I am actually too angry to have much to say right now, and I'm giving myself a rage headache. So, I'm going to c&p the important points.

From rhombal:

Summary: two talk show hosts on Sacramento's KRXQ 98.5 FM radio station went into a half-hour long diatribe against transgender children. They called them "idiots" and "freaks", advocated violence against them, and said things like "allowing transgenders to exist, pretty soon it becomes normal to fall in love with the animals". GLAAD's post about it is here; they have a link to the audio of the show, but I haven't listened to it because reading the recounts of it were enough for me. I don't think I could handle listening to the actual show.

GLAAD pushed for an apology and got "I’m sorry that you might find it funny — or I’m sorry that you might not find it funny that some people laugh when Arnie — who does not have a child — talks about throwing a shoe at his non-existent son. You know what? Some people do laugh and they know we’re not serious, that Arnie’s not serious and we don’t advocate for it." (from here) Excuse me? "I'm sorry that you might not find it funny"? What the hell is that?

Snapple, Sonic, and Chipotle have pulled advertising from the station, but there are still a bunch of advertisers who haven't done anything.

Some other links here and what to do about this fuckery, this irresponsible, nauseating intolerance here.

I need to go lie down now or I'm going to throw up.

Yesterday I had a meeting with my contact person at the employment agency and he was kind of marvelous and lovely in every way, so I went away feeling pretty good about that and not anxious at all. Weather was wonderful -- not very sunny, mind, but about 20 or so degrees and I went out in a hoodie and no jacket -- and I read Crime and Punishment all the way down. No one told me that was actually a decent book.

( My day yesterday, plus a photograph. Birches are getting leafy, so you can imagine how I feel. )

Today, I was feeling lazy, contemplating to go to the social insurance office but being anxious and stupid about it and watching Hairspray videos of my favorite songs (Zac Efron, stop being charming right this minute!), and my doorbell rang. Bzuh? I thought and went to open the door. My mail man stands there, saying, "I have a letter for you, but it's huge, so I'll bring it up for you later."

( There is no amount of flail in the world to convey how much I love today as well. )

So today I realized that I really do have the best friends on the planet, who love me for being me, and won't trample all over me like certain other someones I could mention. People who are just as ready to take care of me and give me what I need as I am to take care of them. And that's a pretty good realization to have, even if, like, 75% of said friends live 3600+ miles away.

Another pretty decent realization: my sister loves me and she will not tolerate anyone treating me badly, not even myself. Also, she really doesn't like my ex-BFF and never really has.

But the thing that made my day the most today? I got a package in the mail. My face: :DDDDDDDD

( The contents of said package. Happy early birthday to me. )

I LOVE THE WHOLE WORLD TODAY.

It even started with Spencer telling Brendon he puts the ass in Jurassic Park and being very, very subtle about how much he would like to bone his singer. I'M JUST SAYING.

I just got this in the mail today:

( Picture! Possibly I'm the only one who cares, but. *hearteyes* )

I just about DIED. GOD, that's cute, like they didn't hold my heart in their sticky little fingers already, Christ. And as if that wasn't enough, my brother sent me pictures of his criminally gorgeous daughters yesterday (6 and 1 years old), and Yanin, the littlest, has learned to walk along things now, and ugh, I miss them SO MUCH, guys. :(

Also, interestingly, Firefox spellcheck doesn't recognize "Åsa" (or "Firefox" for that matter), but LJ's spellcheck doesn't seem to have that problem at all. Hm.

In more fannish news, Mikey Way is doing his damndest to steal my heart by being clever and funny and adorable and wishing his brother happy birthday on Twitter (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH STOP THIS I CAN'T TAKE IT). But then I checked the blog, and I'm sorry, guys, I have to quote this entire thing, because I LOVE HIM.

