Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 09:27 am
 The new is absolutely beyond terrifying.  This how I felt back in November and during the campaign.  We are headed for another Holocaust, this one led by our own president.  At the very least he is complicit in what is happening now and whatever may happen in the future.  The marches, the torches, the violence.  The Nazi solutes.  Let me say that again:  The Nazi solutes that are happening right here in the US of A.  Chelsea Clinton tweeted a picture of a man with a sign that says "Jews will not replace us."  That is part of the ideology that led to the Holocaust; the idea that Jews were stealing the jobs of "decent people."  The idea that we were trying to take over the world.  People are showing their colors, expressing their hate and fear and bigotry, and the President of the United States is not doing a damn thing about it, except maybe condoning it.  Now, understand:  I'm all about freedom of expression and the rights of people to have different ideologies from my own.  Diversity is great.  I'm all for it.  What I'm not all for, what is anything but great, what is in fact ILLEGAL, is hate speech.  Freedom of speech does not mean you can use your words to incite violence.  Freedom of speech does not extend to violence and, G-d forbid, murder.

I believe "they" are coming, and I've got to find something I can do about it.

MARTIN NIEMÖLLER: "FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE SOCIALISTS..."

Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) was a prominent Protestant pastor who emerged as an outspoken public foe of Adolf Hitler and spent the last seven years of Nazi rule in concentration camps.

Niemöller is perhaps best remembered for the quotation:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 10:28 am
I have been to a few conventions over my lifetime and I have an opinion on a couple of trends that are really making it hard to me to enjoy parts of a convention when I am at it. Some of these are old issues and some are new ones especially with the technology that is available today that was not when I first starting going to conventions.

Hey Convention, I really like that you have an app. Apps are cool like bowties. However can you please for the love of Glob make a search function that actually allows one to search and narrow down what one is searching for. I don’t want to have to scroll through three days of programming to find a certain panel that I want to see. Also maps that allow us to find our way to the obscure panel room that can only be gotten to by one elevator/escalator/staircase. It would be even better if your phone could guide you to that panel room but I know that is a way off.

And by the same token, not everyone wants to use the App you have so do have enough maps so we can find our way around.

Your personal soundtrack is invading my space. I remember the first time I heard a soundtrack attached to a costume as the wearer was walking around. It was a Ghostbusters costume where they had rigged a boom box into the proton pack. They had a tape loop (yes that is how old this is) that was playing the Ghostbuster’s sting over and over and over. First couple of times it was cute but after hearing it for over an hour, it got very old. Now with all the mini Bluetooth speakers everyone can play their music for all to hear to ‘enhance’ their costume. Stop it. The rest of us are not enamored of the same things that you are. And the cacophony of sound that ensues gives me a bloody bad headache. Think of those of us who are on the floor the entire day and have to deal with your wall of sound. This goes double for the merchants on the floor who play things too loud.

Yes, the convention has the right to tell you that you may not bring in ________________. Conventions, with very rare exceptions, are private. They are run by a group that has rented out the space where the convention is and they can say they don’t want something at the convention. There was a convention who stated up front that they were not allowing costumes at the convention. The outcry was ridiculous. The simple solution was if you can’t go without wearing your costume, then don’t go to this one convention. There are plenty out there that will embrace you with welcoming arms. I am sorry that your prop was not allowed into the hall and I know you worked hard on it, however I am not sorry that I am not ducking around your prop or getting hit by it when you turn around in a tight space. Even the fake weapons can leave bruises when the impact is great enough.

Hey conventions, might want to make sure your volunteer staff knows at least where to send someone with a question they can’t answer. Might be good if they had a map on their person and at least have been given an orientation of the area they are in. Knowing the chain of command is not bad either. They don’t have to know the entire convention center or the entire convention but the basics would be nice like where is registration or the exhibit hall or the closest rest room. I cannot tell you the number of times just this summer I have heard the words “I dunno” rather than at least pointing them to an information booth.

Fans guess what, the volunteers are just that so cut them some slack especially when they are trying to organize lines for whatever. They are trying to keep the convention from closing down because the fire marshal has walked through and said that if there is not a clear path to the exit, then the convention will have to shut down. Or so that others can get around. Yippie, your friends are here but all of you sitting in a circle on the floor is making it bloody hard for us to get around. And if they say someone is the end of the line, it was probably not their call but someone higher up so yelling at them is not going to get you any perks. I always assume line for something at a convention and am pleasantly surprised when there isn’t one. So listen to the people who are just trying to get you to where you want to go and make it fair for everyone.

