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Thursday, December 3
I regrouped and caught up with sleep and internet.
Friday, December 4
A friend had a question about a rule of the Yuletide fanfiction gift exchange. While I wasn't participating in Yuletide (this year, nor in past years), I recalled that there was a Yuletide IRC channel, so I hopped in to ask. This would prove to be my undoing as far as a certain amount of spare time went. I re-connected with an old friend from the Academy! I was delighted!
I also finished reading Omnitopia: Dawn, and I declare it a one-handkerchief book.
Sunday, December 5
I wasn't very productive. I fell asleep very early in the evening, and managed to miss the Thank Goodness It's Over party for NaNoWriMo in the SF Bay Area. I was regretful to have missed that.
Monday, December 6
I tried a heath potion (energy drink) and considered the concept that I might be sufficiently averse to all common artificial sweeteners that I was simply unable to drink energy drinks using them even when I knew what I was drinking and was willing to consume artificial sweetener.
The case against California's hateful Proposition 8 (the one that has already been ruled unconstitutional at the state level) has gone up to district level. Accordingly, there was a rally around the district courthouse steps. I was already awake, so I went ahead and went down there, with one of my little whiteboards in my bag, and some whiteboard markers. I made a "Marriage is Love" sign, because it's nice to see some classic memes revived.
There was some hatemonger driving around the block in a hatemobile with hateposters all over it. I blew him a kiss. The "love the whole world" thing can be really annoying to others. There was some guy across the street, heckling with a bullhorn. I smiled and waved at him, and held up my Marriage Is Love sign, and that made him really mad. He shouted things at me. I kept on smiling and laughing, because really? he thought that calling me a lesbian was a) insulting me, or b) even accurate?
People were there, quite a few wonderful friendly people, all excited and up a bit too early, and bewildered by the h8ers and the representatives from NOM (but I repeat myself). There were reporters all over, and I lost track of the number of times people took my picture and interviewed me. There were some really adorable high school newspaper reporters.
In situations where there are hatemongers about issues that are important to me, I will often choose to engage. This says something about my base level of shit-stirring, which is something for me to ponder.
Eventually the hearing started, and people started going in, but I decided it was time to go home. I hadn't had enough sleep, and there were just too many people.
On the way home, I realized that I'd just witnessed an instance of unchallenged Christian privilege in my own actions. By law, church and state are separate in the United States. I am not Christian. I was Christian-by-default in my youth, and then briefly tried to be actively Christian-by-choice in my early teens, but have been Pagan since my mid-to-late teens. I am sufficiently out of the broom closet that pretty much the only people who are not at least passively aware that I am pagan, including random guys on the street, are prospective employers at job interviews. So why on earth was I attempting to frame my objection to these wacknuts in terms of their own religion? Their religion does not apply to me. Their religion does not apply to the whole country. It's irrelevant whether they're interpreting it correctly or whether they're off the spiritual deep end and will be forever isolated from their own deity due to the hatred they harbor in their hearts. It is politically irrelevant. Um, way to join the 21st century, Miss Lunatic.
Then I wrestled with my sleep schedule, staying awake until a decent bedtime and then crashing.
I regrouped and caught up with sleep and internet.
Friday, December 4
A friend had a question about a rule of the Yuletide fanfiction gift exchange. While I wasn't participating in Yuletide (this year, nor in past years), I recalled that there was a Yuletide IRC channel, so I hopped in to ask. This would prove to be my undoing as far as a certain amount of spare time went. I re-connected with an old friend from the Academy! I was delighted!
I also finished reading Omnitopia: Dawn, and I declare it a one-handkerchief book.
Sunday, December 5
I wasn't very productive. I fell asleep very early in the evening, and managed to miss the Thank Goodness It's Over party for NaNoWriMo in the SF Bay Area. I was regretful to have missed that.
Monday, December 6
I tried a heath potion (energy drink) and considered the concept that I might be sufficiently averse to all common artificial sweeteners that I was simply unable to drink energy drinks using them even when I knew what I was drinking and was willing to consume artificial sweetener.
The case against California's hateful Proposition 8 (the one that has already been ruled unconstitutional at the state level) has gone up to district level. Accordingly, there was a rally around the district courthouse steps. I was already awake, so I went ahead and went down there, with one of my little whiteboards in my bag, and some whiteboard markers. I made a "Marriage is Love" sign, because it's nice to see some classic memes revived.
There was some hatemonger driving around the block in a hatemobile with hateposters all over it. I blew him a kiss. The "love the whole world" thing can be really annoying to others. There was some guy across the street, heckling with a bullhorn. I smiled and waved at him, and held up my Marriage Is Love sign, and that made him really mad. He shouted things at me. I kept on smiling and laughing, because really? he thought that calling me a lesbian was a) insulting me, or b) even accurate?
People were there, quite a few wonderful friendly people, all excited and up a bit too early, and bewildered by the h8ers and the representatives from NOM (but I repeat myself). There were reporters all over, and I lost track of the number of times people took my picture and interviewed me. There were some really adorable high school newspaper reporters.
In situations where there are hatemongers about issues that are important to me, I will often choose to engage. This says something about my base level of shit-stirring, which is something for me to ponder.
Eventually the hearing started, and people started going in, but I decided it was time to go home. I hadn't had enough sleep, and there were just too many people.
On the way home, I realized that I'd just witnessed an instance of unchallenged Christian privilege in my own actions. By law, church and state are separate in the United States. I am not Christian. I was Christian-by-default in my youth, and then briefly tried to be actively Christian-by-choice in my early teens, but have been Pagan since my mid-to-late teens. I am sufficiently out of the broom closet that pretty much the only people who are not at least passively aware that I am pagan, including random guys on the street, are prospective employers at job interviews. So why on earth was I attempting to frame my objection to these wacknuts in terms of their own religion? Their religion does not apply to me. Their religion does not apply to the whole country. It's irrelevant whether they're interpreting it correctly or whether they're off the spiritual deep end and will be forever isolated from their own deity due to the hatred they harbor in their hearts. It is politically irrelevant. Um, way to join the 21st century, Miss Lunatic.
Then I wrestled with my sleep schedule, staying awake until a decent bedtime and then crashing.