"Me harping on Ecto-Cooler's untimely demise over on Twitter gave me a massive burst of repressed childhood memories. I remember going with Gee, Handsome Don, and Momma Way to the Loews in Secaucus NJ, to see Ghostbusters opening week back in 1984. (For you mathematicians, that would make me 4 years old) My excitement had reached a fever pitch, and i couldn't wait to see that gigantic Marshmallow Man up on the big screen. I was already a huge fan of Bill Murray from his Caddyshack and Meatballs hijinx, and i thought Dan Aykroyd was pretty swell too. I was literally counting the seconds until the lights dimmed, probably asking Gee every three seconds when the movie was gonna start. Upon the film starting, that excitement got derailed a bit. After getting a call from the New York Public Library, the boys go to check out a "disturbance" in the stacks in the basement. This is where things went south for a four year old me. Cue in creepy basement and creepy music. "I thought this was supposed to be a funny movie, Gewawd." Dan Akyroyd threw me under the bus right then and there, by saying on the count of three they were gonna "get her". "NOOOO!!!!!!!!" i exclaimed. A four year old me knew this was indeed a BAD idea. Upon three, the Ghost Librarian transforms from tranquil old woman to the ghoulish hag pictured right here. That image plagued my nightmares for years to come. Needless to say there was a vapor trail behind me ala Looney Tunes , and i B-lined to a hiding spot behind the Galaga arcade machine. A highly amused Handsome Don found me shortly thereafter, and kept me company until the movie was over. I was too embarrassed to go back into the theater and finish the movie, so i had to wait until HBO decided to grace us with a "WORLD PREMIERE". Ghostbusters became one of my favorite films of all time from that point on, and i still watch it at least once a month on DVD (sometimes more)."

I can't decide what I love the best. The fact that he calls his (I'm assuming) dad "Handsome Don" or the fact that he asked Gee forty times if the movie was going to start or that he hid behind an arcade machine and his dad had to come get him out or the "I thought this was supposed to be a funny movie, Gewawd." which might have sent me into sugar coma right then and there.

Stop doing this to my heart, Mikey. I don't know how much more I can take. ♥

SHE'S MOVING SHE'S MOVING GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH SHE'S MOVING

So I'll spend a week scrubbing out the kitchen and the bathroom, but all's well that ends well.

Um. So I'm going to say this now.

Pretty Little Monsters is at 92,040 words. That's 201 pages. That's 28 chapters. That's 4 and a half months of work.

IT'S FINISHED, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Pretty Little Monsters, my first novel, is finished.

I think the thing I love the most after going to the movies -- especially one like this -- is how I feel like I'm moving one shutter click at a time. The keys sliding into the door. Slipping them back into the pocket when the door closes. My hand reaching out and snapping the lock behind me. My shoes on the floor. Me hanging my coat back on the rack. I feel like I'm living in graphics, and I gotta admit it's pretty awesome. I love it when movies influence me like this. I feel more interesting, at the same time as I write the review out in my head.

Oh, yes. I went and I saw Watchmen. And let me tell you... phwoar.

( Spoilers galore. )

All in all, I'm blown away, and if it didn't cost a fucking fortune, I would go again tomorrow. In conclusion, &WATCHMEN;

ETA: Also, there needs to be Watchmen fic, like, yesterday. Who's with me?

Good day today. Look what I got!

( Pictures of... things. And bread! )

My sister came into my room today, I was just waking up, and she said, "Hey, you've got mail." Then she flicked through the envelopes, reading out loud, "Cristina Moreno, Chris Bellinger, Addie Land, Jessamy Orcutt, 'danacias'..."

That? Was the best way to start the day I've ever experienced. ♥

Chris, darling boy, it's perfect and I LOVE it. ♥&YOU;♥

I got gifts today! From YOU, and I LOVE them. Well, specifically from KL and, yes, I opened the package, but can you blame me? Gifts! *sealclap of GLEE* I LOOOOOOOOVE the tees, darling, and the card, oh man the card. !!!!!!!! Also, my mother's face upon seeing me IN the t-shirts was classic, so thank you for that unexpected bonus, sugarcake.

Also! I got cards from Erin -- ♥ X INFINITY, I LOVE YOU -- and Shirley and Karin (both of which arrived a couple of days ago, but I kept forgetting to mention, but my BIG STUPID SMILE LET ME SHOW YOU IT :D), and I love you all. ♥♥♥♥

Can I just really quickly now join the staggering crowd of people who are completely fucking in love with Spencer Smith today? Because, yes.

