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How sad is it that I'm looking forward to a normal week of no insane crowds in the store, no working the craft festival on the weekend, and being able to come home at the end of the day vaguely rested. Ugh. This weekend I am doing FUCKING NOTHING. And it will be glorious.

Ugh. On the plus side, I survived the fiber fair. I got all the edits done on ONE thing, which still leaves at least a couple more things to edit and get turned in eventually and Nano to prep for. I may have spent all of Saturday on that one thing, but I got the damn edits done. And after a while I probably could have safely said "just clean up these five things" but I wanted to be thorough. And not all of those instances of those five things were bad. Just most of them. Easier to put a guide so that it's more visible where things can be changed and where they can stay the same. And now I'm just babbling.

All the edits! Two more things for me to edit and turn in, one thing for someone else to edit and read over and such. And other than that, very little except Nano prep. I can do this. No, really I can. And no more fiber festivals, nothing but the mail order sale coming up. And Christmas to survive. I got some fibers that I may spin up and send out to people. Some yak, some angora rabbit/wool mix, some camel down, and some merino/banana/seacell (seaweed, folks) mix. In bright orange-red, pink-purple, and deep navy-green-teal mix. Oh you guys, that last one is so nuts. I cannot even tell you. One of these days, I will upload pix.

For now, I slog through another week and try to get all the writing work done. Oof.

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My brain seems to have shut down most of its function right now. Come back later for an introspective ramble on the money laundering that may be going in an anti-Muslim "non-profit" trying to shut down a mosque before it's built, and why I'm so much less surprised when conservatives pull this shit than when liberals do. And double standards in politics. And I'm exhausted just thinking about that.

Instead you get: Marry, Shag, Cliff.

inkandalchemy gave me: Jareth, Sherlock Holmes, John Constantine. There are no good choices there.
Marry - Sherlock Holmes. He, at least, is calm and stable enough to treat marriage as a social contract. We would negotiate terms, draw up a list of responsibilities, and conduct ourselves in a rational manner. When his bipolarism and drug addiction permit, but I expect he'd make a very civilized husband. Which is more than I can expect from the other two.

Shag - Jareth. He's hot. And we all know what his most famous feature is. Plus, out of the three of those, he would be the easiest to leave behind, being largely restricted to his own little pocket dimension or chaos realm or whatever it is. I'd just have to watch what I say.

Cliff - John Constantine. I wouldn't mind a shag with him, either, and I wouldn't mind too much being friends with him, but I like life. And his loved ones, or even people he brushes up against in passing some of the time, have a nasty tendency to end up dead. As badass as I can be, I harbor no illusions that sleeping with him would be a one-night or one-weekend stand as far as the forces around him are concerned. And marrying John Constantine is tantamount to mental and emotional suicide.

kikibug13 gave me: Caleb Danvers, Drustan, and Crowley (SPN or Good Omens) Argh.
Marry - Strange as it is to say, I think I'd marry Caleb. He's not so bad with the Sorcery that I'd be constantly minding him, I think. He's obviously well off, so I can write all I want. And I could deal with the magic heritage thing. And with New England. Massachusetts isn't a bad state. Also, dude. He's freaking hot.

Shag - Um. Um um. My Mark Sheppard fixation is winning here, sorry Drustan, that means you get the

Cliff - Bye bye, Drustan.

I seriously haven't had a day off since last Monday, and last week was insane at work enough. I really, really hope this week is quieter. I'm not getting a weekend this weekend either, because the my mother's former Welshman is going to be in town and wants to hang out. Oh joy. All I want to do is curl up in the apartment and sleep, and read. I have things I could be reading! And probably prep and spin, too. Maybe I'll get sick or something.

... I also might kill my mother for giving him my cell phone number and saying they would be happy to hear from you, but I might not. I don't answer my phone half the time anyway. Still. MOTHER. I was looking forward to ALL THE SLEEP. And all the spinning and reading. Maybe I'll get really lucky and he won't be able to do anything. Maybe. (OR, you know, I could remember that saying no is also permitted.)

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This is about as coherent as it's going to get at the moment. Earlier today I read a news article (A local newspaper in TN) about how a non-profit organization calling itself the Investigative Project on Terrorism Foundation paid somewhere between 3 and 4 million to the for-profit SAE productions (not sure what that stands for). This is nearly all of the IPTF's income. Both companies are owned and run by the same person and located at the same address. The non-profit generates funds by telling people they're in danger from Muslim terrorists and the owner of both says and seems to believe that 80% of the US mosques are run by terrorists. He also cites as proof of the evil of Islam their treatment of and denial of rights for women, and that it has no music and no art. Or that it denies both to its followers. This is apparently outlined in a book he wrote. A representative for SAE says it does not discuss its financing, but at least one foundation that only gives money to non-profits has given money to the Investigative Project... on the presumption that it was going to non-profits. There may also be tax-fraud involved. My extent of the law on this is fairly thin.

My original point from the earlier post was that when I read this article, my response was less of shock and more of oh, this again. Jerks. I wasn't surprised. I wasn't shocked so much as mildly surprised that they haven't been brought up on charges, either because there are no charges to bring or because no one can find the evidence. Which wouldn't surprise me. I certainly wasn't surprised to find vitriolic anti-Islamic sentiment based on incorrect presumptions connected to shady financial practices.

Which led me to wonder, why doesn't this surprise me anymore? Why doesn't this shock me? Why do these people, the bigots and the conservatives (social more than economic I think), provoke this response at least in me if not in others of, oh here we go again. Why are we no longer surprised or shocked when one of the loudly anti-gay religious/political/both figures turns out to be carrying on a sordid affair with a person of the same sex? Why do we react with more disgust to a Democratic senatorial candidate telling Obama to shove it than a Republican?

Do I just think this because I'm tired? Magic 8 Ball says It Is Very Likely.

It feels like liberals or Democrats or or people who are seen to hold these positions are held to higher standards because we're supposed to be the idealists. We're supposed to be the ones who are better because we believe people can be better. Or we believe in peace and love and everyone holding hands and loving each other. It feels like we don't get to be corrupt. We can be stupid or erratic, we can be tired and emotional (heh) but we don't get to be corrupt, greedy, or just plain bastards.

I don't know. Maybe I'm tired. Maybe there really is a liberal media bias, unless you're talking about the national (?) branch of Fox News, and they don't want to believe that their own can do wrong. More probably I'm tired.

Really, I think I'm just tired of being disappointed over and over again by humanity. And I need to go sit in my cave with my spinning wheel and be an old witch for a little while.

Oh, someone explain to me why football has opening credits, complete with music. I mean, really. Why?