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Yeah.

Tiny, adorable ceremony. Eight people, of whom I was the only one on what you might call the groom's side. The woman he married is great for him and they are so sweet together; I d'awwed.

I don't think I will start calling her my step-mother, even though "dad's wife" sounds weird and awkward.

I've tagged this post "thinking of mummy", but really, I haven't been. None of this was about her, which is as it should be.
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The Delightometer


Legend )

In this depiction, the delightometer has been overwhelmed by an excess of delight, and its pointing arm has gone twirling off into the great unknown, trailing confused punctuation.

A thing

Aug. 12th, 2010 10:59 am
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This is the first casual online game I've played as a time-waster that I feel actually helped my brain work better, instead of merely providing a distraction from my laboured cognitive processes.

I apologize in advance for having set all the records on levels 15 through 110. Some of them were a few minutes longer before I got there. >.>
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Trigger warning I guess; also, I feel it is important to say before I start writing the rest of this entry that I am in no danger, and you can stop worrying now.

A dramatic retelling of my thought processes. )

Really, I just need to pin down my sleep schedule and stick to it like a burr. And people wonder why I try not to screw around with my wakeup/sleep times. Fuck. If I wasn't going to bed within spitting distance of midnight and waking up within spitting distance of dawn, maybe I could get a better handle on this bullshit.

okay so

Jul. 25th, 2010 08:13 pm
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who here plays Echo Bazaar?

I'm on there as @crashblossom.

...and I'm basically playing as Sherlock Holmes in drag. :D

hahaha

Jul. 17th, 2010 03:41 pm
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I write like
a sucker, apparently

I Write Like by Mémoires, a vanity publishing scam. Fucking seriously!


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It's that five questions thing again. Shout the name of a fruit at me—seriously: Leave a comment saying "ORANGES" (or any other fruit of your choice)—I'll ask you five questions, you post your answers, other people shout fruits at you, the cycle continues.

Q&A )

spffft

Jul. 13th, 2010 07:32 am
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I write like
Arthur Conan Doyle

I Write Like by Mémoires, a vanity publishing scam. Fucking seriously!



I gave it this, of course.

SUCCESS

Moar under the cut )
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Coming out as genderqueer to Dad, round one: Total Noncomprehension

"So you're a lesbian now? You're not into guys anymore? Is that it?"

Round two: Bad Jokes

DAD: *standing in the doorway, preventing the door from being closed to maintain the temperature gradient between air-conditioned bedroom and hot, muggy apartment*
PYTH: Are you in or out?
DAD: Both! I'm doorqueer. I'm in and out.
PYTH: *eyeroll*

Round three: Still Doesn't Get It

Clothes shopping during which the words "but that's the men's section" are uttered. Subsequent long, irrelevant discussion of an intersex individual whose victory in a women's sporting event was challenged, during which all attempts to bring up the massive differences between sex and gender are met with the word "Whatever".

Round four: Desperate Measures

PYTH: Suppose for the sake of argument I was just straight-up transsexual. Would you support that?
DAD: What do you mean, support it?
PYTH: I mean would you not give me this much shit over it.
DAD: Do you want to be transsexual?
PYTH: No.

Round five: And Still, No Dice

DAD: So when are you a woman and when are you a man, then?
PYTH: Well, lately I've been feeling more masculine, but I think that's because people keep gendering me as strictly female and it kind of grates.
DAD: Maybe we should get you pink sheets.
PYTH: ...
DAD: And a nice, cuddly, pink teddybear.
PYTH: I might actually start stuffing socks down my pants at that point.
BOTH: *laugh*
NOTHING: *is resolved*

Intermission

PYTH: I think if I had to put it as simply as possible, I'd say I resent being told I'm a woman in a way that means I cannot also be a man.

He didn't respond to that one. It's not like things are completely weird between us now, but I find it frustrating to have to explain this over and over again.
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Hello internet!

I would like to introduce you to my friend.

He is a pound of shit.

You know you wanna click this cut. )

I hope you have enjoyed meeting my friend. If you would like to complain that this post makes no sense, please refer to fig. 4 above. Cross-reference figs. 6 and 7.

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