So I picked up my phone last night, and managed to drop it backward over my shoulder into a pan of water.
Don’t do this at home, guys.
So I picked up my phone last night, and managed to drop it backward over my shoulder into a pan of water.
Don’t do this at home, guys.
Massachusetts Chapter of TAVA breaks ties with local advocacy group. So MATAVA (a Transgender veterans association) is not working with MTPC, because MTPC has taken $25,000 from the Human Rights Campaign, because of HRC’s not supporting an inclusive ENDA?
I have one question: Why?
HRC has always touted trans inclusivity and rarely puts its money where its mouth is. Small donations to organizations have been the norm, mostly paying a lip service. The $25,000 grant is the first time that they have truly made a trans-inclusive action of size.
MATAVA sounds like they’re trying to coerce MTPC into not accepting funds from HRC (to punish HRC?). It seems exactly counterproductive to building the unity in action that works so well, and that MTPC has so far managed with skill.
How is this in any way beneficial to the ends they are working for?
So I’ve found the latest unexpected side-effect of estrogen coursing through my veins in levels my body has never before seen:
I blush.
I blush really easily and more and more obviously.
I’ve never had my emotions show quite so plainly before.
So my ISP, where I colocate my servers, has had a battery backup that has had issues. The kind of one-off issues where you reset it, and uneasily it works for a while, then something either related or not happens, and it crashes again.
Tonight he informs me that it came back with fully proper status this time and it shouldn’t do that again. We’ll see.
Helping a friend install linux … win.
Helping a friend install linux, only to realize halfway through, after their old OS is destroyed, that the only copy is on a bad CD, with no other computer to burn a new copy? Not as fun.
There’s amazing ways to work yourself out of that hole, but … man. It sucks. And boy does it take time.
Last night was my family’s solstice celebration. It’s a tradition we’re slowly growing, replacing the Christmases of a family that has more connection to the seasons than the church with something a bit more connected.
We all got together for a pot luck last night. Pizza with pesto and cranberries, cheesy escarole and mushroom and pasta casserole, home made egg-nog, home made ravioli, a huge platter of fresh vegetables.
We light candles, light for the dark night.
We still have a left-over Christmas gift-giving tradition, though I think that’s half held together by my mother, who works in a thrift shop and gets everything half price.
It’s a quiet holiday, but I really like how my family celebrates.
My sister leaves on Boxing Day for Denver, six months in paramedic school. I’m going to miss her.
My mother dropped by the office today on her way home from lunch to tell me that at the thrift shop (where she works) a black pleated skirt had come in, possibly my size. I’d left a note there a while back saying I was looking for one, but it wasn’t the normal shop manager who called me, but my mother. About a skirt.
It’s a big deal. It’s the first time she’s really acknowledged my preferences in clothing. I think she’s coming around.
I’d forgotten that I’d ever seen the concept of Soft Security spelled out until chris2 reminded me.
NaNoWriMo is 2/3 over today. Good luck, all!
There’s some fun stuff.