Idiot Parade

I have to give a shout-out to Ed Fox–the purpose of the iLikes was not to be all ‘*hint-hint* You should totally get me these things’, (though if anyone actually can make me the Fraggle Rock cake for my birthday, I’ll be your slave and have 10,000 of your babies), but Ed loved the Rock-Paper-Scissor-Lizard-Spock shirt so much that he bought one for each of us. Woot sauce!

Alright, until faire is over, The iLikes will be for things sold there…hawking the wares, if you will.

First and foremost:

Yeah, there won’t be an image here. Tried to find one, could not, damnnation and hellfire.

Pale Moon

These are the most gorgeous necklaces, made of bone, and very popular among the faire participants and patrons. Got a beautiful one for my neice for her high school graduation, and I want to get the pretty acorn one for myself this year.

Off to rehearsal.

I have learned more about myself in the past week and a half than I generally do in six months.

A huge part of my world view has been significantly altered, because I’ve managed to stumble upon several people who, while they aren’t like me, per se, they have enough similar qualities to make me realize ‘Oh…I’m not completely insane for doing/thinking/wanting (insert something here)’.

I find myself enjoying time with girl friends, which is something I’ve never experienced. I have had female best friends, most of whom I’m still very close to, but this is the first time in my life where I’ve found a kinship with several other women.

Also, I’ve recently discovered that it is possible for someone to care about me as much as I care about them. On a romantic level, this is completely foreign. I’ve loved a few times, but I’ve never been loved back. It’s an adventure that I’m looking forward to having for a long time.

Spring break ends tomorrow. Faire opens next weekend. Still looking for a job. Need to start researching Masters programs.

It really doesn’t suck being me.

A fellow faire performer suggested I look this up, and I’m very glad I did; these little ‘beauty tips’ are well worth remembering and practicing:

(Note: Contrary to popular belief, this was not written by Audrey Hepburn. It was, however, a favorite poem of hers, written by Sam Levenson.)

“Time Tested Beauty Tips”

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

And how.

First, the iLike:

I want it, and I want it now, Rock-Paper-Sicssors-Lizard-Spock is made of win.

In other news, I’ve survived the hell that is finals. Workshops are going well. Nothing to yell or rant about, which is a nice change.

Oh, I did find this creature wandering around faire, and he’s rather adorable, so I’ve decided to keep him:

That’s all for now. Real update within the next week, I promise.

Once a week, I’m just going to post a picture and a caption of something, anything, that I’ve found and love.

As found on Cake Wrecks:

I so want it for my birthday. Down in Fraggle Rock!

Sex, plus texting, equals…anyone? Buller?

Sexting.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, sexting. It sounds juvenile. It is juvenile.

Except, no, wait. A girl in Ohio hanged herself because her ‘sexting’ made her the target of abuse and ridicule.

To sum up: Eighteen-year-old Jessi uses her camera phone to take and send a nude picture to her boyfriend. A year later, they break up. The ex-boyfriend forwards the photo to hundreds of people…people at their school, who begin to torment the girl, calling her a whore. Eventually, it becomes too much, and Jessi hangs herself in her closet.

The story breaks, and everyone’s talking about what a tragedy it is and the dangers of ‘sexting’. Yes, it is a tragedy. It is always a crime for such a young life to come to a sudden and unnecessary halt. It’s also sad and awful when something like this sweeps the evening news with a bunch of specials and experts, warning parents against the dangers of cell phones and promiscuity.

This is not about cell phones or promiscuity.

Here’s the thing. The majority of the response has been along the lines of “this is why teenagers shouldn’t have cell phones”, or “this is why parents suck at monitoring”. Oh, she didn’t think ahead, she didn’t think about the consequences of her actions. I want to know why everyone cares so much. She was 18, she sent a picture to her boyfriend. Why is that wrong? Why isn’t anyone criticizing her peers for calling her a whore, when there is nothing whorish about it? Why is all the flack landing on a dead girl, instead of the immature boy who decided to make a spectacle out of something supposed to be private and sweet? Instead, it turned into this puritanical bullshit about privacy and nudity instead of what it should be about–teenagers (and legal adults, in this case) being cruel.

