Among the more immortal phrases from my high school days, although I did not originate it.* Things have been rattling around my brain, none of them really related to each other.
Tomorrow morning I'm leeeeeeaving on a jet plane . . . for WorldCon in Chicago. I'll grit my teeth as Dance of Dragons wins the Hugo, and try not to boo. (I voted for a book I haven't yet read, just to express my displeasure with Martin.) I'll also get to meet some folks irl, as it is, that Chris and I have known though this internet thing for years, and get some books (only three, as I am not an asshole) signed by
seanan_mcguire. I'll try some panels: I'm expecting they'll be more on the order of college con panels (usually good) rather than Arisia panels (ask me sometime), but we'll see. It should be a good time.
One of the only good things about the Todd Akin flap is seeing how quickly other Republicans had to distance themselves from him. Progress?
What is with the trope seen in some authors that orgasm + true love = transformation of the soul? (Joss Whedon, I am not only looking at you and S2 Buffy). I mean, I'm cheesy enough to fall for true love = soul transformation if well-written, but the other part of it just leaves me quirking my eyebrows at page or screen and wondering about maturity, and I don't mean 'for mature audiences.' I can't describe examples without veering into various spoiler territories, but am I the only person who feels this way?
I've been thinking about C. more often lately. I wasn't entirely sure why, then K. and I were talking and I know it's because of the wedding planning - I can't look at the guest list and not see that hole, every time. I'm not so foolish as to try to reach out to her; she made her choices seven and a half years ago. She's not the only person I've known who's re-written her personal history to write me out of it. K may try to challenge that altered reality at some point (C only cut her out seven years ago, it was a staggered effort), but I won't initiate anything. But I keep seeing that absence, and unlike her I'm not going to try to make myself believe it isn't there.
*She didn't originate it either, but you know who really liked that phrase? C.
I was talking to Chris and then
ladderrat about wearing a rainbow bracelet in B&A's wedding photos, because I needed to still be me. And it's funny because sometimes I get this internalized biphobia and wonder if maybe I really am straight, like the world sees me because I'm in a heterosexual life partnership. And then something happens to make me realize that's ridiculous. (Sometimes all it takes is imagining claiming I'm straight - I'd be one of those girls. C'mon, Smithies, you know what I mean.) And the world is again full of sparkles and rainbows.
I did warn you this would be random.