Real estate (for real)

7 07 2011

So C and I were suddenly looking at houses. I keep getting paychecks, see, and I finally looked at my bank account and realized I could conceivably make a down payment on a small house. Which is cool! We’re going to talk to an agent/broker next week to see what’s what.
Realistically, it might not happen for another year, because while I have the down payment, I don’t have everything ELSE like money for a home inspection (or a couple of inspections) or a bigger down payment to bring the monthly payments to a reasonable level but . . . it’s within the realm of possibility.

Anyway, I’m investigating some saving options and doing what apparently are grown-up things which is hilarious.

The other day C said she was going to look up stuff on gays owning in Texas (we need to research legal stuff for whenever we do buy a house together) but I thought she said “gay zoning.”
S: Like . . . a map? Because I don’t think that’s on a census. I mean, we can ask around or whatever but I doubt there’s anything official.
C: What?
S: What?
C: What are you talking about?
S: What are YOU talking about?
C: What?

It just kept on going until we figured it out 2 minutes later. But really, we do need to make sure we’re all legally good because if something happens to her I certainly don’t want her parents owning half my house. Ew. Especially them.

In other news, work is still work. I do it, my boss tries to cut my hours but the workload never goes down so he can just suck it. We’re starting a huge new deal which means my job security is pretty good. I have a proofreader who I LOVE but I’m sad to say she’s moving back to England at the end of August. Guess it’s time to start having interviews again.

And that’s about it! I don’t update my blog much because I’m very boring now with all the work. Non-work people must hate talking to me because I just babble on and on about magazines and deadlines and . . . yeah. I’m so boring. But I’m busting my ass enough that now I can actually consider houses. So that’s something.





You be the judge

28 04 2010

It’s time for my favorite game: You Be the Judge!

Today’s topic — dedicated or sucker?

I started work yesterday at 1 pm. I worked until 11:30 pm. Around 1:30 am, I checked my work email to see if I had gotten answer on part of a project I’m dithering over. There was an email with questions from one of our outsource teams. Curious, I opened it to find a spreadsheet with 3 issues that I was able to easily resolve. I fired off my response and hit send. Then, I realized that the spreadsheet had 2 more tabs, with a total of, yes, 30 more questions and issues. Again, curiosity compelled me to investigate. More digging revealed more problems. I had questions of my own that could only be answered and resolved by the people currently working 3rd shift. At the office. So I went back to work at 3:30 am, got everything taken care of, everything answered, resolved, and addressed with the correct people. And now it’s 6:30 am and I’m finally home again.

So tell me. Am I dedicated and mildly obsessive? Or am I a sucker for going back to work at 3 in the morning?





Further reaction to Twilight

29 12 2009

Ok, I downloaded the third book.

I realized that, aside from wanting some trashy reading on my vacation, I needed to know what this whole thing was about. Yeah, I’ve been bitching from the sidelines and yammering on and on about how stupid this all is, but the truth is that I was echoing sentiments of others. And it seemed unfair for me to complain about something I hadn’t read a single line of.

I’m now halfway through the third book and I’ve gotta tell you . . . this stuff is disturbing.

Not because of the whole vampire-werewolf supernatural blah blah blah. And not because it’s fluff. But because of how it portrays female sexuality.

These books are about abstinence, first of all. Edward won’t sleep with Bella until they’re married. Which, hey, I’m not against abstinence. Girls, don’t sleep with people until you’re old enough to know what you’re doing and can give legal consent. I’m all for that. So you want to veil an abstinence lesson in these terms? Go ahead.

What bothers me most is that it’s providing a view of female sexuality as dangerous and abnormal. As something to be avoided at all costs.

Stick with me here.

Bella kisses Edward, and he constantly pulls away. Why? Because he might snap and kill her. And when she has a normal, hormonal reaction, such as, I don’t know, wanting to kiss him a little more or wanting to maybe get a little frisky, he chastises her. I’m completely serious. In this world, completely normal sexual urges put a girl in a position to die.  While Edward might be battling her temptation, Bella is working hard not to be a temptation in the first place by denying what she wants.

On the other hand, when she’s around Jacob (the werewolf) who she could ostensibly be sexual around, she has to avoid making him too angry or he could hurt her. Again, I’m completely serious. She’s even shown a consequence of this when she meets a woman, Emily, with scars across her face from the time she was too close to her own werewolf boyfriend and he changed, lashed out, and mauled her.

The lessons aren’t too hard to interpret: Don’t be tempting. Don’t have sexual urges. Don’t make these men angry. Dire results will follow.

And if physical death isn’t what befalls you, then emotional death will occur. Edward leaves Bella for her own good, and she shuts down for months. Meyers even sets up the chapters this way: Each chapter has the name of a month, followed by a blank page. Bella becomes a mindless zombie who can’t even sleep or breathe correctly without the object of her obsession present. This is what happens when you orient your entire life around one thing and that thing leaves. You are left as a shell of yourself and your life becomes as empty as those pages.

Lastly, we have the control issue. Edward doesn’t want Bella to see Jacob (there’s a whole vampire vs werewolf thing). And so when he leaves town for a weekend and realizes that Bella may get a little rebellious and sneak out to see Jacob, he bribes his sister to kidnap her and keep her hostage at a “slumber party” for two days. Again, I’m not even joking. And Bella is mad at this, yes she is! But not for long, because she loves Edward and realizes that he’s only trying to protect her the best he knows how. Mkay.

This is what all these young girls are reading, learning, and obsessing over. Yes, the writing is not great and that’s certainly a separate issue. It’s easy to get caught up in the drama of the books and the overwrought emotions and romance. I understand the appeal, especially to pre- and early-teen girls, because it’s all about angst and longing with little to no payoff.

But I find these books dangerous. They are presenting women in a light that I find offensive and insulting, but wrapping it up in terms of true love, soul mates, and the supernatural. You have to take a step back and look at what keeps happening in the stories. The lessons presented here smack of pre-feminist bullshit, couching everything in terms of how it might affect men.

Stephanie Meyers, I may have purchased your books, but I ain’t buying it.

**I’m perfectly aware that this very view has probably been written about and discussed somewhere like Jezebel. I’m going to go and read some of it now.





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How long can I go?

17 05 2009

This is the second day in a row that I have gone ALL day, which means 12 hours, without speaking.

No, it’s not a religious thing.

No one is around. NO ONE.  Yesterday I said goodbye to  C as she left for work, and didn’t speak until she called to tell me she was on her way home. Today is the same thing. Though, granted, I did talk to A this morning.

Even the cat is asleep somewhere, or I would talk to her.

So, I work instead. And look for a job. And clean. But honestly, I would rather be talking.





When I was a kid

8 03 2008

Listen, I had a weird childhood. I don’t mind saying that and I don’t think my parents will begrudge me this opinion. They were there, they should know. First of all, I should mention that my father is a professional magician. That means that I grew up with some different concepts in my day to day life that other people were not privy to. Let me break these down for you: Read the rest of this entry »





My dork level just went up a few points

3 03 2008

I think it’s fair to say that I am a fan of the Harry Potter series. I don’t mind, I’m not ashamed of it. What’s bad, though, is when on two of my syllabi this semester I saw the term “squib,” I automatically jumped to the definition given by Rowling which is, you know, a non-magical person of magical parentage. Feel free to mock me for knowing that. Apparently in the world of graduate studies, it is a term used to refer to a short paper. Okey-dokey!