princessofburundi

I finally got around to watching the gay hockey show.

Highlights from my social media thread:

First impression is how nice it is to hear some people who talk normal! Aww, some Canadian raising! When I write smut about gay linguists north of the 49th parallel, I'm gonna call it Canadian Raising.

Okay yes it's nice to see some butts and clavicles and forearms and all that, but also this is just making me miss my BlackBerry.

I watched this with a friend who'd been told that stuff doesn't start happening until episode 4. So by the end of episode 1 he was like "What the fuck happens in episode 4?! What is my friends threshold for stuff happening?! Because this is my threshold!" I replied: "This is more stuff than happened to me in like the first thirtysome years of my entire life."

omg why has being that awkward never gotten me that...result [I relate to Kip a worrying amount] Why isn't someone else the one saying "can I be too intense for a bit" to me for a change?

Yeah it's hard when you can't be out. You can't even like go fuckin... art shopping or whatever. It gets everywhere, after a while. This is what homophobes don't get: they think gayness can just be hidden like evangelical hypocrites hide it, just a behavior that stays dark and shameful. They don't know what it's like when someone makes you light up and you can't put a bushel basket over that.

Do they get a gay sports bar?? I want a gay sports bar!

I want a Canadian boyfriend with a cottage!

I miss loons.

We watched the whole thing and it's exhausting. So many big feelings!

Also I read a Margaret Killjoy thread that made me cry (content notes: ICE, Minneapolis). But also laugh. Especially this bit

Another person put it: "we're Minnesotans. We're excited to get out our real winter gear out of the box for the year."

Because I can absolutely hear this in my dad's voice.

I kinda wish I could have a day off for the strike tomorrow, but instead I'm gonna have a particularly stressful day at work! And then get a train back to Manchester! Bleh. I am donating money to various things -- here's another collection of links -- and I will be following on social media and trying to support my friends as much as I can from a distance. But I feel really weird being expected to have a normal day.

A Minnesotan friend read out to me a social media post that went something like "If you know any Minnesotans, you'll know that we take every opportunity to bring up Minnesota and Minnesotan things." The next sentence started something like, "If we manage to expel this ICE invasion..." but I don't remember properly because by the time I heard that much of this sentence I was already sitting up from where I'd been lounging on the couch, so when the sentence ended with "...you'll be hearing about it for the next twenty years."

"Twenty?!" I said. "We're still talking about the Halloween storm of 1991 and that's more than twenty years ago! I think people will be hearing about this for, more like two hundred years."

He scrolled down and chuckled, read out a comment that might not have been understandable because he was still laughing, but I knew what he was saying "This comment says, 'I remember the Halloween blizzard of 1991.' "

Speaking of October 1991, I was just thinking the other day we'll be hearing about the World Series of 1991, and 1987, at the very least every time it's another 5 or 10 years after those dates, for the very least as long as any of those players are still alive.

I said that I remembered hearing about, like, the 5-year-anniversary of that time there was a raccoon on the MPR building.

We are never gonna let you forget, you'll be hearing about this for ever. I guarantee it.

I can't wait (to be talking about this in the past tense).

Oh good: the problem with my Kobo not showing up in Calibre was as easy to fix as I hoped it would be: dodgy USB cable. Phew. (I still think of this kobo as new, but it is seven or eight years old now.)

So I have a lot of new-to-it books on there now, which is exciting. Good timing, since I'm off to London for three fucking days tomorrow.

And despite D's efforts at de-DRMing the ebook he got me for my birthday, the way for me to read it turns out to be to just log in as him on the Bookshop app. Stupid DRM! I've got a bunch of vouchers to spend on bookshop.org too, and it'll probably still be more worth my while to get ebooks than paper books, but it's not as sure a thing as the calculation would be otherwise.

Still, it's been nice to read the first 10% of my birthday present.