Not that this is news.

moonpuppy61 prompted me to examine some of my odd habits about not losing/wasting certain items; to wit:

• I rabidly keep pens until they actually run out of ink (this is a problem as I also like to collect pens); ditto Post-It pads, boxes of paper clips and staples,
  
• I drain the last quarter inch of shampoo into the next shampoo bottle so as not to waste it
  
• When the soap gets down to a sliver I weld it to the next bar
  
• I count pins in my sewing and never let any escape (this is in part because I don't wear shoes around the house)
  
• I've been saving fabric remnants for years in the hopes that one day I'll be able to make a patchwork tunic for Pennsic
  
• I like to have 2 of everything - one to use, and one to have on hand for when the one I'm using runs out; this goes for office supplies, most things in the pantry and fridge, etc.
  
• I have been known to melt the wax in a candle and either put in a new wick to use up all the remaining wax, or pour it into another candle to create some MUTANT FRANKENSTEIN CANDLE
  
• I keep cheap, crappy $5 sunglasses until they literally snap in half from wear and tear (this is one thing I wish I *could* lose, as I've been wanting to invest in a quality pair for a while now since I know I wouldn't lose them)
  
  These and many other quirks explain my packrattedness. Not unrelatedly, it also explains at least one reason why Q hates me so.

It seems I have inherited my father's walk. Huh.

In other news, PENNSIC IN 10 DAYS OMG!

Clearly I'm insane:

4 pairs of pants
3 hippari
2 chitons & chlamys
2 tunics
1 kilt
1 robe
1 banner
multiple repairs

In 2 weeks, simultaneously leaving a job. Riiiiiiiight...

Been meaning to post a picture of Q in the chiton and chlamys I made for him for his doll convention:



Notably this is also one of the last pictures of him with his long hair. HALLELUJAH! :)

I realize this is one of those "you don't know how much work something takes until you actually do it" things, but right now I want to kill each and every one of our little darlin's. You may think a little itty bitty last-minute change is no big deal, but you'd be wrong - you set into motion a long chain of events because I have to go back and fix/change/correct everything I've already done for each one of your little whoopsies.

This is why I have a headache and my legs are numb - I'm trying to squeeze all these changes in now BEFORE you little bastards make me go back and do ten times the work when you fuck up.

(It also doesn't help that other departments involved in the particular process I'm working on didn't think things through very well - or, more to the point, didn't solicit the opinion of the person who actually does this stuff, i.e., ME - so now the end processes are FUBAR and I'm the one having to deal with the mess.)

It's 12:34:56, 7/8/9. :P

Happy 7/8/9 10:11, everybody! :)

The week with Q's brother and his fiance visiting has been going quite well.

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Q CUT HIS HAIR.

Please stay tuned to this station for further updates.

(Well, excited and scared.)

Things I Didn't Want To Be Doing Until 2:15 In The Morning:

1. Cleaning the house for Quincy's brother's and his fiance's week-long visit starting tomorrow.

Things I Did Until 2:15 In The Morning:

1. Cleaned the house for Quincy's brother's and his fiance's week-long visit starting tomorrow.
2. Went to sleep.

G'nite, folks!

Why does everyone seem to think that honesty MUST be brutal? Dears, it's not a requirement; nay, it's really only to be so in the most extreme of cases. The "nice, necessary, true" test doesn't include "nastiness for the sake of it." It's not something to be worn as a badge of honor; rather, it is something to be embarrassed by if it comes to the point of being absolutely necessary.

Happy Stonewall Anniversary!

40 years ago a bunch of disenfranchised drag queens, hustlers and faggots stood up, fought back and said, "No more!" I owe the fact that I can live my life openly and honestly in this country to these people, and I will always be thankful for them.

THANK YOU!

Now everyone go out and do something fabulously gay today. :)

I could use some happy thoughts, prayers, positive vibes, good mojo, luck, auspicious brainwaves, affirmations, favorable chance, and universal optimistic energy, if y'all don't mind. :)

YO, MONDAY. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

My back and neck are killing me, I'm tired and cranky, I've got too much work to do, and we're going to be running all weekend long.

Music used to mean a lot more to me than it does now. What happened there?

So where are the communities where we tell people how much they're loved and respected BEFORE they die?

Not that anyone had any doubts as to how wonderful and lovable and memorable and flat-out awesome Stuart was, but I highly recommend reading this:

http://community.livejournal.com/escapade_con/65683.html

I knew he was famous, well-known and respected in the slash community, but this... well, this is just amazing. He touched far more lives than I think even he realized, not that he'd ever be anything other than humble about it.

I started a community where people can gather to post pictures and stories and memories at minotaursfriend. I encourage folks to join up, read, and appreciate how much we're going to miss him.

(The community name is sort of a pun he'd appreciate. He once told me that his LJ name was "minotaurs" because it was "minotaurs" blog, as opposed to minotaurs' blog. Now, I think he just used that as an excuse because "minotaur" was taken on LJ, but he never copped to it. To that end, then, this will be minotarsfriend's blog, not "minotaursfriends" blog, since LJ adds the "'s" in the title. Besides, "minotaursfriends" was too many characters, but I'll never cop to it. I dunno, it makes sense to me. He'd call me a dork, of course.)