kittydesade: (don't panic)
Gaeilge )

Still needing way more sleep than I'm happy with, but at least today is better. The boy is home, we went out for dinner last night and had good italian food and I got mousse. Mmmm mousse. And finished the Tetsuo costume completely, with the addition of tackbacks and hook and bars on the cloak. So there's that. Can't be bothered with the arm this year, which is to say that I completely forgot I was building it until a couple weeks ago. Still, it wasn't meant to be a high-maintenance costume in the first place, so maybe that's for the best.

Dragh. And the house is all over laundry and crap again. Admittedly this is at least partly because the boy came home and neither of us had the energy to put it away last night. Maybe I can get him to do some of that picking up today, since he doesn't have to go back to work till tomorrow night. And the bathroom and office are still mostly clean. Bed's got clean sheets on it. But still dyaugh. Though, really, this place would probably be neater if I'd had any energy to finish the picking up over the weekend. Fucking illnesses.

Today! Finish up Gods and Monsters this week, which is only tidy up the conclusion of the last scene and add on the coda, and start next week's. Dear god, it might even happen. Tonight, finish up Huntress costume with the cloak and the hems and maybe start compiling Black Ice into things. Also, caps for the blog. And that ought to be enough to be going on with; if I finish that I can do some knitting or read over the other two things I mean to attempt to publish as e-novellas. Or something. Augh. What is this madness. This is not Sparta. I am lost.

AUGH WHAT NO WHAT BAD NO NOOOooooooooo... :(

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kittydesade: (fragile heart)
Русский язык )

I think that's all the time I have for Russian today, and I think tomorrow I really should figure out some verbs to do ahead of time. And on the other hand, complex construction is worth practicing anyway, so.

... and you know, anything else I could have had to say now pales in comparison to the Boston Marathon explosions, so I'm just going to leave these here.

Red Cross Boston Blood Donation
Mass General Donating Blood

And please remember that this just happened a few hours ago. News is still coming in.

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kittydesade: (never again is what you swore)
No. Today is not the day to talk about gun control.

Ten fucking years ago was the day to talk about gun control.

Today is the day to talk about how we can make up for an egregious lack of common fucking sense with regards to our medical care system, our mental health care system, our attention to our fellow man, common fucking decency, putting our love of things that go bang and rat-a-tat-tat above our love for our fellow human fucking beings, pushing people we think might be violently unstable off on the grounds that "someone else will help them," ignoring the problem because we don't want to make waves, a despicable lack of empathic long-term planning or looking at the consequences our wants are having on others, blaming the victims for not being armed themselves and failing to act in their defense against their own fucking murder, and not doing a goddamn thing to prevent this happening again. And again. And again.

Oh yeah, and gun control. I lied.

Never has my icon been so appropriate.
kittydesade: (fragile heart)
Deutsch )


Nooooooooooo Sarah Jane. Dammit, world.

I'm pretty sure my body is making up for having no PMS symptoms beforehand so I could enjoy the concert by having ALL OF THEM the first two days. Headaches, soreness, dizziness. Nothing overwhelming but goddamn I don't want to be at work. I don't want to be this busy at work. WITH one person out.

... Yeah, all in all, it hasn't been a bad day, but it's still a day for curling up and going "screw this, I'm hiding under the blankets." And making sugar cookies. There will so be sugar cookies fuck yeah.

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kittydesade: (history will teach us nothing)
It's like some bizarre cross between Risk and tabletop RPGs. Okay, everyone, that was a Total Party (haha) Kill, everyone roll up new governments.

I mean, seriously?? The Palestinian government is preparing to resign for elections, Tunisia's President quit, prompting a mass exodus that's driving Italy nuts, and they're already facing the righteous wrath of their women in the face of their President's asshaberdasherie. Yemen is going nuts, so is Bahrain,, both of them seem to be somewhat less ... polite? Lucky? Than Egypt. I've heard things about Saudi Arabia, but Syria may still be keeping its head down. Oh, and let's not forget Algiers. I just. I don't... I'm sure there's historical precedent for this somewhere, and if I think hard enough I can probably even find one, but it's 10.30 at night and my brain was about to shut down when Anna pasted me the bit about the Palestinian government and I choked on an Oreo.

And part of me is eager and hopeful and wants to see what comes of this. These are good things. Change is a good thing, democratic government that happens because the people want it and not because the United States of Jackassery decides that these countries need to be People's Democratic Republics of Whatever. It's a Trope, I'm serious, and I do not link you because that site is made of evil gravity, but it seems to be a trope and a tradition that the more synonym's for "free people" and "democracy" a country jams in the title, the less free it actually is. I'm pretty sure the US is to blame for a handful of them. Go covert ops. Anyway.