Photo Op folks, I do understand the amount of money you are laying down for a photo is rather immense and you want to get that perfect picture so you have the memory of briefly meeting the talent. But there has to be a props limit at some point. This is a photo op not a photo shoot. The best shots I have seen are with those people who are clever with their use of props that don’t interfere with the next person getting in for their moment. Slow the line down and you will be pilloried by everyone behind you especially those who didn’t get their time because of your set-up time.

Please for the love of Glob don't present 10-inch binders with your fan fiction to either the talent or the show’s creator or, in fact, anyone attached to the show. Especially if it is rated PG-13 or above. The rest of us groan either inwardly or outwardly when we see this. I have had to explain fan fiction to so many who have received these ‘presents’ and don’t know what they are. Believe me that if they have any interest, they have already found your work on the Internet. Now I don’t have a problem with say a single sheet of paper with a poem or a song but the binders are over the top. Also don’t antagonize those who have stated that they do not want fan fiction of their work. If you must write, do it quietly. Respect their wishes. Please.

Feel free to add your grumpy observations.

I am grateful to people who are polite to each other at conventions.
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 03:18 am
I really wish i were better at typing on my phone because i can't sleep but i don't want to get a laptop while I'm in bed.
Wednesday, August 16th, 2017 01:56 am
Grateful! For pictures (pictures! not artist renderings!) of things not on this planet. That I'm still moved by such things. There's beauty still.
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Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 04:23 pm
Hey neighbors! I'm in an R&D phase of a podcast I'm working on and am currently collecting stories of people's odd experiences with "ghosts". I approach this topic with a healthy amount of skepticism, but find it fascinating that many people have had unexplained encounters!

If you think you may have had a run-in with a ghosts around town, I would love to hear about it. Feel free to PM me.

Example of a local legend : around the Powder House tower there have been reports of mysterious blue lights and what sounds like a man yelling for his daughter to stop necking with a neighboring farmer (but I've never spoken to anyone who has experienced this personally, just rumors I've seen online).

Thank you!

Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 10:11 am
Time I have not.

I know what I need to do before DragonCon and I have about two weeks to do it in.

Today I need a few things from the local Joann’s Fabrics which is the only choice I have in real life because all other cloth stories have closed and I don’t like trying to figure out fabric on the Internet because I need to see the fabric and feel it to make sure it works for me.

I do have the advantage of the fabric district if I care to go into the city and that has saved me some headaches.

But this time I have to go with what I have and build it from there.

I go forward

I am grateful for items being in stock.
Tuesday, August 15th, 2017 02:22 am
Grateful! For silly, insistent creative ideas. Even if that little seed doesn't grow into anything fruitful, it's given my brain distraction.
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Monday, August 14th, 2017 10:01 pm
UPDATE: This event is a no-go! Many thousands of people expressed interest in counter-protesting, most of the speakers cancelled, and Mayor Walsh released a statement that the event was not welcome here.

I expect there will still be a rally against Nazis and white supremacist terrorism that day, and also there are related things like a "teach-in" (presumably about direct action and safer protesting) referenced in links in comments.

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Some of the same groups that fomented white supremacist hatred and terror in Charlottesville today will be in Boston next Saturday.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TheNewRight/comments/6r4e3h/boston_free_speech_rally_august_19th/
Monday, August 14th, 2017 02:26 pm
From the city: https://twitter.com/SomervilleCity/status/897160515134377984

Join us for the Our Ville Stands with Your Ville: Charlottesville Vigil this Wed., 6pm, in Davis Square. More info: http://ow.ly/a3Y030eoWdK


6pm Wednesday, August 16 2017, Davis Square statue plaza
Monday, August 14th, 2017 11:46 am
I had a weekend that involved getting together with friends and playing an RPG, getting together with a friend and having sometime to just talk about everything and anything, and getting together with friends and looking at art at the Met including a rooftop exhibition that really took my fancy then I got to stand on the stage where one of the most popular musicals is currently running and talk to my friend who is in the show.

