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Aug. 17th, 2013 01:52 pmAn awesome AWESOME Anime Opening Credit. YEah, it starts off with Star Wars - keep going. :)
http://youtu.be/8qTaW7LRW9o
http://youtu.be/8qTaW7LRW9o
Aug. 17th, 2013
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Aug. 17th, 2013 01:53 pmCOMPANION
All of time and space?
THE DOCTOR
And Music!
COMPANION
Music?
THE DOCTOR
Music! What kind do you like?
COMPANION
Stuff my mum used to play. Oldies. 70s...80s....
The Doctor suddenly whips around the TARDIS console, flipping switches and turning dials. A familiar sound of the ship in flight echoes through the chamber and suddenly come to a stop.
COMPANION
What was that?
THE DOCTOR
Out that door, it's 1975.
(beat...companion isn't getting it)
Every radio station out there is an oldies station.
--Exhibit A in "Why I Should Write for Doctor Who" by Jenn Dolari, Age 8.
All of time and space?
THE DOCTOR
And Music!
COMPANION
Music?
THE DOCTOR
Music! What kind do you like?
COMPANION
Stuff my mum used to play. Oldies. 70s...80s....
The Doctor suddenly whips around the TARDIS console, flipping switches and turning dials. A familiar sound of the ship in flight echoes through the chamber and suddenly come to a stop.
COMPANION
What was that?
THE DOCTOR
Out that door, it's 1975.
(beat...companion isn't getting it)
Every radio station out there is an oldies station.
--Exhibit A in "Why I Should Write for Doctor Who" by Jenn Dolari, Age 8.
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Aug. 17th, 2013 01:53 pmI wrote about in my book that very early in my transition I came across a young adults "True Ghost Stories" of Hollywood kind of book that had a transgendery story in it.
I believe the book was called "True Ghost Stories of Hollywood" and one of the stories invovled the ghost of a former house owner (apparently named Jacqueline) not just haunting the new houseowner, but posessing him and trying to turn his life into hers.
I can't seem to find the book anywhere, and while I'm sure it's a throwaway young adults books, I'd really like to find a copy.
Can you help my find this book, Doctor Internet?
I believe the book was called "True Ghost Stories of Hollywood" and one of the stories invovled the ghost of a former house owner (apparently named Jacqueline) not just haunting the new houseowner, but posessing him and trying to turn his life into hers.
I can't seem to find the book anywhere, and while I'm sure it's a throwaway young adults books, I'd really like to find a copy.
Can you help my find this book, Doctor Internet?
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Aug. 17th, 2013 01:54 pmMy phone is dead again, and this time I'm not going to try to resucitate it. I've got a replacement coming this weekend, my parents used phone. That will get me back in the loop.
I've also now got ANOTHER laptop, from Alison. She will wither be Tetra, Saria or Malon. Maybe even Shiek The new phone? What else could it be: Navi.
I've gone from having a wonky phone and no laptop to no phone and two awesome laptops.
I've also now got ANOTHER laptop, from Alison. She will wither be Tetra, Saria or Malon. Maybe even Shiek The new phone? What else could it be: Navi.
I've gone from having a wonky phone and no laptop to no phone and two awesome laptops.
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Aug. 17th, 2013 02:10 pmToday, during the sentencing phase of Bradley Manning's trial, he was outed as transgendered.
I'm not sure what the reason for the outing was...the defense trying to say she leaked the info because of the pressure of being trans in the miltary, or the prosecution trying to say "Look at the freak, put him away." I don't believe either to be the real reason for the leak...but there's something about the picture going around that's haunting me.
While I've accepted myself and even celebrated what I've become over the last almost thirty years, for a long time as I was realizing I was trans, there was a very deep struggle in my mind. The more I tried to be male, the more I was pulled to be female. For every pull in the tug of war, I was dragged the other way just as hard. There were times when I lost that war.
It was almost like a smoker trying hard not to smoke. I'd do what I could to NOT cross dress when I was alone. To try and get through another day without it. Not because I had a fetish of wearing women's clothing, but because I was trying to deny a truth that I'd convinced myself was a lie.
And there were times when I succumbed. It's hard to describe what that tug-of-war loss really felt like. The need to express what I really was to myself - to be a woman even if only for an hour or two. And when I did it, I'd look in the mirror, not with the look of "Oh, look, I'm a girl!" but a look of "I can't believe I lost the struggle. That I need to do this. That I'll always need to do this."
That picture is that look.
http://www.advocate.com/politics/military/2013/08/15/bradley-manning-sent-photo-doc-letter-titled-my-problem
I'm not sure what the reason for the outing was...the defense trying to say she leaked the info because of the pressure of being trans in the miltary, or the prosecution trying to say "Look at the freak, put him away." I don't believe either to be the real reason for the leak...but there's something about the picture going around that's haunting me.