There is plenty of blame to go around, but Jessi doesn’t deserve any of it. She did nothing wrong, as far as I’m concerned. I have given a naked picture to a guy I was with (sorry, Dad). It was fun, it was sexy, and it’s no better or worse than actually sleeping with the person. If I misjudged his character, and he turned out to be the kind of person who would share that picture with the whole world….the fault wouldn’t be mine. I don’t think so. And I don’t think it was Jessi’s. And it’s not technology’s fault, and her parents weren’t irresponsible or negligent. This isn’t a social commentary. It’s about people being mean. End of story.

I hope she found peace.

The nuts are gone!

…nevermind.

I love you, Mom.

I knew something was up when my managers came after OpenGym. They never show up when I’m cleaning.

I’m nice and great with the kids (their words), and I saved their asses by cleaning all the time and subsitute teaching for a month and a half (my words). But it wasn’t working out (their words again).

I strongly disliked my managers anyway. But damnit, I don’t want to leave my kids. Jett finally smiled at me. He’s serious around everyone, almost never laughs; but tonight, he smiled when he saw me. Noah blows me kisses. Alesha, oh my god, she won’t let me out of her sight. Indio, too. Both of them, always grabbing my hands, because they need me RIGHT HERE. Lilah is so pretty and so quiet, like a little fae. Sweet and anything. Princess Katie…funny as hell. Never talks to the other kids. Doesn’t want to play with them. Things will be done her way, or won’t be done at all. Mandy. I know I shouldn’t have favorites, but I love Mandy. She’s loud, and a little nuts and she’s walking now. In the time I’ve known her, she has learned to walk. I love the way she yells MAAAAANNNNDYYYYY! at the top of her lungs, just to make sure we’re paying attention. And the way she stomps around in a circle, squealing nonsense. My cute little spaz. Her mom and I call her Mandypants. It worked well.

I don’t even get to say goodbye.

…at least now I have more time to study for finals. Hell.

I should be writing a paper, but the last thing my brain has room for right now is whether or not Mansfield Park is representative of the Victorian Era.

Faire starts on Friday. Mixed feelings. I can’t wait to go back; I miss the people and the general environment. In spite of all the negative things that cropped up last season, it still feels more like a home than anywhere else. Being a May Reveler is going to be wonderful. I love the other girls and I love the dance shows. However…I am anxious about my…social life. Seeing certain people I care about move on. It’s selfish and childish, but I’ve gotten used to the attention and I’ll be sad to give it up. Aileen says that he most important thing is to find someone who’s nice to me…much harder than it sounds. At least now I have a reference point.

I started casting again, first time in four years. I hate saying ‘spells’. Sounds Hollywood to me. It wasn’t with much intention, anyway, nothing with hope for a specific outcome. I’m just trying to open myself up to goodness and light, so that I have the strength and power to help myself and the people I love. Quite a few have been through emotional ringers lately. Most of my god wishes were sent towards she who happened to be in the center of it all…last I heard, she was on a better path. Whether or not my will or wishes had anything to do with it, who knows. It’s unlikely. But at least, so far, no harm has been done.

Tomorrow, the California Supreme Court will be hearing arguments regarding the validity of Prop 8. I can’t begin to describe how nervous I am. Someone is going to have to text me updates, as I’ll be in class during the proceedings and I doubt any of my professors will let me watch on my computer. The logic of allowing the majority to decide the fate of a minority escapes me. I wish there were a way to accomplish this without stepping on anyone’s belief system. People shouldn’t be sued and forced to ordin a marriage they don’t believe in, and people shouldn’t be denied the title of ‘marriage’ because they love someone of the same sex. People just need to do their own thing, stay out of each other’s business, and do their best not to hurt other people. That’s what really ticks me off. Everyone says I Don’t Want To Hurt You. I think it’s rare for someone to enter into a situation with malicious intent. But, really, what’s so difficult about not hurting someone? Be respectful, be honest, keep your promises. Above all things, be considerate and be kind. If we considered everyone’s feelings, 8 wouldn’t be an issue. This is a simple formula. Stop messing it up.

Oh, in other news, I’m no longer an eharmony reject. I deleted my profile. Just wanted to see if I’d be two for two on incompatibility. I was all set to make an eharmony reject T-shirt. Curses! Lost an opportunity for The Funny.

Watchmen premiere tomorrow night. I am geek, hear me roar. Or giggle a lot, which could possibly lead to snorting.