Always Right

I had a conversation the other day with a woman, that…was really disconcerting.

We ended up touching on a lot of subjects that I have very strong feelings about – (like racism in the U.S. and various queer identities).

I finally managed to end the conversation (though probably not very gracefully).

Later, she said to me “Did you know that you always have to be right about everything?”


This was…really strange for me.

I honestly don’t think anyone has ever said that to me.

I’ve been told that I’m contrary (and I can be), but not that I must always be right about everything.

She said “You must get that all the time.”

And I was just like…”No, actually. Not that I can recall.”

And she said “Every time I said something, you told me I was wrong. I would say something, and you would say ‘Well, actually‘ and then tell me I was wrong.”


I’m…not really sure how I feel about this.

Because, on the one hand…that is the last person I want to be.

I don’t ever want to come off as being the person who must always be right about everything, because if you want to always be right, it usually means that at some point you’ve stopped listening to the other person; at some point, you’ve stopped trying to see the logic of their point of view.

On the other hand…

Maybe I have become that person, a bit, because… when it comes to topics of conversation… I have stopped listening, to an extant.


I don’t know. I guess it’s the balance of filtering things out.


Like, I don’t care what Rush Limbaugh has to say…about anything, really.

But that’s also admitting that I’ve willingly chose to stop listening.


I don’t know how I feel about that.


There has been thunder almost every day for the past fortnight.

It’s amazing.

I turn off all of the lights in the Vivarium and sit in the living room. I pull back the blinds on the door to the balcony and just watch the lightning.

There are morning when I wake up, because I can feel the vibration of the thunder through the floor.

Sometimes, I make a pot of tea and sit on the balcony, and just watch the storms go by.

The sky turns purple against the green trees of hill country, and lightening take up the entire horizon.


The world is so beautiful.

Of Writing and Fashion

Recently, I’ve been spending a lot of my spare time writing.

I’m working on building up my word count. I’d really like to be able to write something novella-length, but at the moment I don’t have very much practice with long-form stories.

I feel like I’ve gotten pretty good at the shorter format of blogging. (Which, I’m aware definitely isn’t a short form for some bloggers. Some folks out there can write posts that are thousands of words long.

If that’s you, you are incredibly impressive, and I am immensely inspired by your abilities. For real.)

One of the things I’ve noticed about my writing though, is that often, when I’m writing characters who are women…I spend a lot of time describing their clothes.

I’m really frustrated by this, because, on the one hand, I don’t usually spend nearly as much time describing the clothing of the men (if I describe it at all), but on the other hand, I feel like describing the clothing of a woman is really telling of their character.

Is she wearing a dress? Does she have matching shoes? Are her jeans ripped? Did they come that way, or did she get them from falling off a skateboard? Does she wear combat boots and lip gloss?

Maybe it’s because men’s fashion usually has less variation, so choices are less individualized. A guy wearing t-shirt and jeans doesn’t necessarily tell you much about the character.

But, it’s making me realize how much I read into women (and other folks, but mostly women) based on what they’re wearing.

I need to work on that.

Note To Self: Do Not Be Donkey Kong

I was walking home from work the other day, when I found this:



…It may or may not have taken an inexcusable amount of will power to not do this:




(We’re going to ignore any physical impossibilities/ issues with reality that would prevent me from pursuing my desired course of action.)






Words of the Week!



alterity, noun
1.) The fact or state of being other or different; diversity, difference, otherness; an instance of this.
agnoiology, noun
1.) The study of the nature of ignorance.
2.) The study of what it is impossible to know.
3.) A particular theory concerning things not known.
*definitions from the OED.

Best Call Ever

Okay, so not technically a call, but still.


Today was my first day at work after training. Unfortunately, the computer system was being worked on, and I didn’t have all of the codes to get in without the system running.

So, I talked to some people who talked to some people who had the number of someone who could come in and get me computer access.

This was awesome.

Then, the manager gave me her phone number, so if something else goes wrong in the future, there will be a significantly smaller amount of running around and people carrying messages.

Also awesome.




I have a group of new friends that I’d been trying to plan a hang-out session with for nearly a week.

I got a text, that was something along the lines of “hey, can you make it tonight?”

I am…stupidly fond of flowery text in casual situations, so my response was:


“I won’t be able to make until around midnight, but I’d love to come if you’ll still have me.”


I sent this text.


Thirty minutes later I got a text back from my boss saying “I don’t think you meant to send this to me.”




No, I did not.


Because out of context…that is…*THE MOST* BOOTY-CALL TEXT EVER.


…then I tripped on the floor and fell into a wall.




(I then decided to go home and *sleep* instead of going over to hang out.

This was…probably a very good decision.)

Late Night Talk

I have become rather good acquaintances with the guy who covers the night shift at the Holiday Inn.

It’s great, because, really, nobody comes in after midnight, so I get off work and we can just hang out and talk.

I sometimes realize how much I’ve really not done a very good job of building up a network of people I can actually talk to in person.

Then I remember, because I was chatting with this guy for over four hours, and by the time I went home, my voice hurt from talking so much.

I really like people, but often, I spend my time talking to people that I’ll never meet again. Part of that is just working in hospitality, but a lot of it is also me not going out and really finding people here in the city.

I’m getting better in that respect. I’m building a crew of folk to hang out with.

It’s really good. I love people, but having people that you actually have *history* with is also really really nice sometimes.

Of a Dream

Last night, I had a dream that me and Cherlize Theron were leading a group of ladies, and along the way we kept having to build new machines out of like, paper and cardboard. And defeat bad guys. And we were *awesome* at it.

Clearly my subconscious is telling me that I *MUST* go see the new Mad Max film.

I can’t not. I had a sign in a dream.


We all know that signs from dreams *always* lead to good decisions, right?

Or something.