While I've accepted myself and even celebrated what I've become over the last almost thirty years, for a long time as I was realizing I was trans, there was a very deep struggle in my mind. The more I tried to be male, the more I was pulled to be female. For every pull in the tug of war, I was dragged the other way just as hard. There were times when I lost that war.
It was almost like a smoker trying hard not to smoke. I'd do what I could to NOT cross dress when I was alone. To try and get through another day without it. Not because I had a fetish of wearing women's clothing, but because I was trying to deny a truth that I'd convinced myself was a lie.
And there were times when I succumbed. It's hard to describe what that tug-of-war loss really felt like. The need to express what I really was to myself - to be a woman even if only for an hour or two. And when I did it, I'd look in the mirror, not with the look of "Oh, look, I'm a girl!" but a look of "I can't believe I lost the struggle. That I need to do this. That I'll always need to do this."
That picture is that look.
http://www.advocate.com/politics/military/2013/08/15/bradley-manning-sent-photo-doc-letter-titled-my-problem
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Aug. 17th, 2013 02:11 pmMy day is almost up, and there's still stuff to do, and I won't be getting back on for a fe wmore day after today. A quick State of the Jenn:
LIFE:Life has been HECTIC. Last week, Dean came down to pack up as much of his stuff as he could in three days to take to PA. Not everything went. A lot was trashed. It was a very hectic and stressful time for everyone. After he left, there were a few short days before I started work...and then Allison came by that wek from Canada...and while that was fun, it was still not conducive to de-stressing (it was a fun stress, though). Today's my only day "off" as I'm heading to see the folks this weekend. I'm hoping to have a little bit of de-stressing, but I doubt there'll be much. I feel like a big bundle of energy right now, and I sure could use a vacation already. Apartment hunting is over, with a place near the Arboreutum winning out narrowly over the other place in the arboreutum up the street. 25 minute commute via freeways. 20 if I stay off them.
WORK: Work is good. I'm already more qualified to do it after four days of training than the webhosting job. I wasn't sure if it would work, but the more I got into it, the more I realized it was going to be okay. I have a gorgeous office with 180 degrees of windows (a welcome change after 16 years of cubes). It's at the Department of Transportation, which someone said "You're a road geek, you're working ANOTHER dream job." I wouldn't call it a dream job after Nintendo, but at the same time, it IS road related. I have to work state holidays, but as the people I'm supporting AREN'T working state holidays...I should bring a book. There is one problem - my manager. She seems to be a nice person, a decent trainer, and very helpful. But if you give any pushback at all, even a little, she gets visibly angry. My first impression of her was browbeating some techs setting up a classroom for someone elses class...and then being visibly embarassed when they showed her she'd booked it wrong. While she's very patient with me slowly getting up to speed against other techs who already have active directory training and are up to date on everything (five years of game support left my PC skill rusty), any suggestions and advice get a stern and rigid just-this-side-of-yelling response. I've taken to doing what I want without letting her know. Usually, I don't mind working for managers who don't like what I do, or reject my suggestions and ideas. I've worked in technical support for 16 years - I'm totally okay with that. It's the ones that take it personally that get into vendetta wars with you when they think you're better than them that make it bad (looking at you, Wincor...and Speakeasy). I'd hate to leave because of a person, instead of a job (looking at you, Wincor).
PLAY: While the time with Dean was crazy making...I had a blast seeing the dude again. We had a few nights of Pinballz, and even an all day trip to San Antonio. And I got to do it all again after Alison came down. It was good to finally meet her after 20 some years. Because of work, I didn't spend as much time as I'd like, but I did give her people and places to see, made sure she had some decent Mexican and BBQ. And a lot of talk. There's a lot to say in person that's welled up over 20 years. And it was a good talk. Video game wise: I haven't done a damned thing.
And now, I'm going to take a breath and dive under the water for the next few days. I should be back to normal soonish. If not, September.
LIFE:Life has been HECTIC. Last week, Dean came down to pack up as much of his stuff as he could in three days to take to PA. Not everything went. A lot was trashed. It was a very hectic and stressful time for everyone. After he left, there were a few short days before I started work...and then Allison came by that wek from Canada...and while that was fun, it was still not conducive to de-stressing (it was a fun stress, though). Today's my only day "off" as I'm heading to see the folks this weekend. I'm hoping to have a little bit of de-stressing, but I doubt there'll be much. I feel like a big bundle of energy right now, and I sure could use a vacation already. Apartment hunting is over, with a place near the Arboreutum winning out narrowly over the other place in the arboreutum up the street. 25 minute commute via freeways. 20 if I stay off them.