Okay, I'm going to take a leaf out of HeyCris' book here and say that, yeah, I babble a lot about bandom, but even if you scroll past this shit all the time, take the time to read this motherfucking article, guys. This is why I love this stupid band so, so much.

SPENCER SMITH, OWNING MY HEART SINCE FOREVER.

An email, sent to a Miss Aly aka sinuous_curve just a minute ago:

"Aly, MY HEART. MY HEART MY HEART. I JUST SAW THE PANIC DVD OMFG MY HEART.

General impressions, without spoiling anything for you: RYAN ROSS IS THE BIGGEST DORK ON THE PLANET AND I LOVE HIS FACE SO MUCH I THINK MY CHEST IS GOING TO EXPLODE. SPENCER SMITH GAH. JON, JON WITH A GUITAR ILHIM. BRENDON URIE ON A SKATEBOARD. "THIS IS THE WORST IDEA EVER". LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

I am so charmed, Alybear! So charmed! My love, it hurts me. My heart, my heart. It aches with the LOVE."

I love them so much right now. I don't think I'll stop smiling any time soon. ♥&THEM;♥

( A more in depth, but sadly no more coherent than this, flail about the In the Days DVD )

♥_______________♥

TRAVIS MCCOY STOP KILLING ME THIS ISN'T FUNNY.

Bronx Mowgli Wentz, Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games.........
I’m so happy to welcome, my main man, little Bronx Mowgli Wentz into this crazy world of ours. Congrats to Petey and Ash. I’ve been so stoked about this ever since i found out Ash had a bun in the oven. You know Uncle Travie had to make sure Bronx ‘s swagger was on a hundred, thousand, TRILLION from day one, SO, i took it upon myself to make sure I was the first one to get him his 1st pair of J’s. I couldnt help my self so i got him a couple pairs of AF1’s with matching Bib’s. Wholly moley this little fucker is gonna be spoiled rotten if I have anything to do with it……Damn, I can’t wait to make a little pal for him to play with ;)

HE BOUGHT BIBS THAT MATCHES THE SHOES GUYS.

If you haven't seen this, you haven't lived. Clearly the best picture ever, hands down.

( Made my day infinitely better. )

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, way to fail with the hiatus, boys, but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also? ALFONSO CUARONNNNNNN. ♥♥♥♥♥

Confession time: I woke up at 8 AM today and thought, "Who won the election?" I decided that no, I was going to sleep for a while longer -- what bullshit that was anyway. I got online five minutes ago and begged the internet, "Please, I can't take the suspense." Then I saw the result, and, yes, I know I'm not American, I still got all teary-eyed.

YES MOTHERFUCKERS.

I am so fucking proud of every single person who voted right now. Oh, heaven, thank you all so much for voting for Obama. Thank Christ. I swear to you, I have threatened with siccing Bee on Palin if McCain had won. She would have done it too. She's good like that.

And really? It's tragic that I don't care half as much about Swedish politics. *sigh*

Okay. Okay. I just did something potentially kinda stupid, but so fucking awesome that it was totally worth it.

I JUST CALLED BEE AND I TALKED TO HER AND IT WAS EPIC AND AWESOME AND I KNOW YOU'RE ALL JEALOUS. *SHAKES BOOTY*

Guys, guys! I HAVE WRITTEN 5K TODAY. *flails* Jesus. The scene with Elyse just flew by, so that felt good.

The NaNo sites hates me tonight, so we'll use this instead for the time being.

9,544 / 50,000 (19.1%)

Now this is the rest of what I wrote today. When we left our girls, Andie was just being taken by Dr. Mattin to be tortured do some testing.

( She looked awful – hair messy, face puffy and swollen, eyes red, nose snotty – and she was the most beautiful thing Elyse had ever seen. )

What. No, I mean. WHAT.



...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA hh hhh hhh HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

*dies*

Okay. Fine. I lost. Sorry, Spencer Smith, but some things cannot be borne.

AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA. OH, SJSV ILURFACE.