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 I...just got hit on. On LinkedIn.

I have no idea how to respond to this besides a hearty: WTF?

What a cute smile you have on here ( on a nice profile ) you look beautiful in such a way that intrigues everyone that views your profile. I was actually browsing through the list of my connections when I came across yours, pulsed and couldn't resist to say hi having seen such unique beauty.

I sincerely apologize for writing such personal message to you as I understand that this Professional Networking site prohibits it but just like I said, I couldn't resist to say hi. Please do you mind staying in touch?? I would love to know more about you. Please are you married?

Hope to hear from you soon.
WARMEST THOUGHTS.
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All ads that say "Thanksgetting is coming" can DIE IN A FIRE.
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The scene: Sabine is sitting at her computer, going through promotional emails.

Sabine: Hm. Email from Lion Brand Yarn. Ooh! Their Outlander collection is out! 

Sabine crosses her fingers that not ALL the cute patterns are knit only and that they're showing crocheters some love.

Sabine opens the email and looks at the first row of pictures.

Sabine: Oh, COOL! There's a knit AND crochet version of each pattern! Woo!

Sabine gets to the second row of pictures.

Sabine: What. The. Actual. FUCK. Is. This. Bullshit?!? No. Just NO. Lion Brand, YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME!! Why, WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! I JUST...COME ON PEOPLE! You had ONE JOB. ONE!!

Sabine continues cursing and deletes the email.

End scene.

But what, you may ask, was so infuriating about the email. Well, here's the link to the collection. Go peruse it. http://lionbrand.com/outlander.html

Spoiler for rantage )


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 The entry page just ate my very long entry about work and the past weekend. I'm not re-creating that thing.

The highlights:
  • Work is terrible. I haven't gotten to do the things I enjoy in a long time. I have to do the things I'm good at and the company needs, but that kill my soul a little more each day.
  • We went to the zoo on Saturday. It was super fun and we enjoyed it a lot.
  • We played with some fun stuff from my "Things to do without screens" book. If you mix baking soda, salt, dish soap, and water, you can make a kind of dough to play with. Then give the kids a squirt bottle of vinegar. Yay, science!
  • I sewed some of my new hacci knits into a sweater for Mom for xmas.
  • I played far too much of Hatoful Boyfriend. It's the most messed up dating sim in the history of the world. You're a human, hunter/gatherer, living in a cave, getting text messages, and going to school at a prestigious pigeon academy. You must romance the pigeons. If you don't romance pigeons effectively enough, Bad Things happen. I've played through 3 endings and have probably 4 more to go. It's gloriously messed up, but really only worth it if you buy it at 75% off. It's good value for $2.50. 
  • The summer is nearly over. Emi has her last ballet and swim lessons this week. Sunday-Monday are our Big Birthday Trip to Chicago. I'm not sure where all the time went.
  • Emi can be an overly dramatic pill. She can also be a sweet, loving, intelligent, creative kiddo. These are not mutually exclusive.
  • Ox not only knows the letters and that they can make sounds, but has figured out that words make sounds. And that Momma will say a word over and over if he keeps pointing at it. This is hilarious for both Momma and Ox. I thought he was going to either get the hiccups or throw up, he was laughing so hard tonight. This was right after he had me say QUACK about 20 times. 
  • My back and neck are very messed up. I have about 60% of my normal range of motion. Ugh.

Good enough, I think.

okay then

Jun. 27th, 2015 09:38 am
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Having become sick of some of my friends and family on Facebook bitching and whining about the SCOTUS decision, I decided to write a short rebuttal to them. I did it WITHOUT swearing. 

I'm extremely proud of myself for that.

What I wanted to say: This decision has fuck-all to do with your faith.
What I said: This decision has nothing to do with ANY church.

