I'd like to hear more fairy stories about policemen

No, really, nothing is new. Not with me, anyway. Here are some unconnected things:

- It's getting cool and grey out, which I appreciate but rain = do not want. I don't have appropriate footwear!

- I don't like it when people are... coarse, in public. Like, say, on the bus. It's like showing off, only it's even less classy. Then my inner Fraser gets all frowny.

- I think I might ask for some days off in June, after I get this last bit of data ready. Good idea, y/n? Nos, you should tell me what day's you're down hereaways, and we can hang. (Which, hey, aren't you home right now? Come visit!)

- In July, there is going to be more Durham County. Yay! Admiral Cain is in it. I bet you ten bucks she is crazycakes.

- It's hard to think of a good way to tell my stepmother that I do not want to loan my books to her student. I mean, I'm happy to recommend all the dorky fantasy he could ever want, and I'm sure he'd take good care and stuff, but I... don't like loaning out my books, okay! I've had some bad experiences! And I might want to read them again myself! It's hard to relate this because my stepmom is not at all the sort of person to get that impulse, and will make faces at me like she thinks I'm being a brat.

- I really, really reallyreally need to do groceries, but... mehhh. Maybe tomorrow.

- Comment on LJ.

Another one for the ages:

Some guy thinks fanfiction needs to stop. We are harshing his fanboy squee by cruelly AMBUSHING him with links to pr0ny fanfic, guys. Cease at once!

Things that are not wank-filled:

- Stanza, which while not perfect, allows me to load up all kinds of said ev0l prony fanfic onto my iPod without having to email it to myself or rely on the sketchy Safari cache. Win! Gold star to sansets for putting me onto it.

- Bruce! \o/ Apparently he is going to be on Q today, also. Woo!

- Toronto turns 175! Woot!

- Tonight I am descending upon nos4a2no9 and scarfe for the good times in celebration of the former's natality. I'm hoping to figure out a decent bday gift in the meantime, but my success at Xmas might have to serve. I'll buy you an enormous Shirley Temple, Nos? :P

Balls. BALLS.

You guys, I'm sorry that so many of your peers are fucking asshats. (I mean, California, argh, but also FUCK YOU 57% of Arkansas. *gnarls*)

See, so are many of mine, so I know how that feels -- but rightly or wrongly, up here every damn thing doesn't go to popular vote.

Sometimes the majority is VERY VERY WRONG.

Keep fighting it.

There was a violent incident on a Greyhound bus in Manitoba yesterday. Normally I'm all for freedom of travel, but is it really prudent to have no security whatsoever on buses and trains? They should give the drivers a wand or something. *shudders*

The story. Warning for, um, horrific awfulness? /m\ (ETA: No, seriously. Like, MA for gore, okay?)

Random violence is random, and we don't have the whole picture yet, but I'm feeling very leery of bus travel right now. =/

You, and any Canadians on YOUR flists, should write a Senator (all Senators, especially the Banking Committee) about Bill C-10 and its film tax credit "reform" and how much it it sucks balls. They need to send that BS back to the lower chamber.

No one is qualified to control what is "in the public interest," as it relates to art, for everybody. What I find obscene is not what you find obscene. These are tax credits, not grants, and are only determined after as film is made. They can be pulled at any time during production. How the hell is an independent filmmaker in Canada supposed to get bankrolled when they can't assure their investors they'll qualify for the tax credits they used to be able to get?

This neocon whining about "our tax dollars going towards useless junk" just angries up my blood. What's next, whining about being taxed for roads you're not driving on? Schools you're not going to? Health care?

Also: censor yourselves, snowflakes. If the (already beleaguered) film industry in this country becomes nothing more than sequels to Air Bud I'ma shoot myself. Or move to Sweden.

My boyfriend George agrees. S'how you know I'm right.

What the hell are we without weird sex and snowshoes?