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This is so weird. Livejournal. Weird.
I haven't posted since October?
I have that job, it's kind of nice. Although I spend most of my time running around convinced that my co-workers hate me (because they obviously have convictions about things, Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now, whereas I?.) I do some research, but right before Christmas it was a lot of phone calls and prep for a demonstration (you know, a thing, a protest, an "action", a total freakout man) at City Hall. We gave the councilpeople slightly sarcastic Christmas stockings with signed petition letters inside. I addressed one of them as "Mrs. Krajewski" (LIKE AN IDIOT) but otherwise, fine, fine.
Now I'm supposed to be finding dirt on developers like a super spy, but all the reporters I called to copy off are apparently on vacation this week. How convenient for me.
I watched a documentary and now I know more than I ever wanted to about Daniel Johnston's life. I also saw this horrible romantic tragedy with Diane Keaton and Liam Neeson, it was almost okay enough and almost hilariously off enough to actually watch. All through it I was like "what is it about this movie, it's not quite bad, but it's definitely bad" and wouldn't you know, right at the end, the first credit onscreen is "DIRECTED BY LEONARD NIMOY". Someone also named the male lead "Leo". Disturbing.
My grandmother gave me a little talking angel bear for Christmas. It has shiny gold wings and says, "I'm your guardian angel. I'm your special friend" in a complete femme psycho voice (reverse ventriloquism bit, quite accomplished, by Emma, bulging her eyes out on "special friend" obviously.) I can never tell if my grandmother is being arch or not, but knowing my grandmother, probably not.
I haven't posted since October?
I have that job, it's kind of nice. Although I spend most of my time running around convinced that my co-workers hate me (because they obviously have convictions about things, Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now, whereas I?.) I do some research, but right before Christmas it was a lot of phone calls and prep for a demonstration (you know, a thing, a protest, an "action", a total freakout man) at City Hall. We gave the councilpeople slightly sarcastic Christmas stockings with signed petition letters inside. I addressed one of them as "Mrs. Krajewski" (LIKE AN IDIOT) but otherwise, fine, fine.
Now I'm supposed to be finding dirt on developers like a super spy, but all the reporters I called to copy off are apparently on vacation this week. How convenient for me.
I watched a documentary and now I know more than I ever wanted to about Daniel Johnston's life. I also saw this horrible romantic tragedy with Diane Keaton and Liam Neeson, it was almost okay enough and almost hilariously off enough to actually watch. All through it I was like "what is it about this movie, it's not quite bad, but it's definitely bad" and wouldn't you know, right at the end, the first credit onscreen is "DIRECTED BY LEONARD NIMOY". Someone also named the male lead "Leo". Disturbing.
My grandmother gave me a little talking angel bear for Christmas. It has shiny gold wings and says, "I'm your guardian angel. I'm your special friend" in a complete femme psycho voice (reverse ventriloquism bit, quite accomplished, by Emma, bulging her eyes out on "special friend" obviously.) I can never tell if my grandmother is being arch or not, but knowing my grandmother, probably not.