It was a lot of different activities with a lot of different people and all of them gave me motivation that I haven’t felt in a long time.

I haven’t played an RPG in quite a while and this one was a pip. I do feel a little sorry for the Dungeon Master who was trying to get us to a point and it was like herding cats. We did finally get to the point where we would have had a lot of combat but we had to wrap it up. On the plus side we are going to play again since we had so much fun. It was one of those we were laughing so hard our sides hurt. After that we went to Katz’s deli and had some good food and even better conversation. It reminded me that I have a quick creative brain.

Since Peter and Caroline were coming into the city the next day for their adventure, I decided to spend the night in the city (well Brooklyn) and catch up with another friend that I don’t spend enough time with in real life. We caught up on the summer and talked about fannish things. I got the new Ducktales up for them to see which was more enjoyable than the first time. It was nice to just shoot the breeze and remember why I like certain things.

So I had a day free in the city and hadn’t been to the Met in quite a while. I put out a call on my facebook page for anyone who wanted to join me and three friends did. We saw some of the new exhibits and some of the old favorites. I think my favorite was the roof top installation entitled The Theater of the Disappearing by Adrian Villar Rojas, which will be there until October. It gave me some ideas creatively.

After the Met I walked from there to Hamilton to catch up with Peter and Caroline. We went onto the stage and got to talk to our friend and his fellow cast mates. It is such a joyful and blessed cast. A lot of laughter and positive energy on that stage. Plus the stage design is really cool and a great use of a stage that is not that big.

So today I actually feel creative again. The brain fog has vanished and I can see clearly how to attack the projects I have on my plate. I was working out how I was going to get some stuff done in my head on my walk downtown which I hadn’t been able to do well for a while.

Now I am motivated again. I can see clearly how I am going to do some things that I have needed to do.

I am grateful for my friends who give me a push in the right direction or make me see that I am a creative person.
Sunday, August 13th, 2017 11:04 pm
Grateful! For satisfying finales. For having cleared enough floor space that I can unroll my yoga mat. For a return to my routine.
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Saturday, August 12th, 2017 10:17 pm
I feel very much like I'm talking about the things that don't matter, but the things that matter very much are private and inward and delicate, and to share such things widely would not be the done thing.

So: life bits, in passing.

The freezer (the thinner, left, door of the two-doored refrigerator) has had ice on the bottom -- at first just a little bit, and a few cubes that had fallen out of the ice maker -- for a while. We've had "de-glacier the freezer" on the to-do list for a while.

This morning (I think?) it hit critical, while I was -- ah, yes, it was this morning, because I was retrieving the frozen vegetables that I'd use in lunch -- searching around for something that turned out to be in the bottom drawer.

The drawers in this freezer are wire baskets with snap-on (and fall-off) plastic fronts. The bottom drawer was blocked from pulling out because the ice on the bottom was too high.

I grumbled, laid down the kitchen utility towel (one of the old ones with fraying and maybe a hole or two) and grabbed a knife for ice-pick duty. (My partner was unavailable for help, on some other unspecifiable but definitely important mission of internet mercy. Godspeed, friend.) Anyway, it would probably not have benefitted from two people. So I whacked at the ice for a while, and got it mostly on the towel. I tugged at the drawer.

The drawer shot out with surprising ease, given the big chunk of ice still attached to the bottom. I had words. I went for the cooler-bag.

It turned out that the ice sheet was attached to the basket by only a few wires, and once I figured out how to get it in the sink at the right angle, I was able to use hot water to get the ice off those wires. I left the larger sheet in the sink to thaw and drop its inclusions all over the sink, like boulders on a cleanly carved valley.

The ice had come out in one piece. There was still a little coming down the slanted surface of the bottom back, and a little more below the vent that disperses cold air or something. I swiped it out with a different kitchen towel that was due to be washed soon anyway, and reported back to my partner (after they emerged from their task).

The stuff went back in, a little more organized than it had come out, with a few things put in the fridge to thaw.

A generous double handful of the frozen mixed vegetables went in the frying pan, along with some bacon and potato. It would be slowly cooked into glorious lunch with cheese. A proper weekend brunch sort of item.

