metaquotes and kitty macros- so you don't have to.") Because I've been reading Nix's Keys of the Kingdom series lately and got bogged down around the Thursday book for oddly Harry Potterish reasons.
( Long story here so it goes under the cut )

Ohh the fangirls, the fangirls. The fangirls ye have always with you. (Which IIRC doesn't mean 'there will always be fangirls in any fandom', it means 'you're always going on and on about the fangirls, how about giving it a rest?' I will, but not till I've vented.) The only time I have deep reservations about Saiyuki fandom is when the rabid fangirls get their yaoi knickers in a knot, as they're doing now. 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You kissed my monkey. Prepare to die.'

Truly, guys. No peak, no point, no meaning. Yaoi isn't canon by definition.

Periodically I wander into Jewish discussion groups for the sheer pleasure of reading something like this

But someone who holds sheitlach are mutar can be machmir like those who prohibit by wearing a tichel etc.

Posted by: Zev at May 23, 2004 11:00 AM
the point is, if sheitels are assur, then it's not a chumra to wear a tichul

Do I ever hear anyone saying There's a perfectly good English word for all this so why are you using the Hebrew? No, not once.

I think the Japanese users around here could learn something from this.

I. Am. Canadian! And consequently I don't talk politics because politics bore me. I prefer talking about the weather because, while both politics and the weather are outside my control, the weather at least is interesting. However this indicates, if nothing else a huge yawning chasm between cultures.
( Politics and some culture )

I wish

paleaswater would blog more- even as much as she used to do on pitas. Have just been reading through past entries to find her perfectly worded summation of what I don't like about Barry Hughes.

It is amusing in its own way, but it's so... chinoiserie. There's no denying that this author did tons and tons of research. Left no popular tale unturned in fact -- I can identify a lot of his references, from the blood-thirsty duchess to the proper method of cooking porcupine. But taken altogether the effect is rather grotesque -- reminds of me of these chinoiserie rooms in European palaces where the owner never saw a piece of porcelain or jade that couldn't be improved by a gold chased cover. And it wouldn't be so objectionable if the author wasn't thinking that he was doing such a clever job. Erghhh...

Add that to her remarks about Snake Agent and I think we're left with the dispiriting conclusion that round-eyes shouldn't try to write Chinese stuff unless they've lived there. Or are actually referencing the western tradition of getting it wrong, Fu Manchu and Terry and the Pirates のよう.
( Thoughts on cultural appropriation )

There's Bleach wank at f_w. There's also

incandescens doing Bleach/ Alice in Wonderland crossovers over in her own lj's comments section. And I'm here still googling "bleach (name of person I swear I've never heard of before)" because there are 500 characters with both a family name and a personal name and people use either indiscriminately, and write het stories about Mr. Stripe-across-the-nose who appears for- what- maybe three panels in the manga? Man but Bleach fandom believes in equal time for everybody. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so dispirited.

(Parenthetically, is there something about het shipping that makes people crazy? First Harry Potter, now Bleach- is there anything in yaoi to match those pairing wars? GW and X, maybe, but both of those were a long time ago and everyone has since grown up, more or less.)

And really, why is everyone getting so worked up over Rukia and Ichigo and Orihime when the hottest character in the series is Ichigo's sword?

Am currently having pre-trip pre-flying jitters in the form of three year old tantrumming about having to Dress Like A Gurrl. ( Cut to save sensibilities )

Those who have dealt with amazon.wherever in its many avatars, what does it mean when their wp says a book has not yet been released that two people you know have already read?

1) amazon doesn't update its wps enough. If you preorder they will have the thing in stock already and send it along.

2) amazon doesn't know its virtual fundament from a virtual hole in the ground. Do not deal with them unless you must.

The various wank communities make for dispiriting reading lately, hence my icon. From the behaviour on both sides I can't help feeling that HP fans deserve their fandom and may it choke them; from reading HP (nice but no big deal) I conclude that my feelings are right. 'But for Wales, Richard?'

Current Mood: jaded

Inevitably the thought comes

all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down.

Certainly not advisable. Oh well. At least lj lets you delete entries when you finally realize what an ass you've made of yourself. Supposing you do.

I have been reading metafandom and I have been reading fandom_wank and now I want an icon that says "HP fandom: a plague on ~~both~~ all your houses." I can't believe someone hasn't made one of those yet.
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And in the midst of the chaos, happily a happy birthday to the effulgent

luxetumbra.

The current fandom debate (I'd call it something else but I'm a lady) over Nice Girls and Mean Girls makes me want to leave fandom and never come back. As

paleaswater said once in a similar context, "I know college girls are full of themselves, but this is ridiculous." Or, more trenchantly, "These are the people who are going to be managing my 401(k)?"

