thespian

I was expecting it to last through the end of July, to be honest (I was expecting the end then). I will have resumes updated and such this evening; my boss has told me that if he gets more funding for an assistant he would call me back in a heartbeat (he'll also be coming to a performance of Shaken Up Shakespeare; we get along quite well).

I will be available to start work somewhere else on Monday, and I am open to part/half time. More later.

just had a man, about 50, who identified himself as greek, and followed me for a block and a half telling me that I am very beautiful and my 'sunrise red hair' would make him the envy of his friends back in Greece. Also he's very rich (described in terms of possessions; I was half expecting him to tell me he'd offer my family $amount of goats).

I stated in it:

Now, HuffPost has a certain poster who will go to the entertainment section, read the whole of an article like this, then post "THIS IS UNIMPORTANT! THERE IS RAMPANT RACISM IN (politics/criminal justice/whatever the hell they care about). Why are we wasting our time on this????!??!"

Today it was AMAZINGLY proven. Like...dear god, you could not support me more if you'd done it intentionally.

HuffPost posted a pic of a cat kissing the head of a kitten, in the comedy section, with the title, The Cutest Picture Ever Taken. Caption: "It does not get any cuter than this. Adorable child? Check. Kitten? Check. Hugging? Oh goodness. Internet, let's shut it down. We've had a good run, but it's not gonna get any better than this."

Someone replied:

this is not the cutest pic ever taken. notice the ethno-centricity. white kid.

there are cute photos of children, cats, and dogs, in every home photo album.

try not to impose your personal likes on an uncritical audience.

snarkey you may call this but it is more accurate than the claims made on behalf of this photo.

These are my fellow left wing peoples. And many of them are as freaking crazy as the tea partiers.

I would like someone to sponsor a Rodent of Unusual Size in my name.

These are giant 2 and a half foot long rats that sniff for landmines. Too light to set them off, they have excellent noses and sniff out the explosive chemicals (apparently they can check for tuberculosis carriers, too).

Go rodentia!

should have eyes, and that's really all I can say about him. But by which I mean when you have a foot tall puppet head with a mustache and great flyway eyebrows, the lack of actual *eyes* is really sort of freaky.

He might be on the Clover Food Labs blog tomorrow.

I sewed him a nose this morning on the T, but I think it needs to be larger and more bulbous. During the read through tonight he'll get his beard.

Sadly things have been flying along really solidly at home with the puppet construction because my computer has completely given up on connecting to the internet. It had been having serious issues with it for a month or two, but now, even though it sees the internet through the dongle wifi (the built in one died 4 months back), it doesn't find any of the networks in the neighbourhood to its taste.

I am not sure when I can fix this; friday maybe. I'm too public transit dependent with my other schedule issues to even think on it before then, though if someone wanted to drive me to microcenter tonight before the read through, or tomorrow before The Margaret Ghost, I could pick up a cheap netbook there.

I'm glad I can write off computer equipment. You have no *idea* how glad I am of that.

we're trying to find someone who can repair an hp JaserJet 4250, in the financial district, who can come to the office (near South Station) and do repairs (probable diagnosis: the fuser assembly needs replacing).

We have a few quotes, but I figured I'd see if anyone had dealings with a good company or if someone in the community is licensed to fix these items and would like some work.

james_nicoll posted a poll, with the premise in an SF situation: "We currently will install e.g. wheelchair ramps for people in chairs and put brail on key pads for people are blind. In this setting, it's possible - although not free - to change the people so these adaptations to buildings, machines and such are not necessary."

This got me to thinking about the issue in a way that got too long for a comment, so here goes.

One of the things that's disturbed me for a while is that while it is ethically suspect to change people (in terms of eugenics), when we're able-bodied, people who are not (and yeah, I'm looking at you, deaf people) are advocating for the ability to screen in favour of the disability.

This is a sensitive subject for me. I am pretty intelligent. I am also brain damaged. A neurologist hypothesized that these are not unrelated; to wit, that my congenital damage resulted in uneven hemispheres, I had to make different and often stronger neural pathways (feste_sylvain once wondered something similar, though no one really knows at all).

But the damage is extensive enough that a different neuro thinks it was likely evident from the 4th month on.

Now, we know that the brain damage causes the epilepsy. We suspect that it causes the low level genius IQ (148). We suspect it caused the extreme proficiency with language (reading and understanding university level texts before I was 9), and we think it likely that it the uneven pathways and unbalanced connections are what make me pretty hopeless at the pure logic higher math needs. We know it causes the bipolar issues.

If it could be corrected, which if these would I give up? Trade in the epilepsy for a lower intelligence? Not be as sensitive to language so instead algebra wouldn't confuse me to death? Give up the highs of being bipolar to also lose the lows (and I assure you, the highs are *astonishing*).

I don't currently know, to be honest; if you could change me to make my life easier, would that genuinely be worth it, compared to the fact that some days after a seizure I can't actually climb stairs? About right now about 25% of the people answering James' poll are suggesting 'Upgrade the people so the buildings can remain as they are', but what if we, the people in question, with these disabilities, don't even know what we would do.

How can someone else possibly figure it out for us?

why Elton John would play at Rush Limbaugh's wedding.

Well, let's face it; I mean, he got paid a lot of money to do it, and there's a "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't worth a dollar." thing there (this week's Sunday Dilbert).

What I really want to know is why Limbaugh *hired* him.

wherein i read this, Roger Ebert reviewing Marmaduke:

This is a congenial PG-rated animal comedy. If you like the comic strip, now in its 56th year, maybe you'll like it, maybe not. Marmaduke's personality isn't nearly as engaging as Garfield's. Then again, if personality is what you're in the market for, maybe you shouldn't be considering a lip-synched talking animal comedy in the first place.

and frequently, this morning, tried to express his love for me by thunking his head into my right cheek, as he has for the last 7 years.

My right cheek is measured by golf balls today instead of tennis balls, but this is still not happy-making.

Lunch today is cream of chicken soup. With Cheezits left in it until they get soft. I'm hoping the earlier nausea is from not eating rather than the vicoprofen. If it's the former, it'll go away. If it's the latter, I'm going to surely throw up cream of chicken soup in the next half hour.

(Un?)Fortunately, I know from past experience cream of chicken pretty much looks the same when it comes back.