What I wanted to say: And if your church is so-called "Christian" but believes that "love one another as I have loved you" is a suggestion that only applies to people whose demographics match yours and woe betide anyone who doesn't measure up to your fucking impossible hypocritical standards...
What I saidYour church doesn't want to bless a marriage between two men or two women? Fine

What I wanted to say:
 You're being a fucking bigot because you think same-sex marriage is "icky", just like the lynchings and mobs considered interracial marriage "against God's law". I ASSUME you won't go stone YOUR KID because she married someone from a different race, but HEY, who am I to judge?
What I said:  We knew then and now that it was wrong to deny the legal freedom to marry to couples whose skin colors don't match.

What I wanted to say: You don't follow Christ. I don't know what god's speaking to you, but it's abso-fucking-lutely not Christ. EVEN CHRIST recognized the separation of church and state with that whole "Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's". Or did you forget? Also, if you're going to harp on the "one man, one woman" thing, but YOU GOT A DIVORCE, you're a fucking hypocrite and there's nothing you can say to change my mind on that fact. I'm pretty sure the words go something like "What God has joined, let no man put asunder". 
What I said: Why is it so hard to comprehend that it's wrong to deny this freedom to couples whose legal gender matches?

My statement wasn't long and had no profanity. It doesn't sound NEARLY
 as angry as I am with these fuckwits. Just...no. This doesn't threaten your marriage. This doesn't threaten your church. This doesn't change anything that came before except that now the government can't say that some citizens are more equal than others. 

Get a fucking clue. YOU'RE the VILLAIN in this scenario. I'm glad to see you're acting like it. Now either grow a pair and do some soul-searching, maybe read the words of the Christ you're so fond of claiming to follow, and then join us on our quest to actually take care of the sick, the poor, the outcast, and the abandoned. I'm pretty sure those are some of the groups that Christ wanted us to love and pay attention to (Matthew 25, in case you need the reference)

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 I have purchased my annual WorldCon supporting membership. I am beginning to think critically about my Hugo votes. I try to only vote for things I've actually read, not just things that sound real good or are by someone I recognize.

I am...perturbed by the slate this year. Many words by much finer authors than I have been written. I will attempt to compete in neither eloquence nor length.

I am a SF/F fan. Have been for a long, long time. I read widely and I read a lot. I am passionate about both the things that I love and the things that I dislike, as my Goodreads reviews would undoubtedly tell you.

I've never been to a WorldCon. I have too much social anxiety disorder for that to even seem like a fun time. There are few large gatherings that I can contemplate attending. Even TeslaCon or GenCon - where I'd probably have a great time - incite panic when I think about actually attending. Finances and children are handy excuses, but the heart of the matter is that I simply can't figure out how I'd go to one of these without being a mess before, during, and after. Not enough Xanax in the world.

I do, however, always buy a supporting membership to WorldCon. Have done for several years now. 

Why? It started when there was a story nominated for a Hugo. "Rat-Catcher" by Seanan McGuire. It's Tybalt's origin story and I NEEDED to read it. The only problem was that it was published in an anthology that I couldn't get my mitts on. But it was nominated for a Hugo and Scalzi started a project where publishers would provide copies of nominated works so that voters could make an informed decision. 

So, yes, I started out as a Hugo voter simply so that I could get one particular story in the voter packet. Shallow? A bit. Worth it? Completely.

Since then, I keep buying a supporting membership. I like the illusion that my opinion will help someone win a Major Award. I like having the opportunity to read the best of recent fiction - especially the novellas and short stories that I normally wouldn't come across.

And now we have this year. And this slate of nominees. And for the first time, I feel cheated. $40 is a fine price, but this year it feels like a rip-off. I *don't* want to read most of what's likely to be in the packet. I *want* to vote NO AWARD in several of the categories, just by looking at the authors.

This isn't my fandom. This isn't what I wanted to happen. I nominated my favorite things - and one of them's on the ballot - but this just makes me sad. 

I get the feeling of being left out of a popularity contest. Really, I do. I get passed over for awards at werk while newer folks get recognized for what feels like lesser work. Popularity never works in my favor. 

