Fail
It's 36 degrees today, but it feels more like 46 in my room. West-facing windows and afternoon sunshine fail, and hot!computer and hot!monitor heat generation fail. Earlier, my computer overheated and shut itself down, so now I have the fan blowing at the computer and not at me. So. Hot. Omg.
There have been a lot of summaries of the decade in the media - Top 10 books of the decade, the decade in film, best photos of the decade, etc. The one I'm reading now, which is making me squee all over the place, despite the heat, is AfterEllen's article on a decade of gay and bi women: Visibility Matters: Women Who Came Out in the '00s.
I've been angsting a bit, but looking at pictures of Angelina Jolie and Gro Hammerseng always puts me in a better mood. If I ever need to recruit 40 women to man woman my magical Viking longship, Angelina and Gro would definitely be on the crew. (Speaking of which, "My Magical Viking Longship" would be a great track no. 7 for our band, Pussyfail.)
Damnit. Mum just came in, and was like "What's your New Year's resolution going to be? You have a job now... how about finding a partner?" Fuck. This is the beginning. I know it. Asian parents, man. It always goes Education --> Career --> Relationships. Now that I've passed the first two, they're gonna be onto me about the last one. Dad mentioned it the other day too. *sigh* The ironic thing is - one of New Year's resolution /is/ to find a partner. Just not the kind they're thinking of.
Also, I'm pissed off now because mum's been yelling at me and passive-aggressively suggesting things ever since she got home today. I can't seem to do anything right. Gah. :-(