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You gotta love british humor. Via the ever reliable Metafilter.

posted by Space Kitty at 9:36 AM|| Comments (0)

The Earth-Shattering Kaboom Squee!

That's it! I DID IT!

In twenty minutes I walk out of my (OH PLEASE SWEET BABY JEEBUS I'LL DO ANYTHING) last job as a professional assistant.

Thanks to everybody for cheering me on, and helping me realize that I can actually do this. It means more to me than you can ever know. Well, unless you're reading this. Then you already know. But I digress....

Now if you'll excuse me, I need a moment.

*sniff*

posted by Space Kitty at 4:30 PM|| Comments (0)

The what with the who now?

me: Sometimes I'm sorry I wasn't more clever when you were younger. Case in point: When I was in elementary school, my father once left a note on the door of the bedroom that my older sister and I shared: P and E -- Your bedroom smells like an elephant died in there, but it's such a mess, I can't find the body. Please clean it up.

circusfaerie: You were pretty fricken clever, mom. And not many moms read Dr. Suess to their kids and went to the library every week or got to really understand how awesome it is to play outside till it got dark.

But I did think the tooth fairy was a money-wielding tranny due to your little description one night as a wee youth. Mwa!

posted by Space Kitty at 8:45 AM|| Comments (0)

ONE. MORE. DAY.

I can't stop saying it. I've worked it into every conversation, every email, every blog comment, every waking moment of today I've said.....

posted by Space Kitty at 11:24 AM|| Comments (2)

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?

If so, could you give me a little help?

Realizing how much I've procrastinated on everything school-related, I decided to give my notice at work. My last day will be this Friday. Depending on which school I end up attending, that leaves me between two weeks and a month to make all the arrangements.

So why aren't I swinging from the rafters with joy? Mostly it's struggling to determine what this means in terms of my identity. I realize I've spent all too much time invested in - and defined by - roles determined by my relation to others. Being the adopted kid. Having an identical twin. Becoming a single mom. Volunteering as a political activist. Hell, I was even - briefly and ill-advisedly - a wife. And - for nearly twenty years - a corporate wage-slave.

And even though I've always wanted to let it go, a huge part of me still identifies as the hard-working (if reluctant) provider, navigating the evils of the corporate world. I don't like it, but I know how. I know the rules - the wardrobe - the manners - the culture. I know what's expected of me, I know how to behave and I know what to do in order to succeed. I realized I had to make a change because I was no longer capable of pushing myself to do those things well enough, and often enough, to keep from getting fired. That, and - well, it was sucking my soul.

So who the hell am I now? Well, I'm about to become what is euphemistically known as 'an adult learner'.

As I begin this process, let's hope I can keep this quote I yoinked from the_bone's copy of this foremost in my mind: "Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner".

Then maybe my newest incarnation will be defined by me, and not by the circumstances that surround me.

posted by Space Kitty at 6:50 PM|| Comments (1)

I'm MELTING!

It's hot as balls here. I just gave myself a wicked brain freeze and I don't even like cold beverages.

Clearly the end is near.

posted by Space Kitty at 2:52 PM|| Comments (0)

It's the little things

Never delegate office supply ordering to the easily-amused temp with three weeks left on their assignment.

Hee.

posted by Space Kitty at 2:40 PM|| Comments (2)

Pattern Recognition

No, not the William Gibson novel. More like trying to understand the things I see myself doing - over and over again.

I need to register for school. I need to pay my bills. Lord knows I need to do laundry, dishes, housekeeping, go to the gym, stop eating crap food, get enough sleep, look both ways when I cross the street, don't run with scissors, wear clean underwear in case of an accident, don't talk to perverts (hi, mom) - YAEAGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or maybe what I really need to do is take a deep breath, relax, and accept that this is where I am right now, and it's ok. This past year has had more changes than I even know how to process, and there's a lot more to come before the year is over. I need to give myself permission not to be so bloody perfect all the time - and change the pattern of beating myself up for failing to live up to standards I wouldn't dream of imposing on anyone else.

I approve of myself - I approve of myself - I approve of myself /self help mantra

posted by Space Kitty at 8:33 PM|| Comments (1)

Reason Eleventy-billion and two...

...why I won't miss comic-con next year.

Monster.JPG

If I'd only known!!!!

posted by Space Kitty at 9:40 PM|| Comments (0)

ONE-OH-ONE!

I was doing a little housekeeping around the blog, and realized yesterday's Ass Bleaching thread was my 100th post. One hardly knows what to say.

...but if it's "No, really - pull my finger" they'll NEVER FIND THE BODY. /injoke

posted by Space Kitty at 7:45 PM|| Comments (0)

Yeah, I've heard about Courtney Cox.

Between this and this, I don't know whether to shit or go blind. Dear Fashion Industry: Can we start over?

(AND Laura Flynn Boyle. Snicker)

posted by Space Kitty at 10:59 PM|| Comments (3)

Happy birthday jim_t!

Go wish him well! And give him a hug from me.

posted by Space Kitty at 11:16 AM|| Comments (0)

Good Luck!!!

I know it veers dangerously close to 'America - Fuck, yeah!' territory, but I can't help having a nostalgic fondness for the Space Shuttle program.

Best wishes, STS-114.

posted by Space Kitty at 9:38 AM|| Comments (1)

When marketing goes wrong!

As those of you who know me can attest, I've been a rather ardent fan of Lancome products for some time. I guess you could say I was pretty surprised when I got an email promoting their newest line - belle du jour.

Sounds familiar - it's rather uncomfortably close to this -if not this - wouldn't you say? Unless, like 'Cumming', (I can't say it without the eye-roll) you're trying to court that coveted Stupid Spoiled Whore demographic?

I must be getting old.

posted by Space Kitty at 8:49 PM|| Comments (0)

So, what brings you here?

You may have noticed the spiffy new site meter at the bottom of the page. To her credit, Kimberly did try to warn me that the compulsion to check stats would take a while to go from a '5-pack-a-day' type addiction to a 'social-only-when-I'm-drinking' type addiction, and fuck if she wasn't right.

Top searches so far?

• Andi McDowell
• Saint Berdoodle (y-do) and Doodleman Pinschers (same post)
  
• Sasquatch followed me home. *glares at the_bone*
• Ron. Jeremy. Autofellatio. of course you know, this means war.
  
• Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. (See above)
• Adam "I reject your reality, and substitute my own!" Savage
• How do you make someone sneeze?
• Shag tattoo (which also brought up this snazzy example)
• And last, but not least, kitten tomato nation! Which on reflection is rather slightly disturbing.

posted by Space Kitty at 8:02 PM|| Comments (5)

Change is Good. Change is Good.

A reminder to myself why - even though I'm shit-scared about going back to school - I'm doing it anyway.

Thank you, Mark Morford, for saying what I didn't even know I needed to hear.

posted by Space Kitty at 12:01 PM|| Comments (0)

.

Horrible. Just horrible.

But what the hell can I do beyond wringing my hands and wishing - as I do every day - that the miserable, needless cycle of violence will end?

posted by Space Kitty at 1:30 PM|| Comments (0)

I, um.... what?

Predictably, there's an over-the-top, maudlin tribute to the Birthday of This Great Nation in the cafeteria today, but why the hell is there a music video featuring Elvis, The Cape Years running on loop?

Can I get a BUH?!

posted by Space Kitty at 12:45 PM|| Comments (0)