And then a part of me remembers what revolution really usually is. It's people getting angry, it's people in power getting desperate, it's people in power funding people with weapons to deal with the people getting angry, and a whole lot of pent up emotions and boiling over and eventually a whole lot of corpses. Sometimes not so many, but usually at least some. And then a whole lot of rebuilding. Even if you do win, even if it is somewhat peaceful, as Egypt does, there's still the recovery process. All that adrenaline in all those people easing down, and nothing comes with a quick fix. You can't just push a reset button. Trash still needs to be collected, criminals still need to be caught, the streets still need to be maintained. Children need to go to school, usually. Hospitals need to function, government hospitals, some of them. And these are all things that can't just stop because the government is being overhauled from the inside out. Which makes it even more complicated, and take even longer. Hell, we're still working on getting our own house in order, and we haven't even had a revolution in a couple hundred years. (Yet.) It takes time. And all that frustration, and all that desperation, it needs to go somewhere, right?

That's not even touching on the effect this is going to have on us in the United States, or other governments that, let's face it, are used to the Middle East and North Africa (among others) being a hotbed of soft dictatorship. We're used to having things be the way they've been for the last thirty years. Whatever happens, things will not be the same. And we have to deal with that. And given that at least in the US the split between parties and their policies just keep growing, I can only hope that we'll deal with that peacefully, diplomatically, and with open minds. Really, really hope.

And I guess what it comes down to is there is so much energy being ramped up in that area, all that energy has to go somewhere. It can overturn in chaos and panic and destruction, or we can somehow ride it all out as a planet of reasonable, interconnected people... interconnected in ways we've never been before. And manage to make this world a little better at the end of it.

I'm tired. I'm going to finish my writing and go to bed, I apologize if I've made some offensive generalizations with this post, I'm not thinking too clearly right now. Polite discussions are welcome, though I probably won't try to tag back till tomorrow morning.

Good god, y'all.
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日本語 )

I was going to make a post here about how I don't really know what to do when someone comments on a fic I wrote and says they've been hurt or offended or both by it, because I did X, Y, and Z, and I still don't. And eventually I'll come up with something that isn't crying or wanting to hide in the corner of shame and cover it all over like scat, or ... something. There were a mix of reactions. I'm trying to fix what I did wrong, and hopefully I will, but then I got distracted by this unbelievable mind-fuckery and audacity and misogyny.

A friend of mine posted this. I just. I. What. WHAT. NO. STAY THE HELL OFF PEOPLE'S BODIES. NOT YOURS. NOT YOUR PLAYGROUND, NOT YOUR PETRI DISH, NOT YOURS. STAY. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Her chosen excerpt from the article: At annual visits after the surgery, while a parent watches, Poppas touches the daughter’s surgically shortened clitoris with a cotton-tip applicator and/or with a “vibratory device,” and the girl is asked to report to Poppas how strongly she feels him touching her clitoris. Using the vibrator, he also touches her on her inner thigh, her labia minora, and the introitus of her vagina, asking her to report, on a scale of 0 (no sensation) to 5 (maximum), how strongly she feels the touch.... Poppas has indicated in this article and elsewhere that ideally he seeks to conduct annual exams with these girls....

This is the article by the doctor describing these procedures and this is a response from Psychology Today.

Christ. What the hell is it with today and... well, everything. California, you're pre-emptively on notice. California has not, as yet, done anything with or to Prop 8. And my comment notifications are still showing up late if at all. Ugh. On the plus side, did discover exactly how much of my Original Big Bang I have to have done by the end of this month. So there's that.
kittydesade: (fury)
Russian )

Somewhat hampered by the fact that I forgot to copy over all the instructions from the book when I left this morning, but hey. Hopefully I didn't do too bad. And this is one of those things where, if I did, the solution is pretty easy and involves repetition and memorization. A lot of it.

And in other news, the Tea Party has gone even more fucking batshit than they were already. It was one thing when they were calling themselves Tea Baggers and everyone with a modicum of savvy as to slang culture was laughing at them, but this is just ridiculous. In one news article I read that they were responsible for putting at least one purported home address for a Congressman online, thereby causing that person's home to be harassed day and night. And it wasn't even the guy's house, it was the guy's brother's house, with his four kids there. Windows have been smashed, death threats have been made. Calls have been made to some congressmembers' offices day and night so that they can't get a call out, which is a serious safety hazard if this violence escalates. Slurs of racist and homophobic nature have been levied.