I found the strawberries I'd put aside when I got the big thing of them, frozen into a sullen frisbee sort of shape in the bottom of the round container. I pondered, tried chopping into it with a not-big-enough knife, then the brainstorm hit. I retrieved the largest of the melamine bowls (the ones with the lids) and popped the disc in.

Then I shook it.

A whole bunch of frozen strawberries make some gawdawful noise, being rattled like rocks against a hard surface, but it does tend to break them apart quite handily. I liberated a few to chuck in the food processor (an attachment for my stick blender, which I finally found at some late point in the packing, so it went in my Bachelor Kitchen Box) to turn into dust to grace the top of the lemon jelly. (Lemon jello plus shreds of frozen strawberry? RECOMMENDED.)

I also got some mending done this morning. There are some shirts that need their necks re-hemmed, plus under-layer shorts that had started blowing out at the crotch but were still otherwise in good shape. I had found one of the dismangled (a typo, but I'm keeping it) pairs of shorts, and sacrificed it for patches.

I will need to either repair my sewing machine (I dropped it while trying to get it set up) or locate the Sidewinder. The sewing machine still lights up and stitches, but something is awry in the bobbin winder. This is the second sewing machine that I've jacked up such that it won't wind bobbins anymore. Additionally, something else is wrong with the actual bobbin nest -- I believe some plate fell out. So it's harder to load, but at least it does still sew.

Kitten has decided that I am an acceptable surface to sleep on/against, and has started doing just that. It's cute, until I need to move, at which point she meows accusingly. Sometimes she settles back against me, and sometimes she stalks off and sits in her accustomed place on Partner. (Partner sleeps on their back, face up, sometimes guarding their bladder area with their hands against kitten massage even as they sleep.)
Saturday, August 12th, 2017 09:43 pm
Grateful! For cherries, for forecast rain and cooler temperatures (no, YOU'RE sobbing with relief), for bold lip colours.
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Saturday, August 12th, 2017 07:51 pm
UPDATE: This event is a no-go! Many thousands of people expressed interest in counter-protesting, most of the speakers cancelled, and Mayor Walsh released a statement that the event was not welcome here.

I expect there will still be a rally against Nazis and white supremacist terrorism that day, and also there are related things like a "teach-in" (presumably about direct action and safer protesting) referenced in links in comments.

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Some of the same groups that fomented white supremacist hatred and terror in Charlottesville today will be in Boston next Saturday.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TheNewRight/comments/6r4e3h/boston_free_speech_rally_august_19th/

(I'll be counter-demonstrating at noon, myself. Possibly with a sign saying either "Proud Race Traitor" or "Go back home to 1945" unless I determine it's more likely to get me killed.)
Saturday, August 12th, 2017 11:05 am
 Lots in my head.  Enough that I don't really know where to start.  Lots in my head but nothing that seems important, and I guess that's as good a place as any.  Bryan continually refers to someone as his "celebrity wife."  I have A Lot of Feels about that.  Feel Number One is a sense of inferiority; I will never measure up to Idina Menzel.  I shouldn't even try, really, because it's impossible.  I know that the term Celebrity Wife is entirely being silly and joking, but it bothers me anyway.  Things like "Date night with my celebrity wife (And Drew Harris)" make me feel awful.   Not really welcome, but tolerated because of who I am.  Like I said, not entirely rational.  

I very frequently feel like my feelings aren't rational, or that they're somehow "beneath" me.  Like I'm silly to feel how I feel.  Like hey it's just a concert and the idea of a date night with a celebrity wife is ridiculous enough that it shouldn't bother me.  I should not feel how I feel.  And I feel that way all the time.  Like right now, I'm thinking I shouldn't feel bad for feeling like I shouldn't feel how I feel.  See how ridiculous that is?  

Blah, when I started this I really did have a lot to talk about, but now it's all gone.  I'm suddenly very depressed, and that's not good.  an hour or so ago I was thinking how well the new meds are working; I haven't felt like this in a while, but now I feel like crying and/or going back to bed, despite the sun streaming in my window.  I won't, though, because I have my workout in 40 minutes so I have to leave in about 30.  I know I'll feel better after that, but right now I'm seriously ugh.

My internal voice (the actual voice of my thoughts) has a British accent currently, and that's because I've been watching a lot of youtube videos by a woman named Rebecca Brown.  She's fascinating, and her accent makes me happy.