But, even though my feelings are hurt, I don't understand the desire to break the award system. I'd rather keep working and keep doing the best that I can do and hope that it's seen than have someone game the system. Popularity may not be fair, but it's more fair than the alternative.

I just...am sad. SF/F fandom was supposed to be a place where we can shout about the things we love, find other people who love them too, and not have evil to contend with. Evil was supposed to stay on the page, not out in the open. 

I'm going to curl back up with a book that I love and try to not think about this for a bit.

Also, in case you were wondering, "The Goblin Emperor" is clearly the best book in the Novel category. If your tastes are more SF than F, "Ancillary Sword" will probably be your vote for best novel. But, still, that's my opinion for this popularity contest. And your opinion is more than welcome to not be the same as mine.
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Today - Unexpectedly working from home. I left the house at 6:30 and sat at the bottom of the big hill on the only plowed road between my town and work. I sat there for an hour. Finally, someone coming the other way stopped to say that they were just turning people around and the road was closed. I was going to try to go in around 11, but then was on the phone with people and deep into figuring out some things and now it's afternoon and I'm still at home. This sucks.

No idea if I'm going to dance class or not. Not sure what the roads are like now and what they'll be like late tonight. Blast.

Yesterday - Got a lot of sewing done. Made a cardigan for my mom and another Bimaa shirt for Emi. I used the cowl neck variation this time. She's not sure about it, since it's kind of a weird line. It's really cute, though, and she seems to like it. I also did a ton of laundry, as per usual on Sunday.

Also, got thoroughly disgusted by first the snow flurries and then the intense snowfall. Stupid Wisconsin in spring. Grrr.

Saturday - Thought I was going to have to do some work in the evening, but my coordinator for the organization decided not to have minute-by-minute updates. Stayed up too late as a result, but it was okay. Didn't really do a whole lot of importance, but had a lot of ennui. I did some reading (Prudence by Gail Carriger) and taped together some patterns, but didn't have a whole in the way of accomplishments.

Friday - Left work a little early on a gloriously warm and beautiful evening. FINALLY got my bangs trimmed and went to the spa to get my face wash and make an appointment for post-workshop. Emi had her Girl Scout meeting where she had to turn in ALL the cookie money, so I had to count and recount what I had to make sure we had the right amount. I ended up covering for three people who hadn't gotten me the money in advance, but whatever.

While Emi was in Girl Scouts, I went over to Culver's and had a scoop of custard and read my book. I decided I didn't want to hang out at the meeting - letting Emi have something on her own - and I didn't want to go home. It felt good, especially on such a beautiful evening, to do something just for me.

----

So, yeah, I'm disgusted by the snow today. Now I have work, so I don't have as much ennui, but I really don't want to do anything. I just want to go downstairs and sew, but in this mood, I'm likely to make critical mistakes. Mistakes with a serger usually mean re-cutting the fabric, so, yeah. I'm not sure about that.

But I have a box of Girl Scout Shortbread (Trefoils) that are ALL MINE. And I have tea. And when I get to 8 hours, I can stop working, hug my kids, and then sew or read my current bodice ripper. Then maybe brave the roads and go to dance. Or just sleep.

oh god

Feb. 26th, 2015 12:48 pm
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Someone down the hall from me is singing country love songs. Loudly. Extremely off-key.

...and someone down the other side of the hall from me is now retaliating by a deep bass beat.

This is not conducive to work. Argh.
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  • When person A goes into a long, rambling question with lots of description and then gets huffy when she doesn't get an answer immediately. Today's example, 2 seconds after finishing her statement, "I thought there were lots of Evil Empire people on the phone, but I'm just getting dead air. Can't anyone give us some advice on how we can accomplish this?!"
  • Then, person A goes back and interrupts when someone asks a clarifying question to get the right person to answer. And then person A gets huffy when the exact right person happens to not be on the call.
  • Person B who wants the previous discussion repeated because "I was multitasking".
  • Please advise.
  • Having the discussion on the call be completely different from the agenda/stated purpose of the call when we all accepted.

