I am in Grand Forks, getting spectacularly laid. \o/ More details in a post to the sex filter.
Actually getting to spend time with C. is awesome. This was such a good idea. We just fit together. I cannot stop smiling.
ETA: Scott Pilgrim fanworks. I need them. Point me to any and all fic, vids, art, kink memes, and whatever else you know of.
Moment of silence, please, for my Really Really Ridiculously Gay Purse Strap.
The RRRGPS started with a black purse I bought at PacSun many years ago. It came with two interchangeable straps: one with pyramid studs and one with grommets. I preferred the latter, and eventually wove a rainbow shoelace through the grommets.
Then more rainbows: I slipped a bangle I wasn't wearing (bracelets tend to drive me nuts) onto the strap, and tied a ring onto the long end of the shoelace. Both were made of layered plastic, and I was pleased to have found a way to use them.
And then the buttons. An assortment of sizes on the front of the purse (I lost one in the pit at a TAI... show ages ago, another few fell off at random), and one-inch buttons attached to the shoelace. Some funny, some geographic allegiance stuff, but mostly queer pins.
I haven't used the purse in a really long time, because the strap was disintegrating. The snaps were working their way out of the fabric.
But there is still the other strap. I won't be able to thread the studded strap with a shoelace or cover it in little buttons, but I can just shift them to the body of the purse instead.
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I'll be out of town August 14-21. While I'll have internet access, I have no idea how much I'll be online. But rest assured I'll catch up even if I can't keep up.
Bosses and one reference desk person are away for the Society of American Archivists conference. Work is freakishly quiet.
Busy couple of days. Tuesday morning, I hauled a box of fun surprises to the post office (since the TSA probably frowns on taking rope in your carry-on), went to work, and then went to Diesel to meet up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
shadesong and receive my BARCC auction winnings: a lovely flogger. After that, I ran into Andra and spent forever telling her about C. (she kept asking questions, and I am still flush with omgyay).
Yesterday I got some purple dye, and this morning before work, I put it in my hair to see what it would do. Not a lot, as it turns out: my hair is too dark. Now it's even darker, with something of a blue cast to it. While kinda disappointing, it's not actually surprising, and it's definitely not a bad result.
Leaving for Grand Forks at stupid o'clock Saturday morning. Clothes are basically picked out, and toiletries are selected and quart-size bagged.
I know so little about you, I'm afraid my question is quite pedestrian! What would your dream job be?
Pretty close to what I'm doing right now. I want to be an archivist full-time, as my real grownup job. But I'm not thrilled with the idea of meetings and managing other people, which my bosses at work have to do. I just want to work with the collections.
I want to write about "lazy femme," which is what I call my gender presentation. In short: I like things like skirts and makeup, but I don't generally bother with these more effortful bits of gendered plumage.
( 11 links )More packing, go to bed, sleep, get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, finish packing, go to bed, get up, get on airplane, arrive in Grand Forks, get laid.
Ellie has painted the front room! It's light blue now, instead of salmon. I approve.
Also, I'm sneezing myself to death. IDK why. *drowning in own snot*
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Yeah, I know. But getting used to the full-time job has been really rough this time around. IDK.
The BARCC Blogathon auctions are running through 2010-08-03, 17:00 Eastern.
Work was fun today. In that special way where my eyes aren't used to contacts yet and I spent the whole day using a computer, and also in the way where one of the door alarms was going off pretty much all day because it was broken.
I was supposed to go to a concert tonight, but I just could not manage it. :( I napped instead. After I write this post, I'm going to go back to bed.
Signs I am tired: I am trying to read my dreamroll using ?ship=300. /o\
I ordered some stuff from Fire Mountain Gems over the weekend, and it shipped today. \o/ So that'll be here next Monday, approximately. Unfortunately, I can't bring my travel jewelry kit to Grand Forks. I don't think the TSA would approve of my pliers. :( :( :( Plus I am only bringing a carry-on. DNW to pay stupid fee for checked bag.
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shadesong, as you may know, is Blogathonning for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. She is also running a charity auction, and is writing for each of the pieces from the auction. These were mine:
I have come up with this little posting template (okay, I looked at shadesong's journal and mostly borrowed her format) to help myself post more regularly. We'll see how it works...
Tired; I stayed up too late chatting with C. And then after work today, I went to the Dating While Feminist event for three hours, which was very social and, as a result, kind of exhausting.
Oh, and the hem fell out of the bottom of my right trouser leg this morning; I fixed it with safety pins. Anyone in Boston know a good tailor? Convenient to Orange Line a plus, convenient to Northeastern a doubleplus. Some of my pants need fixing; pretty much all of them need shortening. *is too short for regular women's inseams but too tall for petites*
Yay for contacts! Although the left one is not feeling very happy. I am kind of wondering if I have it in backwards - but I can still see just fine! IDK whether having the lens inside out would actually affect vision correction, or just comfort.
Furthermore, my contacts claim they can be worn continuously for a week or daily for two weeks (taking them out to sleep); I think I'm going to have to go for the continuous end of things, because augh plucking lenses out of my eyes! Much much harder than sticking them in.
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shadesong does Blogathon for the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. Her fundraising includes a charity auction; I have three pieces in the mix this year: Chains and Crippling Shoes, We Met in February, and The Awful Feeling of Knowing You Don't Remember No. Plus lots of other really lovely things that you should go and bid on!shadesong. But first I have to take pictures and finish writing up the descriptions.stultiloquentia, who I missed at Con.txt, and also kyriacarlisle, I believe. And at least one other person whom I have not yet connected to a journal.An illuminating moment for me came at my post-op party. We called it a “boob party” and spent the night celebrating chests. Everyone brought magazine clippings or photos of chests and we pasted them on the wall in the stairwell. We kept a running list of all the euphemisms for chests we could think of on the whiteboard usually reserved for intra-apartment communications like We need milk and Has anyone seen my watch? and HEY GUYS I LET THE CATS PEE ON THE SOFA (just kidding it’s water).
At this party, every guest was invited to wear whatever made their chest feel good. Some went topless, some chose corsets—we even supplied glitter-encrusted adhesive craft foam for those who wanted to make pasties (the majority of our guests chose this option, which was just another sign that my life is nothing like what my guidance counselors envisioned).
hagiologic.And by that, I mean I Organized All The Books. Next step is to get them into LibraryThing.
Ellie suggests that the best place to hole up during the zombie apocalypse is a strip mall with a home improvement store and a Super WalMart that share an interior wall. Then you have materials for fortifications from the home improvement store, plus food and guns from WalMart. Just knock a hole through the interior wall and you're golden.
But if you have to choose, pick the WalMart and use random merchandise to block the doors. Ellie suggests filling shopping carts with slashed-open diapers and watering them to create a kind of sandbag thing.
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