I started to write about all the ways things are horrible, but fuckit. You all know them. Virulent nationalism, xenophobia, racism, violence, and guns. Also economic and environmental fuckery and, as always, the patriarchy. I am thoroughly sick of everything, including anything I might have to say about it all. Not even the BBC gives me anything to feel calm about. FTW, and 3 uses of the f-word in one paragraph about sums it up.
On the lighter side, let me complain, yet again, about howI fail at Tumblr. I had a little time last week, so I thought I would try to enter the BtVS conversation in a couple of places, and that I'd be able to figure it out this time. Almost immediately, I lost track of what was being said where, could not find the threads I knew I had seen someplace, and found posters leapfrogging over each other until I was completely lost. Apparently there is a vast difference between "commenting" and "reblogging" — much more than I knew. I can never find my "comments, which also post before I've edited/finished them. I give up. I can't figure out how to keep track of even my own content/contributions. I guess I'll stick to looking at pictures and following links on the Herald, but not engaging over there. That's where the BtVS conversation is, so it's frustrating.
Um, I don't think I mentioned over here that I posted the first couple of chapters of a WIP at
seasonal_spuffy, back in May. If you missed it, and don't mind a bit of silliness, here you go:Title: What Happens in Canada
Rating: Mature — for language, themes, and science
Summary: For the good of her sister Slayers, Buffy participates in a study (in Canada). She's a giver.
Since then, I've been to some films at the Frameline (LGBTQ) Film Festival. It was super fun, as always. Dear Old Dad was visiting, and we saw the touring company performance of Cabaret (thanks,
feliciacraft!), went to the new SFMOMA, and did a bunch of other art-related things. Including this really amazing stealth photography museum, called Pier 24, which has a huge, amazing, super-curated exhibition. There is virtually no signage and it only allows a handful of people in at any given time. You have to make reservations online and then go through an airlock (only slightly exaggerating) to see the marvelous photos. If you are into photography and coming to or already in SF, I highly recommend it! After all that, I went to see Alan Cumming Sings Sappy Songs at the Castro Theater, which is his live show. I like him.I am kicking around the possibility of going to the UK in September, partially to attend
writerconuk! It's all very sudden, which makes me think I'll probably not pull it off, but the temptation is fierce.Before that, I'm going to San Diego Comic-Con for the first time in years, ostensibly to flog the new Fantagraphics collection/reprint of Wimmen's Comix. If you will be in San Diego, come to my panel:
The Complete Wimmen's Comix: A Her-story
Groundbreaking women cartoonists discuss the pioneering history of this comic series that covered still-taboo topics like abortion, menstruation, masturbation, castration, lesbians, witches, murderesses, and feminists. Moderator: Trina Robbins.
Sunday July 24, 2016 12:00pm - 1:00pm , Room 29AB
Doesn't that sound like fun?
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