Jun. 15th, 2005 11:23 am
Now that the T1 line is back...
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mizarchivistWork had a T-Comm blackout for almost a full day. Apparently I've not been very inspired to write for over a week now. so... What's been going on- uh, let's see.
- Date with Docorion on Thursday: a pre-pride parade meeting meant I had to masquerade as mudpuppy, a fine sushi dinner at Bluefin (his first visit there), and hanging out at Davis Sq. was quite lovely
- Saturday's Pride activities were way too frelling hot. I bailed on the marching right around the time the Poly folk turned the corner to the South End. I just headed towards the park. A very wise choice given I am certain I'd have been inconsolably wiped by the end of the march.
- Sunday: quiet_elegance's birthday. We had a very few people over- Thankfully it was such a small group everyone fit reasonably comfortably in front of the living room AC unit. It was the perfect balance of people and was exactly what he wanted.
- Any extra home freetime has been taken up with mainlining Stargate SG1 episodes, courtesy of my pusher/ co-worker/ minion, Robin. Thankfully she is getting good at anticipating my patterns and offered up season 3 before I even finished with 2. She's such a good girl!
- Tonight caulay and I will have a carb-fest at Macaroni Grill before filling up on eye-candy of the Jolie/Pitt flavor. I have low expectations on Mr and Mrs Smith. They just have to have a few witty bits of dialog and the pretty people be... pretty. The temptation to go see the new Batman is high, but I would get lynched at home if I went to that w/out the boys.
Oh yeah!! And I bought the Lactogen and it arrived last Monday. So far so good save for a bit of upper GI gas. The Lactogen people say if I scale back by 3 days (making it a total of 41 not 38 days) I should be fine. But... but... but... 3 days?! Meh! I may see how I do tonight. It's not unbearable, just a little oogie. If it's still oogie after today, then I'll scale back.
[pause for a phone conversation with Miz Bookteacher and the harvesting of an extremely useful concept]: Guilt doesn't get me off. Don't show me guilt. Show me change. Besides- stigmatas are soooo over-rated, so three centuries ago. Thanks, J. you and yours do have a great way of putting things most of the time.
... my GOD- what is that divine smell? First guess: chicken tariyaki only half an hour to lunch....
- Date with Docorion on Thursday: a pre-pride parade meeting meant I had to masquerade as mudpuppy, a fine sushi dinner at Bluefin (his first visit there), and hanging out at Davis Sq. was quite lovely
- Saturday's Pride activities were way too frelling hot. I bailed on the marching right around the time the Poly folk turned the corner to the South End. I just headed towards the park. A very wise choice given I am certain I'd have been inconsolably wiped by the end of the march.
- Sunday: quiet_elegance's birthday. We had a very few people over- Thankfully it was such a small group everyone fit reasonably comfortably in front of the living room AC unit. It was the perfect balance of people and was exactly what he wanted.
- Any extra home freetime has been taken up with mainlining Stargate SG1 episodes, courtesy of my pusher/ co-worker/ minion, Robin. Thankfully she is getting good at anticipating my patterns and offered up season 3 before I even finished with 2. She's such a good girl!
- Tonight caulay and I will have a carb-fest at Macaroni Grill before filling up on eye-candy of the Jolie/Pitt flavor. I have low expectations on Mr and Mrs Smith. They just have to have a few witty bits of dialog and the pretty people be... pretty. The temptation to go see the new Batman is high, but I would get lynched at home if I went to that w/out the boys.
Oh yeah!! And I bought the Lactogen and it arrived last Monday. So far so good save for a bit of upper GI gas. The Lactogen people say if I scale back by 3 days (making it a total of 41 not 38 days) I should be fine. But... but... but... 3 days?! Meh! I may see how I do tonight. It's not unbearable, just a little oogie. If it's still oogie after today, then I'll scale back.
[pause for a phone conversation with Miz Bookteacher and the harvesting of an extremely useful concept]: Guilt doesn't get me off. Don't show me guilt. Show me change. Besides- stigmatas are soooo over-rated, so three centuries ago. Thanks, J. you and yours do have a great way of putting things most of the time.
... my GOD- what is that divine smell? First guess: chicken tariyaki only half an hour to lunch....
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It sounds like you're taking about someone else expressing guilt to cover for their "failings." While change is certainly preferrable, there's another school of thought that I've found to be quite accurate: you can't expect people to change for you. Sometimes they'll try and fail (and often things will be even worse), sometimes they don't want to and won't try, sometimes they'll actually try and succeed -- but you can't really predict which is going to happen, and for major things, it's rarely plan C.
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Guilt vs. change... Originally I'd been more wordy, however I decided to keep it brief. So, to clarify, the situation I'm referring to where I prefer change to guilt:
I'm not talking about failings so much as transgressions. You done me wrong and we both know it. Those dun wrong (famous amongst those are dysfunctional family members, but not exclusive) do not consider future actions, rather focus on the act and require punishment via acknowledgement of guilt. Others who have been dun wrong would rather move on from the fuckup and hope that person doesn't repeat the transgression. I think there's a big difference between what I was trying to convey and what you sketched out.