( How I scored on a Harry Potter quiz )

-1:45p-
Sitting at a sidewalk table in front of The Pork Store, waiting for my Eggs Benedict to arrive, tuning out Scott and plaid333's conversation about programming development projects, overhearing a trip of urban-retro women discussing the works of Art Spiegelman, Frank Miller and Neil Gaiman, and pondering how pissed of the other QA members will be ( Read more... )

Somewhere, somehow, during the last (my first) semester at SFSU, members of the school's Queer Alliance group thought I might be a useful candidate for program ideas, fund-raisers, and all-around suggestions for improving the group's attendance rates. There will be a retreat held this weekend to most likely discuss vacant office positions, goals ( Read more... )

A consecutive update with not much to report. Robey made some delicious tamales; this is his second attempt at it. I helped a little with the caking on of the lard batter (yep, you heard me) and even prepared a new batch of salsa for the occasion. With an earnest and ambitious desire to try something new, I used different peppers than the usual ( Read more... )

This winter break has been pretty lax yet surprisingly eventful. Jordan had been stopping by a lot and keeping me company in my lethargy, the two of us contributing to one another's blatant abuse of all this free time. Too much glaring at the zombie box, looking/listening/wishing for instructions on what to do with my life. I need to get out more; ( Read more... )

I moved languidly from class to class today; my thoughts drifing from memories of how he looked--broken, defeated, frightened--to scenarios of acquittal and conviction, to resignation over my inability to be of any help, to anger, to fear, and finally to resentment over the topic on everyone's lips from here to the eastern shore ( Read more... )

As the country sits at home, eating TV dinners and arguing politics, or staring unblinkingly at the latest coverage of the neck-and-neck race between a giant douche and a turd sandwich (how eloquently put, Trey and Matt), wondering in what direction projections of the Ohio vote will take their beloved nation, or making beautiful love to forbidden ( Read more... )

Decided to scrounge up an old online comic from days past by the name of POKEY THE PENGUIN and, upon further exploration, came upon this magnificent shirt.


( Read more... )

Last night, I was plagued by a collective of surreal and disturbing dreams. This has been ongoing for the past couple of months; I guess you could say they're night terrors. The ones where you question, within your dream, if the scream you just tried to utter, but carried no sound, actually burst from your lips in the real world. Where death occurs ( Read more... )