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* I haven't time or mental energy to follow the ins and outs of the latest news from Syria or the Wall street protests, so I'm simply not going to try tonight.
I'm horrified that some protesters attacked a Men's warehouse as they are supporting the protests. Seriously, folks, don't be dicks.
* I have not looked into the details of the proposed financial transaction tax, but I like what I'm hearing. I'll tell you more when I know more about the implications. I do know we had one in this country for a long time and it looks to be raising revenue in a part of the financial system that isn't being properly taxed.
* I caught a pundit referring to Cain's campaign manager as "the smoking man." *snort*
* Lj wise, I'm still back in late October. As always, in these situations, if it's important, pm or email more, as I get them much faster. I have no expectations of being truly caught up until maybe December. For folks with their own emergent life disasters, I apologies for my slowness of response. I do care, I simply haven't heard about it all yet.
* With the rent emergency sorted out (assuming timing works out with various funds transfers), anything coming in now is earmarked for things like electric, phone, etc. I'll figure out which partial payments go where when I have the exact numbers at mid month. A week's breathing space may not look like much, but it's a huge help. Thank you Lurkitty, for the funds you have sent, which I plan to use to buy wiggle room on the key bills at mid month.
* Greenwick and I sorted and packed the bits of my room I don't need right now, as well as most of the canned goods and things like rice and flour. He's planning to come by tomorrow night to hopefully pack half the kitchen and as much of the office and living room I can handle without collapsing. (Why half the kitchen? I really need to be able to cook and eat both places as I've been struggle to get enough down on a given day.) Greenwick's help has been invaluable and I do not know how I'd manage without him.
I keep forgetting to turn on the stove for autoclaving. Doh!
The cats are now in high alert. There has been packing! Boxes everywhere! Mesting spots disturbed and new ones made! World ending! Sky falling! Panic! Panic!
After I took Greenwick home, I distributed goosh, because goosh is the most calming thing there is to stressed out cats. I've got plenty of goosh socked away over the last couple of months in expectation of this emergency, so there will be extra rations as needed. Hector's already too freaked out to eat much kibble and I don't want to stress his system more than is inevitable in a move.
* It's looking to be much harder to get moving help than we hoped, as apparently most of the plans involved me driving stick. I know, I know, I'm known for driving stick, but a van is not a man, and I hadn't the option to learn manual transmission until I'd been driving 15 or so years and I simply couldn't get the hang of it as my instincts are all wrong. *facepalm* This would be so much easier if I were able bodied and we had access to another vehicle or we had more friends up here. This would be so much easier if we had movers like originally planned.
I used to be able to move a whole apartment in two weeks, one to pack and one to unpack. In college, moving was a two day process I did twice a year. Now, I'm freaking out because I literally can't figure out how I can move the sofa and my bed and the dresser, desks, and tall shelf. I am scared if I try to lift an end and carry it down the stairs I will fall and likely drop the thing on my helper. It must be done somehow and I can not figure out anyway to do it that does not involve two able bodied people. I do not have two able bodied people, I have one , as it turns out.
I wish I'd kept up with the older gay dude's social group, but they meet Wednesdays and I have no car Wednesdays, so no gay cavalry to the rescue.
This whole move feels like one catastrophe after another.
* This pretty much captures my day: http://hungoverowls.tumblr.com/post/12301229049/look-its-been-a-long-especially-painful-day
* Flipping channels, I came across Purple Rain. It likely says more than you need to know about my teenaged relationships, that at fourteen, I really wanted to be Prince when I grew up. (Or Carmen. Yes, from the opera. But mostly Prince). Those poor neighborhood boys did not know what hit them.
* "Why we need a campaign against anti-GBLT bullying:" http://www.sparkindarkness.com/2011/11/why-we-need-campaign-against-anti-gblt.html
* Best President on trans Issues: http://transgriot.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-president-ever-on-trans-issues.html
All of these are important, but I'm betting cis folk have no idea why that no match letter thing is a big deal. It is extremely hard to change gender markers at a federal level. This meant that most people got outed by passports if they traveled internationally, but imagine for a second that you are an impoverished trans person, fired for transitioning and burdened with a large medical debt as happens to many of us who do transition. You must now find a job. You have your state ID with the right gender marker (if you are lucky enough to live in a state that doesn't forbid changing gender markers on driver's licenses). You ace the interview. They start processing your paperwork for hiring. They send in your tax info to the Feds. the Feds send them a "no-match" letter outing you as trans as part of the homeland Security thing. Despite not a single terrorist having gone through the long expensive and complicated process of transition, our government under George W. Bush has decided that outing trans folk to prospective employers was somehow a vital national security issue. At this point ,many employers suddenly decide you "aren't a good fit" and it's back to the job hunt again. If they don't there's a federal level paperwork hassle about the no match.
Yeah.
Think how much harder this bullshit made job hunting and how incredibly burdensome it was to every single trans person not above retirement age, independently wealthy, or working a government job in a rare trans friendly municipality like the one in which I live.
