WE WON!!!

Aug. 4th, 2010 04:03 pm
fairlight: "If God hates fags why are we so cute?" (jesus loves me jerkass)
Proposition H8 was overturned today in federal court.

Even Bobbi can't spoil my mood today.

(And Clarissa's being decent; she knows that this is actually important to Jim.)

I lit a candle for Sandy. I know we probably wouldn't have lasted--Jim and I are kind of an inevitability in any universe--but I loved him, and I would rather have an ex-husband and hopefully friend to laugh with on the phone today instead of a grave to visit. At any rate, I'm very fortunate to live in a place where I can love and be loved and have been loved as much as I have in the open, and not one of the places where they still kill us.

Also: http://news.discovery.com/human/billionaire-pledge-income.html

This makes me incredibly happy.

EEEEEE

Oct. 7th, 2009 01:11 am
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (science geek)
Jim and I left Hong Kong just ahead of Typhoon Nangka back in June, which is why it was raining constantly. This is some footage of the typhoon we were almost caught in. It is awesome.

Cutting for YouTube. )
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (science geek)
This not so much.

Guess what, it's Mercury Retrograde time again!

It goes direct on the 22nd, and returns to station on 10/15, at which point most of the damage ought to be clear.

This explains a lot about my day :)

Jim, I don't want to hear it.
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (in the end you transform yourself)
Julian, WHY are you subscribing to everyone on my friends list, whether or not you know them?
fairlight: this is my kitten but he is much bigger now (fearful kitten)
Hopefully I will continue to be okay tomorrow, DESPITE THE FACT THAT I AM NOT FUCKING SLEEPING.

The experiment's working out the way I want it to, and I continue to have a social life. In fact I'm not sure what I'm going to say to Suzie tomorrow when she asks me if I'm dating someone.
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (in the end you transform yourself)
Because I like it that much and I want to be able to find it again.

Poetry )
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (green like absinthe)
yes, my name is REALLY Fairlight. my first name is Jonathan, but people do not call me this, because I don't answer to that. I know that it really means a clearing with ferns in it and doesn't have anything to do with light, at least not in old english (well, I have since Nora told me so) but I don't care. To me it means exactly what it says, it is one of the names on my actual birth cert, and it is my name.

I am 24. As of March. holy crap. I always said if I lived to be 30 I'd probably live forever and now I am more than 2/3 of the way there. excuse me while I boggle some.

I really did get married when I was 19 to someone that I had known for about a week (kids, don't try this at home!) and it was wonderful. we were legally married at the time we got married and for a little while thereafter. his family treats it as legal, at least his father's side. his mother does too, but she hates me. he really died when I was 21. it sucked. a lot. I am still not okay with it.

more later, as required
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (Unholy Experiment)
http://www.theposter.com/vanilla2.html

Look at those prices. wantwantwant.

(people who think vanilla = unadventurous know nothing about vanilla.)

Also, I think I got julie petrakis in trouble. Sorry, not so much.

(er, will find shift key later. promise.)

ETA, taking age restriction off. I know it's supposed to tag my whole journal nsfw (and really I myself am totally nsfw) but it's still hilarious to see a post about vanilla beans with an nsfw icon....lololololololololol

also, [personal profile] jd congratulations for making it out of school ALIVE.

sonofETA: a jocundity of daffodils: read it, you'll laugh. (warning, nytimes, trust you all know how to use bugmenot.)
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (in the end you transform yourself)
Mushrooms, acid, or really good weed?

I think the same shrooms that St John of Patmos was on, myself.

(Er. Might be spoilers in comments. I am an uncensored little fucker and my friends tend not to be otherwise.)

::sleepy::

May. 14th, 2009 12:30 am
fairlight: I look kind of wistful and smart.  Wow. (secretly a nerd)
* It's 33 minutes after midnight.

* I'm still in the lab, and even I don't want to be.

* I survived Mother's Day. (You'd think this wouldn't be so difficult since I don't actually have a mother, but my father, who was not married to my mother, has a wife, who is not even the woman he was married to when he slept with my mother, and she is appalling.)

* I have no idea why Profit came to that dinner, but he was at least entertaining. My father's wife had a rather long private conversation with him and it improved her mood immensely, but it did not do much for his. I almost said something to him about what an incredible catastrophe she is, but I don't think he wanted to talk.

* I think I'm being followed. Again. If anything has happened to my car, I am going to take it out of someone's hide.

* I am possibly losing my mind (again). Otherwise why would I think that Jim Profit, of all the people in the world, is (also) watching me?

* I need to return Nora's books. And tell her that no amount of money is worth this. Jesus Christ, I got a fellowship so I wouldn't have to sell myself out. Getting back into contact with the relatives I'd never met was supposed to be better than living on a stipend, and I'm not sure it is, particularly not when I don't have any more fucking privacy, I have to put up with Bobbi, and some asshole is stalking me.