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Ugh. UGH. Why is everything so ugh. Trump's entire fucking cabinet of horrors. Ugh. Why can't we have Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Horrors instead. They'd probably even do a better job of governing. I'd totally make Hellboy SecEd or something. Or the Faun! The Faun can be SecEd.
Don't even get me started in on North Dakota, but if ... Yeah, now that they're barricading and blocking supplies to them I don't know what anyone can do. Airlift? Drones? Surely there's human rights violations going on here but I don't know who or what has the power to stop them.
And speaking of assholes in power I am almost more angry with McCrory than I am with Trump, and I'm really angry with Trump. How many goddamn ways can you obstruct and delay and whine about the outcome of an election? It's over! You lost! The longer he delays conceding the greater the margin by which he lost grows, too, so that amuses me even more.
Nanowrimo is over. I squeaked in under the wire with a few wrist-destroying marathon writing sessions and ended up with maybe six or seven half-finished stories and one? two? finished ones but oh well. Fuckit. I'll keep working on them after and figure it out over the next month. Along with a shitload of stress knitting. It also, heh, this should say how stressed and behind on everything I am, it did not catch me up to my yearly word count goal. So now I need to finish that, and stress knit all the things, and finish out as many reading books as I can. Definitely not going to get to 100 books before the end of the year but maybe I can get to 50. I haven't been reading nearly as much as I wanted to the last couple months because... well, apparently my escapism has been taking the form of crafts lately, and it's harder to read than to listen to TV.
(And for whatever reason audio books and I don't get along. I can't process the solely audio input as well as I can the audio-visual input from TV, I keep realizing or at least feeling like I've missed parts of the book and then I have to rewind and it takes forever. Go figure. But curling up with a book and losing some time to that is easy.)
So it goes.
Don't even get me started in on North Dakota, but if ... Yeah, now that they're barricading and blocking supplies to them I don't know what anyone can do. Airlift? Drones? Surely there's human rights violations going on here but I don't know who or what has the power to stop them.
And speaking of assholes in power I am almost more angry with McCrory than I am with Trump, and I'm really angry with Trump. How many goddamn ways can you obstruct and delay and whine about the outcome of an election? It's over! You lost! The longer he delays conceding the greater the margin by which he lost grows, too, so that amuses me even more.
Nanowrimo is over. I squeaked in under the wire with a few wrist-destroying marathon writing sessions and ended up with maybe six or seven half-finished stories and one? two? finished ones but oh well. Fuckit. I'll keep working on them after and figure it out over the next month. Along with a shitload of stress knitting. It also, heh, this should say how stressed and behind on everything I am, it did not catch me up to my yearly word count goal. So now I need to finish that, and stress knit all the things, and finish out as many reading books as I can. Definitely not going to get to 100 books before the end of the year but maybe I can get to 50. I haven't been reading nearly as much as I wanted to the last couple months because... well, apparently my escapism has been taking the form of crafts lately, and it's harder to read than to listen to TV.
(And for whatever reason audio books and I don't get along. I can't process the solely audio input as well as I can the audio-visual input from TV, I keep realizing or at least feeling like I've missed parts of the book and then I have to rewind and it takes forever. Go figure. But curling up with a book and losing some time to that is easy.)
So it goes.