one of our heads is destined for tinfoil

I just want to say how much I loved all the well-written, sometimes witty objections to the open source boob project, thanks internets. What I want to know and haven't seen yet, is where the con com was/is during this kerfuckle. Are they planning on letting this guy back to another of their cons? They're fools if they are.

I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.

( So who wants to see pictures of shelter cats? You do, you do! )

If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA

First bike to work day of the day. Lovely day, good temperature, Windy As Fuck. But I get the wind to my back when I go home, so that's going to be supersweet.

Yesterday I volunteered at my first offsite pet adoption event with the local humane society. I got to stumble around like a clueless newbie that got in the way for the most part, but I did get to walk a couple of dogs, someone filled out an application for the kittens, and someone else was interested in fostering and I got to connect the dots with her, so that was nice.

I'm still trying to get used to this whole "walk the dog" thing. I like friends' dogs just great, but I'm leery of walking shelter dogs because I'm afraid they'll slip the leash and run out into the street and die and it will all be my fault, or I'll do something that'll remind the dog of something traumatic in their past and they'll rip my head off and I'll die and it'll all be my fault. But the other thing is, dog walking looks really fun. And most of the dogwalkers come back from their walks and most of them still have their limbs attached. It's a puzzler.

So yesterday I walked a little four year old miniature pinscher/pug mix (imagine *those* parents, if you will) that looks like she'd given birth to half the puppies in Northwest Indiana. I liked her: She didn't bark, got along with other dogs well enough, and tolerated stupid humans. When she'd pull on the leash I'd stop walking. Eventually, after enough times, we went as many as twenty steps without her pulling on the leash. In short, my kind of dog.

And then I went home to snag Vali to take her out for ice cream. This place in particular. It was goooood ice cream. Now we have another place to take our pals when they come visit, and it's just right down the road, an amazing find. Buy it from the grumpy man, I dare ya!

Not much else apart from that. Work is frustrating as always, but at least I have an office with a window. After being in PetSmart for hours under dim lights, you realize how much you take natural lighting for granted.

Vali had the day off because of the nasty winter weather (all of her co-workers live in unincorporated hellholes that don't have money for commie pinko socialist programs like snow removal). I, otoh, had to go.

(WHERE ARE MY VIOLINS)

I was really grumpy about it, especially when I accidentally removed the driver's side windshield wiper and spent 15 minutes in the snow trying to put the fucking thing back on. Eventually I pleaded with a neighbor help my poor frustrated self. Yes, I'm 36 and don't know how to put on my own windshield wipers. Now is your moment to feel superior.

Vali's all relaxed and stuff, updating her Recs Page and generally just having a swell time. I look at her and think, it must be nice not to be perpetually grouchy. I should try it sometime.

So I subscribe to a mailing list called Meatout Mondays, and this week they had a recipe for jalapeno poppers made with vegan cream cheese. They were FRANTASTIC. ::thud:: Vali and I have become popper eatin' fools. The irony is that I almost deleted the recipe because it had the subject line "poppers" and thought it was more spam.

(I realize the mailing list is just so much vegan product placement, but in this case Tofutti's Better Than Cream Cheese totally deserves it. Nom Nom Nom.)

( the recipe, for those folks who are interested )

Along with the jalapeno poppers, I made tempeh wingz, tempeh bacon, and banana nut muffins. With butter. When they find a nonhydrogenated margarine that doesn't taste like ass, I will be more than happy to make the switch. Until then.

Cinematic Titanic's newest project, The Oozing Skull, is really excellent. We were too nervous, worried that it might suck, to fully appreciate how good it was the first time we watched it, but now we're really in the swing of things. It's really hard to make fun of a movie without descending into open contempt for the finished project. I guess I missed the Joel years more than I realize. The point is, you should buy it and stuff. (My favorite riff is the title of this entry.)

Took co-worker friend to see her Garfield cat again today. She really likes him, but hasn't committed yet. I'm not telling her because it's not right to be pushy, but if she wants him she'd better act quick. He's a completely adorkable squeeze toy attention hound. I came in today to find him all propped up on the lap of luxury on some nice lady's lap. But it's cool, I just want to see him get adopted into a nice home, I really don't care where ultimately.

Went trolling through Doctor Who Icons last night. I found some really excellent ones, and yet I still feel grumpy and dissatisfied.

( Three rhetorical questions for you Doctor Who fans all out there )

And Billie Piper, isn't there a union rule that says you HAVE to let other actresses take a few roles? The UK acting community has collapsed because she is currently in every 3rd role on television. Please stop her before she inevitably gets tagged to play Mary Russell. The sad thing is, she would be *perfect* to play Mary Russell; she sort of has the lock on "I'm an irritating blonde twat who grinds the action to the halt and has the entire universe revolve around her" roles.

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Mmm. Peckish. Poppers are a-callin'. Then I have to finish The Game. Only 120 pages left to go. (::cries::)