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+ The grant is submitted, so at this point there is absolutely nothing that can be added to my work to-do list. This is a good thing.

+ We brewed (I say that, but really A brewed today, a wheat IPA, while I cleaned), and smoked a brisket (beef: not my thing, but it's his, so whatever), and instead of being social, we're going to hang out at our house tonight. Friends are having a party, but one of the people involved pissed me off: last week he told me that my ink "looks nice in comparison to most prison tatts". Uh. Yeah. My response: you are drunk, so I'm going to point you toward your wife (who was also annoyed, b/c he was the designated driver for the evening) instead of shoving my beer and my fist in your face. I just. Yeah. Lots of people comment on my ink, people I know and strangers alike, and mostly it doesn't bother me; I'm patient about explaining what it means if they ask. But for an acquaintance to deliver what he probably meant as a joke in his drunk mind but came off as insult? When he's been semi-insulting to me about them in the past? No. I'm done. He can fuck right off.

+ Mmm, banana bread with pecans.

+ Tropic of Chaos by Christian Parenti. Interesting topic, but a book published by someone who writes for The Nation? I expect to be copy-edited well enough that the South American nation's name is appropriately spelled. Colombia, not Columbia.

+ NCAA lacrosse finals on my TV. MD/VA. Totally making me want to write more about Brad/Nate in the college AU. Y/Y/MFY?

+ Rafa/Nole tomorrow. Breakfast at Wimbledon? We might even have some strawberries to mix with cream.

+ Fireworks Monday at Tinsley Park. We'll probably hang out at the Flying Saucer beforehand, if anyone wants to meet for beers and then walk over by the Allen Parkway.

Why didn't anyone direct me to fuckyeahsurfers before? Seriously. Hello, inspiration.

From another tumblr entirely, ( this has held my attention for the last couple of days )


< /rambling >

< apply Walt's playlist >

+ When I was at Target buying kitty litter, the woman who runs the photo studio offered me a free session and a set of 8x10s if I would allow her to take some extra photos of my tattoos.

Uh, what?

And then she apparently told all her friends about my ink, because I was stopped by no less than four people on the way out the door, asking to see my arm.

I repeat: what?

+ The remake of Salem's Lot was on TNT today. Why? Why ruin a classic like that?

+ I am firmly convinced that MrIris is on a monthly cycle. Seriously, he is PMSing so hard today, and he did the same thing about 4 weeks ago. OMG, eat some chocolate, take a Midol, and stop bitching at me, okay?

+ VickyT, Gabe, William, and Alex Suarez, thank you for this.

I am feeling quite smug, almost insufferably so according to MrIris, and am likely to remain so for days. Why? Because I have BuzzFest tickets. (Yes, I know, I said so before. You're gonna get tired of seeing my squeeing. Fair warning.) And the show is sold out. Oh, yes, all 14k tickets gone in less than 24 hours one hour.

I am resisting the urge to pet the print-outs and hiss, "My preshusssss." But it's so very difficult, especially when I keep hearing the DJs tell listeners that the only way to get tickets is to win them, and to stop hanging out on the phone lines, because they clear them before each give-away.


New tattoo. AWAKE on the front of my forearm. When it heals, I might go back and get AWARE or BREATHE on the back.


Othello this afternoon. One of my least favorites of Shakespeare's works. I just… I get that Othello's been unaffected by love in the past, and that's why the loving not wisely but too well thing comes in, but please. He's a leader of men, has been, and he just takes Iago's word on everything? As a plot, it's got holes you could drive a semi through. Just, no.

But the set design was pretty awesome, and I really liked the juxtaposition of the modern industrial setting with the traditional costumes. And the lighting, especially in the last scene, in the bedroom.


Our cats are the weirdest kitties ever. We had leftover sushi and sashimi, so we brought it home. We cut up small pieces and offered it to the flealines, and they sniffed at it, then curled up in our laps. WHAT CATS DON'T LIKE TUNA? Especially sushi-grade tuna?


All-righty then. M'gonna go write the thing I've been meaning to write since, oh, Christmas.



How's everyone this fine evening?

Well, no. Nobody said it wouldn't hurt. Because a bunch of needles? Eventually will hurt, just a little, if only because the skin gets tender after repeated application.

But I forgot how much excess ink bleeds the first couple of days after a tattoo is applied.

I maybe shouldn't have had it done the same day I had my teeth ground and the next big change in the braces made. Because I am cranky when I'm feeling a lot of low-grade aches.