Ah, the lurgy, it is to be dreaded.

I so love that word. Totally stole it from nicci_mac.

I don't get sick often anymore. I've been using the neti pot *link goes to youtube video demonstration* and have been feeling really much happier and more alert. I was so excited about not getting sick anymore that when my throat started to be itchy I was kinda let down. Still, my lurgy seems to very mild by comparison so, yeah.

I have the day off, luckily and I'm on my sofa drinking very fine english tea with organic brown sugar and watching S3 of Due South. And it struck me how very lucky I am to have all this and how it is very snuggy to be home and not have to work and get to watch Fraser and Ray K and hear the opening music and feel the swell of love and comfort.

I haven't been posting a lot lately though I've been reading. Some very nice stories coming in to j2_everafter, the wall-e story is particularly lovely. I've been following the J's movies and even saw My Bloody Valentine with friends and enjoyed it. Will be seeing Friday the 13th this weekend. So, fannishly, I'm putting my time in.

I'm mostly not posting because I'm still digesting all of the posts in RaceFail09. If you want to follow it, though there are literally TONS of posts so good luck, you can trace the course through rydra_wong who has put in a herculean effort tracking the links. Also, of note, the post titles she's come up with are very clever. I don't have anything of note to add, yet, because I'm still in the 'listen more than you talk' mode. Because as Parker said through Spenser, I never got in trouble keeping my mouth shut. I cast around looking through links and trying to understand, trying to 'see' my own inability to see what, as a privileged person, I have a lifetime of practice 'not' seeing. So I finally settled on Tim Wise' book Speaking Treason Fluently. So yeah. That's not to say that I haven't run through literally hundreds of essay type posts on the issues. I practice them and then trash them, unposted, because, still nothing new there and the more pants I try on, the more I find the pants don't fit or are assless chaps masquerading as pants. In conclusion, I don't know if I'll ever post on it, but I am reading and listening.

I'm moving. Again. Which is good, I hope but like all moves, it's a crapshoot. The new place is a house near Silverlake but closer to Atwater Village. I like the area I'm just hoping the new roomy sitch works out.
It's less rent though so I'll be saving more. The simplicity thing is moving from voluntary to involuntary at a pretty fast clip. It's surprising to me how difficult it is to simply get rid of stuff. Even though it's stuff I haven't even unpacked from two moves ago and I don't even know what's there or if I NEED it. Which if I did, doesn't it stand to reason that I'd have looked for it and used it by now? Still, letting them go, even thought I'm desperate to, is still damn difficult. I am not my stuff. Or rather, I'm trying not to be my stuff but it's really haaaarrrd. *whines*

Personal notes: Jenlev, I love your photos. Seeing them is like having winter in a land that knows no winter. Also, I'm so jealous of your new crow friend. Reading your journal always feels like coming home. ;)
Nutmeg3, darling, a lot is going on for you and I read your posts and just hug you in my mind. I'm so happy for your new opportunities. And I sympathize with your losses. Also, I love your glider posts. ;) Ginmar, your bravery and insight always inspires me.

Totally random notes: The three shows I totally love have black retro cars: Supernatural = Impala, Burn Notice = GTO, Due South - GTO. Sigh. Black cars are still the coolest. All my shows say so.

Go in peace, cfj.

After a Day of Television

I'm totally done with:

Doing anything 'like a little/school girl'. Seriously. Find. Another. Analogy. One that is a little less offensive.

The total lack (read: complete wasteland) of intelligent programming on broadcast television.

Any discussion of the mom who had eight babies. Really, it's her fucking business. Both how she did it and how she'll handle it now. Why do we feel that openly discussing a women's reproductive choices is not only okay but necessary? I think we have a LOT more pressing problems to deal with than this woman.

Chris Brown. There. Is. No. Excuse. Period.

Confessions of a Shopaholic.

Fear. I'm so done with fear. Fear of getting your taxes wrong. Fear of lashes that aren't long enough. Fear of buying jewelry at the wrong place. Fear of missing something. Fear of fat. Fear of not getting on American Idol. Fear of giving off the wrong messages. Fear of smelling bad. Fear of yellow teeth. You know what? Fear can just fuck right off.

This post brought to you by boredom and reading too much.