In the end, I will not be crashing Magpie's party quasi-uninvited. Anyone I know who is going who wants to try and get the suspenders and shirt back for me, it would be greatly appreciated.

It just seemed a bit much to lose two days to get back <$20 of clothes from someone who doesn't want me there - amusing story thought it might make in the long run.

I once had a lovely pair of white suspenders. I got them from Marc Jacobs because I had store credit. I never wore them, because soon after getting them I loaned them to someone for a shoot. She asked to take them and the black dress shirt she borrowed to a party afterwards.

I said yes, and never saw them again.

I saw her a couple of times, she was moving and didn't know what box they were in.
After that, she just stopped answering emails from me, or calls, or tweets, or facebook messages.

A couple of weeks ago, I got included on a mass facebook invite to her farewell party. She is leaving Boston and (similarly to what I did upon leaving Montreal) having a party where she is divesting herself of stuff.

I'd like my suspenders and shirt back, but am not sure I want to travel all the way to Boston just for that. The party itself could be fun, I suppose, as both the reverse scavenger hunt and the pudding wrestling sound amusing. Still, that's my whole weekend just to get back two pieces of clothing from someone who made it quite clear some time ago that I'm not even worth returning email to.

But it's not like I have much else planned this weekend.

Upon reading about Waistcoat Wednesday, a friend sent me this:

"I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats."

- From a letter written by JRR Tolkien (25 October, 1958) to Deborah Webster.

I need a flag pin. You know, the kind they used to get upset at politicians for not wearing. I also need a flag tie. (Well, any "USA!" tie will do.)

It's for the play, and I realize these are much easier to find in the States than they are here. If anyone can get one for me and ship it up to Montreal, you will be reimbursed.

I had lunch with my friend E__ today, at Anancy - a Jamaican restaurant by her place. Terribly yummy it was. (The Drama is hers. I am actually on the tail end of drama, as now that I have internet I can wrap up that trailing piece.)

Resetting the connections in the desktop seems to have helped with that, which is good, since I have a model coming over Monday to sort some pictures. I am tempted to use this as my replacement.

Does anyone use Sketch Up? I've thought about trying to plot out what to do with my living room with it. (Separately, I am also considering using Page Four as the Windows version of Scrivener. Mind you, CeltX is looking more and more promising.

This article is old, but it looks at the culture of diving in Football, and why different teams have different views on it. To some degree, there is the issue that if you already have a rep, maintaining it makes sense.

That Picture of the Universe


(Extra bonus garters for reading to the end.)

I would be all over wearing this Ada Lovelace shirt, but I've worn babydoll cut t-shirts before and they look terrible on me. Of course, it seems to have escaped the people at ThinkGeek! that Ms Lovelace might be admired by anyone other than women.

*sigh*

First - Seems that the endless snag to get the legal papers in order for PTSD.org to become a real job are continuing. Very frustrating.

Second - A shame that the only thing business-like about me is how hot I look in a suit.

Third - A friend of mine has become enmeshed in the old cultural appropriation debate. As many of you know, I firmly believe that we wouldn't HAVE human culture if we didn't borrow/steal/appropriate from each other all the time. At the same time, I cannot ignore the douchebaggotry of things like hipsters all excited to "play Indian" with their fashion. My current theory is primarily that if your explanation when called out is "shut up! It's fun fashion things!" then you are a douchebag and should be shunned. Outside of that clear line, I don't have a good explanation of why some things piss me off than others other than they are twigging some instinctive line of respect and power dynamics that makes me irritable.