Ramblings of a total Zack girl

If somebody will just make me magically able to get into this math class, I will not only love you forever, but bear as many of your children as you wish, and also--if you like--lick your feet. *cries, just a little*

I really do try not to do the copy-paste thing often; I know it can get irritating. But some issues are too important not to spread the word as widely as I can.


The military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy is an unfair, outdated measure that violates the civil rights of some of our bravest, most heroic men and women.

That’s why I am so proud to support Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, who has been working with her colleagues in the Senate and activists across the country to overturn this unfair policy. Today, there is great news: We have convinced Senator Carl Levin, Chairman of the Armed Services Committee, to hold the first Senate hearings on repealing DADT this Fall.

We have to prepare for these hearings, so Sen. Gillibrand has launched a nationwide call to action. I was eager to stand with her to show that this country is ready to repeal DADT. Please join us.

Click here to help end “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”
http://www.kirstengillibrand.com/DADT

Things that are nice, but weird: having a conversation with someone outside fandom, but not having to explain what fandom is. I don't mean, like, people who are cousins to fandomers--geeks, nerds, gamers, etc.--but somebody genuinely unconnected with it.

I started to explain the topic I want to do for my final project in my folklore class, and I started out with, "I'm a member of this, sort of, subculture? On the internet. That's based around being a fan of something--"

And she said, "Oh, fandom?"

And I was like, *blinkblinkblink*, "Uh, yeah. Sorry, you just cut about five minutes out of my explanation of the project."



(Speaking of the project, in a couple of weeks, I may abuse all of my friendships with you and ask you to pimp a post for me. But I need a little more info on how to structure it first.)

JUST A HEADS UP:


As of about fifteen minutes from now, I am going out of town for a couple of days. Middle Bro (the gay one? Idk, it's not my label for him in my head but probably that's how you know him, and anyway the information is relevant here) is going to college four hours away, and I am going down with him, the parents, and our baby sister (13) to move him into his dorm and see a few plays.

(His college is in a tiny town whose purpose in existing is: 1) to hold the college and 2) to be the site of the Utah Shakespearian Festival, so while we are down we are seeing the plays.)


Mostly I am going to be support if they try to make him tour the Institute and meet "his" new bishop. I don't think they will--things have been going pretty well on that front--but we'll see. Taking Baby Sis along should help ensure less unpleasantness, too.


ANYWAY, point is: I don't know if I will have any web access, much less time to access it, so I may not be around for a few days (and when I get back, I have to pack and move myself, so.)

I am accessible by e-mail and will get LJ comments etc. on my phone, but probably not be replying much, and I won't be flisting. You can probably also get me through texting, but don't count on it because my phone is only letting through about half the texts I am sent, some of them three days later.


Don't burn down the internet, let me know everything the boys do (of course), and I'll be back soon!

Apologies to the world at large: the death has settled into my lungs and I am having trouble breathing, let alone focusing enough to flist/e-mail/hold ordinary conversations. Doctor tomorrow, but for now just enough medicated steam to choke a horse, all the ancient favorite movies I can recite by heart, and an old worn blanket to curl up in.

I love you all.

Oh, there's nothing halfway
About the Iowa way to treat you,
When we treat you
Which we may not do at all.
There's an Iowa kind of special
Chip-on-the-shoulder attitude.
We've never been without.
That we recall.
We can be cold
As our falling thermometers in December
If you ask about our weather in July.
And we're so by God stubborn
We could stand touchin' noses
For a week at a time
And never see eye-to-eye.

But what the heck, you're welcome,
Join us at the picnic.
You can eat your fill
Of all the food you bring yourself.
You really ought to give Iowa a try.

Provided you are contrary,
We can be cold
As our falling thermometer in December
If you ask about our weather in July.
And we're so by God stubborn
We can stand touchin' noses
For a week at a time
And never see eye-to-eye.
But we'll give you our shirt
And a back to go with it
If your crops should happen to die.

...YOU REALLY OUGHT TO GIVE IOWA A TRY!!!


Hooray for IOWA!! I will now perform celebratory backflips and make my baby sister watch The Music Man with me!!

harriet_vane is my favourite fellow Brendon-fan in the WORLD right now.

I just thought the world should know that.

Today, I skipped my classes.

And I do not regret it even a little bit.

Because today, you see, I began to read the ARC I got of Sarah Rees Brennan's debut novel, The Demon's Lexicon, and my head is whirling.

This book--this book more than lives up to the promise that Sarah has shown in the past. I had high--and I mean high--expectations of this book, and Sarah cleared the bar and to spare.

The language is beautifully crafted, the characters strong in some ways and cracked in others and interesting, and the plot--my god. The plot.

There are still a few flaws, as anybody might expect in a first book, a few things that I probably would have fought her on if I'd been editing it, but it's still so good. I mostly just want to crawl inside her head and camp out there for a week.

This story held me spellbound, and when it was over I felt like the top of my head had been ripped open.

It isn't on the shelves yet, but when it is--buy it, people.

Seriously.

Oh, hey, heads up!

My telephone is OUT OF ORDER.

Half the screen has...gotten broken, somehow, I honestly have no more clue than that, and so until I either can afford to replace it or figure out how to fix it, I am out of reach for text messages and may or may not pick up calls depending on how long your name is.

All right, question: who is this Cassadee person who keeps popping up? To what band does she belong, what does she look like, how much adorability potential does she have, and how many instruments can she play?

(Obviously, the last question contributes to the one before it, see: Greta, Brendon, Patrick.)