Work, bellydance, HP

The good news: my boss is going away on vacation for a few days
The bad: right now he is in defcon 5 for his pre-travel anxiety. I may need to shoot him with a tranq gun or possibly just a brick to the head to help make getting through today possible.

My blond moment for today: not realizing until this morning that people in the UK will be able to start reading the new Harry Potter book hours ahead of people in the US. Darn you UK people!! On the other hand, US people get to see last night's ep of the Daily Show which had the best segment on Harry Potter. It! Could! Happen! Here!

Had belly dance last night. Those of you who remember my wibbling about last week will be happy to know that without me saying anything we changed the pattern up a bit so that everybody gets a chance to lead. Which naturally means that when my part came up I choked and died like a choking and dying thing. Granted so did everybody else in some form or another while doing their bit because it was the first time we were trying it in the new configuration, but I still think it's funny that last week I was all "I can lead, I'm not worried, la la la" and then BOOM! Choke. (What threw me is that I was leading in a circle, which I hadn't done before, so there's one more thing for me to practice).

Last night was also the happy news that we've been contacted by an art organization to perform! In public! Possibly for money! And you know what day it is? August 13! Otherwise known as the one frikkin' day in all of August that I can't take off work! GAH!

But tonight is Harry Potter. I shall attempt to maintain my zen until then.

Grrrrr

Dear Baptist Church that I pass on my way to Trader Joe's:

Thank you so much for giving me the excellent news that the poor no longer go hungry, the war in Iraq is over, cancer has been cured, and absolutely no one on earth is going to wear white after Labor Day ever again. Mind you, I did feel it was a bit confusing to word all of that in an extremely large banner which proclaimed "Defend Marriage And Family Against Homosexuals" which blocked what was otherwise a very pretty view along my drive but I suppose if every single problem in the world has been solved except that gay marriage thing, a big banner showing your happiness about that fact is certainly called for. And may I say congratulations that you've cleaned so much off of your Godly To Do list that you've finally gotten down to gay marriage which had to be - what? At least number 72? Boy it must be a load off your mind knowing that murder no longer happens, rapists don't exist, and Fox has issued an apology for ever cancelling Firefly.

Anyhoo, since there are no more pressing problems in the world to solve I thought I, as a bisexual girl, could maybe help you out with the gay marriage thing. After all, with everything else taken care of I guess I don't need to spend any of my time working hard so I can donate my time and money to charity. Granted, I don't know what I'm going to do now that I have all these extra hours on my hands, but thankfully I have knitting to fall back on to help fill the time.

So, with regards to the gay marriage thing, has this been a big problem for you? Because if you'd like I could go online and contact all the gays and lesbians in the area and tell them to please, for politeness's sake, stop bothering your church and demanding to be married in it. I mean boy, you must just get hoards of them battering down your door and I don't blame you at all for being annoyed about it. Goodness knows I hate being bothered by door to door Bible salesmen!

And you know, I don't actually hate gay people since not only am I half of one of them but I also know that they are, you know, people so I am more than happy to talk to them on your behalf so that you don't get any gay cooties on you and thus become homosexuals yourselves. After all, it's only by getting gay cooties on you that you can become gay, and I'm sure that is why your entire congregation has been splitting itself up in divorce, buying up all the leather and lame that they can find, and relocating to the Village to become appartment flippers or chorus dancers.

So I'll help keep the gay cooties away from you, I'll tell all the gays in the area not to force you to marry them, and you can tear down that silly ol' sign that in no way felt like a total and utter kick to my gut while I was having an otherwise very pleasant afternoon that wasn't at all involved with people trying to take my basic human rights away in the name of protecting something that I myself am a member of while using the excuse of the loving God that I believe in. And then you can move on to the next pressing problem on your list which is, I'm sure, hangnails.

Yours etc,
TBQ

WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Got my golden Harry Potter ticket! I showed up at Borders a half hour before the party started and they were already handing out numbers. I'm #125 which means I'll be in the third group of people called. It also means that I can wait out the next couple of hours at home. Wooo!!

Not that I don't love the fannish experience of the midnight parties, and I geniunely do like seeing the kids play games and get into it, but that's why I'll go back at 11. That'll give me an hour to hang out and chill and wait for the line to start, just in case they start the line early. 3 hours of that was doable if I had to, but since I don't have to I'd much rather relax and work on my grandmother's scarf at home while catching up on my Tivo and not being stressed out by all the people freaking out around me. Plus at my house I don't have to sit on the floor while I knit ;)

In other news, versailles_rose? I was able to get powdered buttermilk at the A&P. Go fig. I'll give it a whirl tomorrow when I make the cornmeal biscuits again. (Another advantage of waiting at home is that I can premake the quiche so that tomorrow I can just heat it up).

Also tonight I have learned that it is not the smartest idea to go to the bathroom in the dark when you have a small black cat who likes to drink out of the toilet. Though I imagine Luna and I had very similar looks on our faces when I nearly sat down on her. Ahem.