Grr.
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Forgot to restock my purse Emergency Xanax again. Bad plan, past me. Bad. Plan.

From 8-5 today, I was pre-scheduled for 7 hours of meetings. And then, of course, I've had several other phone calls, OMG!CRITICAL FIX IT NAWO things, and a myriad of smaller concerns. This doesn't bode well for sanity for me.

Forgot my water bottle again. Fuck.

Sitting at my desk on the phone, I keep getting really dizzy. I had a tasty lunch, but probably haven't been drinking enough water. This is distressing and upsetting.

My head is pounding and has been since I arrived at work. This is distracting and upsetting. I try to stretch out my neck, since I know the constant pressure and shouting is making me more and more tense.

I want to go home and work on a new dress. I want to get my To Be Sewn queue down far enough that I can work on the commission a friend handed me. I want to have spare brain cycles for updating my various Storium games. I want to sleep and not wake up over and over through the night. I want to not be so chubby, but I lack the willpower to not snack. I want to not feel guilty about wanting these things. I want to snuggle my kids without a bedtime battle first. I kind of want to throw up.

I want this phone call to end so I can go get more water so I can take some Tums. I want this phone call to end so I don't have to listen to these people any more. I don't want to check my voicemail in between my next two calls.

I want to jettison half of my responsibilities at work. I want to take on new, exciting, and WAY MORE FUN responsibilities, but I haven't the time or energy. I want my TL to act on this instead of just saying that we're in a tight transitional period and it's not possible right now.

I want my new meds to work better than my old meds. I want this med transition to go well. I want my wrists and thumbs to stop hurting.

I want Ox to talk. I want to hear what my boy's thinking about. I want Emi to love Kindergarten and not hate it because she'll have to get up early.

I want to not be freaking out about traveling this weekend for work. I want everything to go well so that I don't have to be awake for 30 hours straight. I want to go to the shiny store. I want to sleep and I want to visit with my favorite people there, not with the ones who've been making my life hell this week.

I want my PMS to wrap itself up already and my uterus to figure things out.

I'm tired of this. As may well be imagined.
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  1. Grandpa is doing better! He's alert and communicating and excited about PT. It's also his 80th birthday today, so that's a thing.
  2. My work calendar is insane. I really hate being on calls continuously from 7:30-11, a meeting away from my desk from 11-12, then an OMG!BURNING DOWN call from 12-?, and a scheduled call from 1-2. FML.
  3. I wish McDonald's had an extra-large coffee option. I couldn't justify carrying in two large cups, but DAMN was I tempted. I feel like less of an addict when I have one jumbo cup, as opposed to two cups that are equivalent in volume.
  4. I caved and got a cinnamon roll when I got to work. They have awesome cinnamon rolls at the cafe in my building. Mmm. Cream cheese frosting.
  5. I didn't use the exercise bike this morning. I really should be using it every day except Monday, but haven't been good/consistent about it. This makes me feel like a slug and a failure, even though my worth is not dependent on exercising. WTF, jerkbrain? W. T. F?
  6. I've stepped away from dystopian fiction back into the world of zombies. It's a refreshing change.
  7. As usual, 7 is missing. I don't know where 7 is.
  8. At some point this spring we're going to go down to Chicago for the day to go to the big aquarium. In June, we're having a mini vacation in Des Moines. In October, we're going to New Mexico for a wedding. In November, we are commanded to be in western Iowa for my grandparents' anniversary party. None of these are a tropical cruise with fruity drinks. I doubt any of these will be relaxing.
  9. The county coordinator for early childhood development is coming to our house this afternoon. Downwood will fill out a giant pile of paperwork and she'll play with Ox to see exactly how far behind he is in language development. Then we'll get a case worker assigned who will come to the house to help Ox finally learn to talk. Yay!
  10. I'm hungry. And stuck at my desk. Sad panda me.

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