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I went with my dad last night to see The Laramie Project at one of the high schools on the peninsula. We also staffed the PFLAG table in the lobby before and after the play and during intermissions.

The students were amazing, including the one who broke his leg last weekend and missed the first few performances because he was in the hospital, but was back on stage last night (and a few nights before) acting from his wheelchair. Rather than retelling the story, it's more a dramatic reenactment of some of the hundreds of interviews the producing theater troupe conducted in Laramie in the year or so following the murder of Matthew Shepard. It humanizes the story in a wonderful way. I was moved to tears many times.

Several people came up and thanked us for being there, and many of the actors came up afterwards and thanked us and checked to make sure we had seen the play and not been stuck behind the table all night. We gave away several pieces of literature to staff from other schools and a few to parents and there was one girl who kept coming back and snagging one pamphlet at a time before sloping off. When she finally made eye contact, we chatted to her for a bit and told her to feel free to take one of everything. Another girl came up and cheerfully greeted us, saying, "I represent the 'B' in all those letters," and snagged a business card.

I couldn't help but be struck with how much has changed in the 20 years since I was their age, and yet, as they ran around screaming and hugging each other after the play was over, it was like yesterday that I was 16, and everything in the tiny orbit of my universe was the most important thing ever, and we'd had an amazing closing night, gotten a standing ovation, and there was a cast party to go to, and I was crazy-beautiful and amazing.

It made me miss those days. And then I remembered the complete lack of GSAs, the utterly tedious schoolwork that I hated, stupid boring classes, acne, pegged jeans, hairspray, and Paula Abdul on MTV, and decided I'll take now.

Hugh Jackman giving BabaWawa a lapdance.

*dies*

It has been driving me CRAZY for weeks, wondering where I knew the woman in the TMobile ad with the eleven bulldogs named Steve from.

Then, tonight, I wasn't watching, only listening, and it's Veronica's mother from Heathers.

Oy.

and only changing the subject slightly, I have to say again, the Watchmen ad is made of sex.

We had a lovely day yesterday. I ended up making dinner after Mom burned her hand, and that was fine, actually, because I'm the sort who finds helping much more irritating than just doing it myself. and Mom was mostly okay so long as she kept a bag of frozen peas on her hand for the rest of the evening. This morning she's much improved. After dinner we played a few rounds of Apples to Apples, and once our younger guests had gone home to bed, moved on to Scrabble Scramble*, which we played until 11pm when we were all exhausted. We also all got lottery scratch cards, and 6 of the 9 of us won something, which way beats the odds *g* (I won the most, at $10, but that's better than a kick in the teeth)

Inigo was a bit miffed that there were so many people, but he got over it. eta and mmm mmm, he's been out playing in the Rosemary bush and now smells deliciously of Rosemary! *resists licking him*

This morning I went a little wild and unflocked Punch Drunk, a J2 fic I wrote back in October, and even cross-posted it.

One of the things we had for dinner (and by we, I mean they, because blik), was Brussels sprouts with blue cheese and chestnuts. The sprouts on the top of the stalk were too large and we had plenty with the ones at the base. Mom and I were quite enamoured of the stalk with its top of sprouts. And so we decided to make a feature of it, much to our amusement and the bewilderment of our guests. To wit:


I hope everyone traveling today is doing so safely. And with as little stress as possible. ♥



*you take the letters from a Scrabble game (or two if playing with more than four players) and make your own 'boards' right in front of you, starting with 5 letters and taking another each time someone says "go" which one does when one has used all one's letters. You can move things around any time, re-doing your crosswords, and then you add up your points once all the letters have been drawn and one person has used all theirs.

My DVDs live in a closed cabinet in my new apartment, and I kind of forgot about them. After watching Saved on Tuesday though, I decided today to go back and watch some of my old favourites. I started with Love Actually which is my favourite Christmas movie ever, even though it totally makes me cry. Emma Thompson's and Laura Linney's storylines especially. My fave is Andrew Lincoln and Keira Knightly,though I know it squicks some people.

I moved on to 10 Things I Hate About You, which I hadn't watched since Heath's death. It was making me a little bit sad, and I cuddled up under my duvet, and managed to sleep through the final third of it. (I've seen it probably 15 or more times, so it's not like I was confused when I woke up at the end.)

After that I watched Parenthood, which I bought for 99 pence when I was in England last summer. I hadn't seen it in YEARS. Everyone playing over 25 in it looked about 15-20 years older than they purported to be. It was kind of weirding me out. Keanu was SO SO young and pretty.

