Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Happy Anniversary!

Today's the day that John met Sherlock.  (2009 BBC Sherlock, that is.)

I wonder if John's visiting Sherlock's grave.

I might have to write that later.

You told me once that you weren't a hero. There were times I didn't even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man, the most human human being that I've ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie.  So, there.

I was so alone, and I owe you so much.

Please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t be dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Africans in the Diaspora signal-boost

Excerpt from When Doing Good Goes Wrong: One Woman’s Story about White Saviorism in Africa:
Meet Lindiwe
During my 6-month Africans for Africa project last year, I met Lindiwe (not a real name), a retired, 60-something year old African woman. Lindiwe had been running an orphanage out of her own home for the past 10 years. The government had agreed to offer her some money every month to care for up to two children, but the amount was no where near what she needed to care for the twenty-seven she’d taken in. 
You see, most of their parents had passed away from HIV/AIDS, or abandoned them when they moved away to find more work. Lindiwe could barely afford to replace their tattered clothes, let alone their school uniforms. If not for the charity of a wholesale grocery store that donated canned goods each month, Lindiwe wouldn’t have been able to feed the orphans in her care at all. 
But, one day, a young white American couple (that had been backpacking through the region) arrived at her doorstep, and offered to help Lindiwe raise money from abroad. The plan was to set up a non-profit in the U.S. to serve as a fiscal sponsor (i.e. serve as an umbrella organization) to the orphanage, which would enable them to collect tax-deductible donations from their network back in the states. Lindiwe couldn’t believe her luck. And, perhaps she shouldn’t have. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

I was going to promote this, and then it sold out

If you haven't already bought a ticket, you should be jealous of people who are going to...

... in part because YOURS TRULY is going to be a panelist there!

I'll be at the first panel, covering predictions for S7, the 50th, and beyond.  (Hoo boy, do I have some things to say about that, let me tell you.)  Then again at the Relationships in Who panel, and then the very last panel which is Tennant vs. Smith.

All the props to Ken Spivey and company for organizing this thing.  That man is *the* reason I found the local Who convention scene in the first place.  And his hair is oh so fluffy!

If you do happen to have a ticket, I'll be very recognizable.  I'm cosplaying as The Corsair - and coincidentally, the whole thing happens over Gasparilla, the Tampa pirate festival.  Molto bene!

Monday, January 21, 2013

An auspicious day

Barry gave a really nice speech today.

It does give me a fuzzy, that the second inaugural address of the first black President is on MLK Day.

Here's a thing to ponder today, a day of history made and history in the making.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

GJ, The Onion.

Wow.  The Onion hit it right on the head.

Content note: contains violence, dead bodies, mayhem and carnage.



Dear The Onion:

Love, Muse

Saturday, January 12, 2013

This is totally something my mom would do

Oh Jesus Christ, run.

Along these lines, my mom's most recent text asked me to send her "a love message" that she could read when she's missing me.


Pro-tip:  Stalking and harassment is just as abusive when it comes from parents of adult children.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

I just had the nicest customer service exchange

And there's a good chance that I could have had an identical conversation with a modified Eliza.
But only a really, really cool modified Eliza.

16:49:09 Muse: Hi, I just got my order... and it's the wrong thing. Do I talk to you about that, or would you please direct me to the restaraunt?
You are now speaking with Bijan of Eat24 Support.
16:49:38 Bijan: Hello Krista
16:49:51 Muse: Hello!
16:49:52 Bijan: You can always let us know about how your order is and we'll take care of it for you
16:49:59 Bijan: May I ask, what went wrong with your order?
16:50:09 Muse: I ordered a chicken and ham calzone, and I got what looks like a sausage or hamburger pizza
16:50:29 Bijan: Oh wow, that's incredibly wrong
16:50:36 Bijan: And no calzone?!?!?!
16:50:43 Muse: Nope :(
16:50:49 Bijan: That's messed up
16:50:52 Muse: I did get the 2-liter I ordered
16:51:12 Muse: so it's not all terrible, heh
16:52:04 Bijan: I think the restaurant may be giving you a call shortly
16:52:06 Muse: the delivery guy ran back down my steps before I had a chance to check
16:52:20 Muse: kewl
16:54:17 Muse: they just called, and are bringing my order! thank you
16:54:26 Bijan: Nice! You're welcome, Krista =)

So basically what I'm saying is, Eat24hours.com is great and you should patronize them.

Monday, January 7, 2013

What the everloving privileged what?

Warning: linked piece contains kyriarchal fuckery up to and including joking about prison rape. 
Be ye so warned.

Herein lies the piece:  Lose My Benefits? I'd Rather Go to Jail!

The blog is supposed to be about "the lighter side of the economic crisis," so this is a comedy article.  Where the main punchline appears to be, "Ha ha people sure are desperate in these economic times".


Actual quote:

Wow, 70 percent of parents [ would rather spend a night in jail than lose their job benefits]? How do you explain that one?  "Sorry, Jimmy, Mommy needs to do some hard time so your little sniffle whiffles are covered by health insurance …"

This was followed by a comedic(?) list of "six quick tips for surviving jail".

Winding up with a racist highlight involving AAVE, and ending with a rape joke.


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Happy New Year!

Hello!  How's 2013 been treating you?  I've been tired and busy... and as Elodie Under Glass put it, it's OK to just be tired sometimes.

Instead of silent film actresses,
I offer you Tennant and Barrowman.

The new year brings a new semester, and for me a brand-new challenge: instructing my own class.  Which necessitates a schedule that is... diurnal.  And not just that; regularly diurnal.  So I've come up with a schedule that's doable - waking up at 9 AM, bedtime at midnight - and implementing it.  I'd say it's a new year's resolution, but I'd be fibbing.  It's more like what I need to do as a professional this semester.  And since that last bit is worth it to me, I'll be doing it.

My actual new year's resolutions, which I posted on Facebook and everything, was (and I quote):
Check #UfYH every day. Cook at least 1 meal/week at home. Seek tranquility.
I figure that if I keep to these parameters, the rest of my schedule will shake itself out accordingly.  Tomorrow I'm doing some of the weekend challenges.  Any Terrifying Motivation would be welcomed.

I hope I'm up to the task.  It's an empirical question... let's find out together, shall we?