* I was so into these horseshoe crabs when I was little: http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/12252925204/horseshore-crab
I'm horrified that some protesters attacked a Men's warehouse as they are supporting the protests. Seriously, folks, don't be dicks.
* I have not looked into the details of the proposed financial transaction tax, but I like what I'm hearing. I'll tell you more when I know more about the implications. I do know we had one in this country for a long time and it looks to be raising revenue in a part of the financial system that isn't being properly taxed.
* I caught a pundit referring to Cain's campaign manager as "the smoking man." *snort*
* Lj wise, I'm still back in late October. As always, in these situations, if it's important, pm or email more, as I get them much faster. I have no expectations of being truly caught up until maybe December. For folks with their own emergent life disasters, I apologies for my slowness of response. I do care, I simply haven't heard about it all yet.
* With the rent emergency sorted out (assuming timing works out with various funds transfers), anything coming in now is earmarked for things like electric, phone, etc. I'll figure out which partial payments go where when I have the exact numbers at mid month. A week's breathing space may not look like much, but it's a huge help. Thank you Lurkitty, for the funds you have sent, which I plan to use to buy wiggle room on the key bills at mid month.
* Greenwick and I sorted and packed the bits of my room I don't need right now, as well as most of the canned goods and things like rice and flour. He's planning to come by tomorrow night to hopefully pack half the kitchen and as much of the office and living room I can handle without collapsing. (Why half the kitchen? I really need to be able to cook and eat both places as I've been struggle to get enough down on a given day.) Greenwick's help has been invaluable and I do not know how I'd manage without him.
I keep forgetting to turn on the stove for autoclaving. Doh!
The cats are now in high alert. There has been packing! Boxes everywhere! Mesting spots disturbed and new ones made! World ending! Sky falling! Panic! Panic!
After I took Greenwick home, I distributed goosh, because goosh is the most calming thing there is to stressed out cats. I've got plenty of goosh socked away over the last couple of months in expectation of this emergency, so there will be extra rations as needed. Hector's already too freaked out to eat much kibble and I don't want to stress his system more than is inevitable in a move.
* It's looking to be much harder to get moving help than we hoped, as apparently most of the plans involved me driving stick. I know, I know, I'm known for driving stick, but a van is not a man, and I hadn't the option to learn manual transmission until I'd been driving 15 or so years and I simply couldn't get the hang of it as my instincts are all wrong. *facepalm* This would be so much easier if I were able bodied and we had access to another vehicle or we had more friends up here. This would be so much easier if we had movers like originally planned.
I used to be able to move a whole apartment in two weeks, one to pack and one to unpack. In college, moving was a two day process I did twice a year. Now, I'm freaking out because I literally can't figure out how I can move the sofa and my bed and the dresser, desks, and tall shelf. I am scared if I try to lift an end and carry it down the stairs I will fall and likely drop the thing on my helper. It must be done somehow and I can not figure out anyway to do it that does not involve two able bodied people. I do not have two able bodied people, I have one , as it turns out.
I wish I'd kept up with the older gay dude's social group, but they meet Wednesdays and I have no car Wednesdays, so no gay cavalry to the rescue.
This whole move feels like one catastrophe after another.
* This pretty much captures my day: http://hungoverowls.tumblr.com/post/12301229049/look-its-been-a-long-especially-painful-day
* Flipping channels, I came across Purple Rain. It likely says more than you need to know about my teenaged relationships, that at fourteen, I really wanted to be Prince when I grew up. (Or Carmen. Yes, from the opera. But mostly Prince). Those poor neighborhood boys did not know what hit them.
* "Why we need a campaign against anti-GBLT bullying:" http://www.sparkindarkness.com/2011/11/why-we-need-campaign-against-anti-gblt.html
* Best President on trans Issues: http://transgriot.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-president-ever-on-trans-issues.html
All of these are important, but I'm betting cis folk have no idea why that no match letter thing is a big deal. It is extremely hard to change gender markers at a federal level. This meant that most people got outed by passports if they traveled internationally, but imagine for a second that you are an impoverished trans person, fired for transitioning and burdened with a large medical debt as happens to many of us who do transition. You must now find a job. You have your state ID with the right gender marker (if you are lucky enough to live in a state that doesn't forbid changing gender markers on driver's licenses). You ace the interview. They start processing your paperwork for hiring. They send in your tax info to the Feds. the Feds send them a "no-match" letter outing you as trans as part of the homeland Security thing. Despite not a single terrorist having gone through the long expensive and complicated process of transition, our government under George W. Bush has decided that outing trans folk to prospective employers was somehow a vital national security issue. At this point ,many employers suddenly decide you "aren't a good fit" and it's back to the job hunt again. If they don't there's a federal level paperwork hassle about the no match.
Yeah.
Think how much harder this bullshit made job hunting and how incredibly burdensome it was to every single trans person not above retirement age, independently wealthy, or working a government job in a rare trans friendly municipality like the one in which I live.
* I was so into these horseshoe crabs when I was little: http://lettersfromtitan.tumblr.com/post/12252925204/horseshore-crab