However I cheer me up by reading 12Kingdoms, where the general and the king are having a long discussion over the political state of Tai. The general and the king are both women, a matter not thought worthy of particular comment. I recommend this series to anyone who uses the Dykes to Watch Out For yardstick. (Even better. The general in a flashback goes to confront the Winter Minister over telling the young and impressionable Taiki that the King of Tai, who has ostensibly gone to quell a revolt, may have been lured out of his city by false rumours into a trap. The Winter Minister BTW is in charge of arms, the manufacturing and repair and whatever of same. The Winter Minister of Tai turns out to be a young woman, a fact I *hadn't* gleaned from her name, unlike the Autumn Minister who couldn't have been anything else going from *her* name.)

To quote Molesworth, sort of: Now look at Babylon 5. Ugh.

Because I find nothing inherently risible in the term 'venom cock' and wonder why people here are laughing themselves sick at it.

Because IMHO the whole concept could have worked if written well and where was the editor at the firm that published the book to ensure that it was?

Because all the other dragon books published here are set in fantasy worlds modelled closely on European history and I finally agree with

nojojojo, that one is old. To say nothing of culturally confining.

Because while westerners are going 'sex with dragons ewww bestiality!' Saiyuuki fandom writes Hakuryuu x Hakkai.

Because if we judge by the same pictorial and textual evidence that supports Gojou x Hakkai, Hakkai x Sanzou, Sanzou x Gokuu, Gokuu x Sanzou, Sanzou x Hakkai, Gojou x Sanzou et alia ad infinitem, then Hakuryuu x Hakkai is *canon.*

And that, m'lud, is the case for the defence.

To express my utmost agreement with

petronia:

"What a writer wants is for people to tell other people, intelligently or at the very least enthusiastically and at length, why those other people should read the writer's stories: to wit, because they are awesome. In other words, what a writer wants is a good review so they can hem and haw in a bashful fashion and spend the rest of the evening privately glowing in a corner."

That's it, that's all of it, and thank god someone with fandom credibility said it.

I even agree with this part:

"So I grew up with the conviction that I know better than everyone else, no one can solve my problems except me, and furthermore my problems are no one else's business. In other words, I don't really think your concrit does me any good"--

--though in fact there are one or two people whose comments I find immensely useful: not because I think them better writers than I (one of them isn't even a writer) but because their insight into whichever series and their ear for tone and voice are better than mine.

(Though to give my two cents on the discussion debate: I wouldn't want to join in on a bunch of people discussing my fic together as readers of same. True I'm also a reader of my fic, but I have special inside knowledge on account of being the one who wrote it, so it's necessarily going to look different to me than to them. Let the readers discuss. If they miss the point by a country mile- as 90% of Eroica fans miss the point of my Eroica fics- then all they do is demonstrate what idiots they are. If they use a faux-dispassionate analytical style while missing the point, they demonstrate it twice.)

( And on the personal front )

ETA: and just when you get uppity and snotty and superior with the fanpups, heaven delivers the smackdown. The overenthusiasm of the fanpups leads only to sweet idiocy. This... hell, I didn't realize A Spring Evening's Romance at Court was fixing to damage the Gay Male Cause. Maybe I should pull the review.

For handy reference. Though I'd have spelled it eyii and craii.

Got a bunch of idiocy in my spam filter. Deleted it and then, on some kind of hunch, went and looked at the one titled 'I need ur help pls.' It goes, in its entirety ( as follows )
My guess is the writer is 14 and more clueless even than I was at that age. I have no idea whether to tell her as kindly as my ire permits that this is not the way you ask a stranger for help, or just to delete the thing again.

Musing on something that took me back a few years--

I've never understood the attitude among certain of the Japanese-domiciled that being complimented on your use of chopsticks is a mortal insult. 'They think we can't use chopsticks!! If *they* can use a knife and fork why shouldn't *I* be able to use chopsticks!! They think westerners can't use chopsticks because it's a seekrit spesshul art that only Asians can manage!! Hmphh!!!'
( 'They think they're better than us!!!' )

Note to me: do not watch Hellsing with a fever.

Also: the really down side of staying home sick is the stunningly massive number of phone calls. Half are telemarketers wanting to speak to Mr. or Mrs. Johnson, a phrase that reduces me to foaming fury. Half are people from work who weren't listening yesterday when I said Don't call me to work for you tomorrow I'm sick. This /would/ reduce me to foaming fury if I wasn't used by now to working with narcissists.

Also: if there's a sillier point to rant and flame about than 'It's Alucard you dumb fuxx!!' 'No it's Arucard!!!', then I have not met it. People who have ranted on this point will remember the fact ten years hence and die a thousand deaths.

Stop and start time on the information highway. As usual for my broadband- it always slows down on weekends.

One of the things I did on Wednesday, besides bicycling around in pouring rain to get my new contacts, was get my flu shot. The first time I did that seven years ago it left me feeling vaguely nauseated for a weekend, but I've had no trouble with it since. This time- ay caramba.
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