Finally, I watched Drop Dead Gorgeous. Amy Adams! I totally had no idea she was in that. Alison Janney continues to be utterly awesome. In that and 10 things. And everything else she does. Also, I have a total crush on Kirsten Dunst even though she's jail bait in that movie.

Tomorrow I need to pack my laundry to go home to mom and dad's. And tomorrow night I am going to a pot luck that I was invited to by people I've met once, at the house of someone I've never met at all. I'm nervous as hell. But there will be gainfully employed, and hopefully (at least a few) single lesbians there. *prepares to dip toe into dating waters again*

I finished off my bottle of Bailey's tonight. And now I'm feeling kind of sick. :(

skyblue_reverie and I went to the Join the Impact rally in San Francisco this morning. It was really hot and hard to hear because of the news copters and the crapness of the sound system, but there were some great signs, and we found a coolish patch of shade where we could mostly hear after a while, and I'm really glad we went. We did leave early and didn't march because neither of us was feeling very well.

We came back and I made some pizza and then we went and saw Quantum of Solace. I am SO SO HAPPY with the fact that James Bond is actually a SPY now, and not just an international playboy. Daniel Craig makes me happy. ( I do think that the movie should have been called )... AAAAAAAAND, when I whipped out my student ID when I went to pay for the tickets, she gave me both of them at student price. And then said something about not forgetting my ID because it would suck to be locked out of the dorms. I decided to be flattered that she thought I looked young enough to live in dorms. *g*

After the movie we stopped at Peet's and I tried to get a peppermint chocolate shake, but it was a peppermint mocha shake. I don't really like coffee (or really don't like coffee to be more accurate) but it was VERY chocolaty so I drank it. My eyes are vibrating.

I'm going to try to write. I'm not sure I can cope with reading the uber-depressing stuff for my classes right now. I need to jitter. Plus, I am behind schedule on my fic commitments. *checks calendar*

eeep!

eta well, I've reached my self-imposed minimum of 300 800 words, so I can count today as a win. *g* so far, I'm 14 for 15, with only election day scuppering writing plans.

Point the first, I am no longer a funnel cake virgin. I kinda wish I were though, because I feel horrible. Though this might have more to do with having gotten heatstroke.

We spent all day at the Tapestry Art Fair in San Jose, talking to people about PFLAG and Proposition 8. We talked to some really interesting people, including a few who were undecided or leaning towards voting Yes, and who are now planning on voting NO! \o/

12-5 in the heat and just.... yeah. I drank about 5 litres of water and stayed in the shade of the tent thing and put cool towels on my neck, but it wasn't enough. I am SUFFERING.

But I feel fantastic for having done some campaigning, and so I'm counting the day a win. Am finally home and am going to go to bed shortly. No premire night for me. My head hurts too much to turn on the TV. My DVR better be doing its job.

Our booth was between the Democratic party booth and the Scientology people. Interesting.

Must find more pain killers.

♥

I've been sitting here wondering how the heck it's after 7 already, thinking that I didn't do anything today, but I sorted and put away my clean laundry, built a giant bookcase, took everything out of the old bookcase and moved it, and put the stuff in the new one, and applied the custom layout that rejeneration made for me (with the header jelloh0530 made for me!) go look at it!

I also typed up my original fic, and started on a coda to the fic I've been writing with dreamlittleyo. And spent nearly an hour telling iTunes where to find the movies that took 24 hours to have their formats changed so I can watch them on my iTouch, and updating my iTouch photo file. I made an icon. and took out the recycling.

So I have done stuff. I just haven't left the house (except to go over to the bins). I should do that really. oh, and pack for my trip.

Thank you so much to all the lovely people who've been spoiling me early today, *smooches you all*

There has been a lot of sad and unhappy around today, and I wanted to post about good things.

• first meeting of my new writers' group went amazingly well, and I found out two new things about one of my characters
  
• had lunch with my BFF and her two kids at Pier 39, and it was WONDERFUL to see her. Haven't seen her since November, which is too damn long. We've been friends for twenty-nine years. And that's something really powerful.
  
• I got chatting with a totally adorable man and his (probably) foster son on the trolley on the way home, and it was one of those conversations that makes you feel alive and good to be that way.
  
• Mom found the housewarming card she sent me last year when she was helping me pack my old apartment, spirited it off, added little 'again's and 'still's to it and mailed it to me in my new place, making me grin.
  
• Definitely, Maybe is just as wonderful as I'd hoped it would be, and Abigail Breslin is just cuter than a cute thing. (and Isla Fisher is still smokin' hot)
  
• Butterfinger Blast ice cream.
  
• I finally posted fic!!! It feels like forever ago that I last did that.
  
• My f'list is filled with gorgeous, talented, generous and wonderful people.