WORK: Work is good. I'm already more qualified to do it after four days of training than the webhosting job. I wasn't sure if it would work, but the more I got into it, the more I realized it was going to be okay. I have a gorgeous office with 180 degrees of windows (a welcome change after 16 years of cubes). It's at the Department of Transportation, which someone said "You're a road geek, you're working ANOTHER dream job." I wouldn't call it a dream job after Nintendo, but at the same time, it IS road related. I have to work state holidays, but as the people I'm supporting AREN'T working state holidays...I should bring a book. There is one problem - my manager. She seems to be a nice person, a decent trainer, and very helpful. But if you give any pushback at all, even a little, she gets visibly angry. My first impression of her was browbeating some techs setting up a classroom for someone elses class...and then being visibly embarassed when they showed her she'd booked it wrong. While she's very patient with me slowly getting up to speed against other techs who already have active directory training and are up to date on everything (five years of game support left my PC skill rusty), any suggestions and advice get a stern and rigid just-this-side-of-yelling response. I've taken to doing what I want without letting her know. Usually, I don't mind working for managers who don't like what I do, or reject my suggestions and ideas. I've worked in technical support for 16 years - I'm totally okay with that. It's the ones that take it personally that get into vendetta wars with you when they think you're better than them that make it bad (looking at you, Wincor...and Speakeasy). I'd hate to leave because of a person, instead of a job (looking at you, Wincor).
PLAY: While the time with Dean was crazy making...I had a blast seeing the dude again. We had a few nights of Pinballz, and even an all day trip to San Antonio. And I got to do it all again after Alison came down. It was good to finally meet her after 20 some years. Because of work, I didn't spend as much time as I'd like, but I did give her people and places to see, made sure she had some decent Mexican and BBQ. And a lot of talk. There's a lot to say in person that's welled up over 20 years. And it was a good talk. Video game wise: I haven't done a damned thing.
And now, I'm going to take a breath and dive under the water for the next few days. I should be back to normal soonish. If not, September.
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Aug. 17th, 2013 02:12 pmThere is a bit of ew TMI to report. Something that's been on my mind a lot lately. Might want to skip this one if you've just had your dinner.
I actually have something I've been suffering with for about a decade. It began when I was at Wincor, and seems exacerbated by stress. I have flat warts. I don't know how they started, but I do know that stress (hence, Wincor) causes them to spread like wildfire. The first two warts showed up on my elbows. And every time I go through stressful situations, they flare up and spread. And they never ever go away once they've spread.
I've seen doctors who prescribe meds (they're too wide spread to just ice them out), and they do work, until I lose my insurance, and they don't just come back, but they come back with a vengeance.
The diabetic crisis stress were the first time that the warts spread off my elbows and started hsowing up on my hands and feet. I've been fighting them for a long time now, but in the end, I'm failing miserably. The recent stresses of the job, Dean and Alison's trips, the new job, the failed job have cause them to spread again. They're all over my hands my upper arms, my ches, legs and now I have one on my breast. And the thing is, the flare up goes away, but they never do.
This is adding to my stress like crazy these days. And becoming a bit of a vicious cycle. One reason I'm hoping I can stay at this job is not just that they're throwing money at me...but that I can afford to see a dcotor again so we can fight this stuff off. (Did you know my job offers ZERO benefits? NOT A SINGLE DAMNED ONE).
I really REALLY need a vacation.
I actually have something I've been suffering with for about a decade. It began when I was at Wincor, and seems exacerbated by stress. I have flat warts. I don't know how they started, but I do know that stress (hence, Wincor) causes them to spread like wildfire. The first two warts showed up on my elbows. And every time I go through stressful situations, they flare up and spread. And they never ever go away once they've spread.
I've seen doctors who prescribe meds (they're too wide spread to just ice them out), and they do work, until I lose my insurance, and they don't just come back, but they come back with a vengeance.
The diabetic crisis stress were the first time that the warts spread off my elbows and started hsowing up on my hands and feet. I've been fighting them for a long time now, but in the end, I'm failing miserably. The recent stresses of the job, Dean and Alison's trips, the new job, the failed job have cause them to spread again. They're all over my hands my upper arms, my ches, legs and now I have one on my breast. And the thing is, the flare up goes away, but they never do.
This is adding to my stress like crazy these days. And becoming a bit of a vicious cycle. One reason I'm hoping I can stay at this job is not just that they're throwing money at me...but that I can afford to see a dcotor again so we can fight this stuff off. (Did you know my job offers ZERO benefits? NOT A SINGLE DAMNED ONE).
I really REALLY need a vacation.