And for what? Because the "people" don't want it? As far as I've read, around half (depending on whose numbers you look at) the people in this country are for this health care bill and think it's an excellent idea. Probably more than that are for some kind of health care reform, at least. Everyone wants to be able to go to a doctor for what may be a serious health concern without worrying about their medical bills. And right now, we can't do that unless we have insurance, and in some cases even if we do and just don't have adequate insurance. Because insurance costs are ridiculous. Because our health care system is fucked.

The rest of the first world is welcoming us into the 20th century. Not the 21st century, the 20th. Because we suck that much. Because the rest of the world has at least a basic standard of medical care available to all their citizens regardless of income or class bracket, and we're the only ones where you have to be rich in order to be healthy, or at least deliberately and willfully unhealthy. And the Tea Party is fighting tooth and ragged nail for our right to hurl ourselves back into the dark ages. What the hell, people? Are you really that stupid?

It's not even that I disagree with their point of view. I do, but I can see why they're upset about taxes and government spending supposedly running amok in a time of everyone bootstrapping it except the rich, and the divide between rich and poor ever growing. I can understand the frustration. But for crying out loud, why does that justify harassing people in such a way that makes their families fearful for their lives? How is it the congressman's fault that his brother's address was published instead of his own, and his house subsequently harassed? It's not his fault, dear Tea Partier, it's yours. You're the one going over there and threatening children. You're the ass in this picture, not him. Yes, this is a country that was founded on rebellion, but, you know what? The Declaration of Independence says "it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands". Not "It becomes necessary for one people to go smash the tyrant's houses and scare the shit out of his children." No. Not cool.

Actually, now that I'm thinking of the Declaration, let's go to one of my favorite parts that I still remember from when I had to memorize it as a kid. It's from the list of grievances that the colonies had against the King, and one of them that was my Grandmother's favorite and is mine, too, now, reads: "He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people."

Basically, dear Tea Partiers, he did the same damn thing that you cocksuckers are doing. You're the King in this picture, not the righteous colonists. You stopped being righteous when you started being violent, and threatening violence.

God knows this country has a history of rowdy protest. I lived in the Capital for years, I remember the crowds on the mall. But there is a major, major difference between people painting themselves colors, baring their breasts for peace, storming up and down the gravel and sand waving signs and playing really loud music. You know, the Folk Song Army. There's a big difference between that and throwing shit through people's windows and calling them faggots and niggers. Not. At all. Cool.

I know about being pissed off. Oh, the things I want to do to the fuckbrained sheepshaggers who are doing this. But you know what? I can at least pretend to be a civilized person and not do them. I can be pissed off, confine my rantings to the internet, not publish anyone's phone numbers or even names or parties, you'll note, in my rantings, and then maybe write my Congressman or the president asking for censure of the Congresspeople who are advocating or approving of this stupefying bullshit. Because yes, at least according to some sources I've read, there are Congressmen who are saying "Well, what did you expect? You voted for it. This is your fault."

No. No, this is not their fault. It is, indeed, the duty of a representative of a body of people to represent the points of view fairly. It is also the duty of that body of people to make their voices heard in a respectful manner. This shit is not respectful. This is bullshit.

It is also, I should say, and I know this has been brought up elsewhere on my friends' list, the duty of the representative to do right by their constituency. And maybe, since these are people who represent us for a living, just maybe they know better than me about some things? Because their job is to read the proposals, learn about the needs of their people, and then advocate for bills and laws that fill those needs. And they are supposed to do their research (including having staff to do it for them, heh, I would love staff to do my research for me) and use their best judgment. That's what we pay them for. I don't have time to read every single article of every single bill, translate it from legalese to a language I speak, and then argue in a very heated debate for my side. I'd never get any sleep! I have a day job, and I have to put food on my table and keep a roof over my head. Instead, I learn about our representatives and vote for one who I think will best argue for my needs and wants. Do I sometimes lose and get maybe the second or third best? Yes. Do I deal with it? Yes. God. How many of you Tea Partiers even voted? Maybe most of you, but why do I suspect there are those of you who haven't even done that much to secure your right to bitch.

In short, people who go after other people's homes and families with violence and death threats as a means to register their political disapproval are thick-headed fuck-ups, and I strongly dislike them. They can go suck diseased rotting cock.

(This tirade brought to you by the letters F, U, and by the morning news.)

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