....I haven't posted here in what? four years? But I've been around. Here's the deal: I really have two LiveJournal personaes, one of whom is identifiably me, and the other of whom is this made-up personality named RedThroatedLoon. I love reading RTL's friend's entries, but she hasn't felt the need to actually post an entry of her own in a while ( Read more... )

Coffee: $ .85
Bagel: $1.00
Bagel w/butter: $1.25
Bagel w/cream cheese: $1.50
Frontal lobotomy: Free

God fucking dammit ( Read more... )

When I go to work in the morning, I take the R train from the first stop in Brooklyn and change, a few stops later, for the N express. The N is usually fairly populated, sometimes full; this is, after all, the NYC subway at rush hour. I usually have to stand for the first couple of stops and then I can find a seat when a lot of people get off at ( Read more... )

A group of young Iranian women were attacked by Iran's State Security Forces yesterday when they protested outside Tehran's main football stadium. They had bought tickets for the game, but women aren't allowed in the stadium, so they stood outside the stadium with banners. Threatening, right? They were attacked, forced into a bus, and driven away. ( Read more... )

On Saturday, I went to see a play called "The Lieutenant of Inishmore" at the Atlantic Theatre. Written by Martin McDonagh, it is a very black comedy about a splinter group of a splinter group of the IRA -- and at the end, there was so much fake blood and body parts strewn around the stage that some people stayed behind to watch the cleanup. Really ( Read more... )

Just wanted to say that my sweetie gave me a dozen roses for Valentine's Day with a picture of a penguin stuck in it.

heh.

I actually broke two boards today -- yes, I did. Really ( Read more... )

Did my usual Saturday trip to my mother's house in Long Island this morning. On today's agenda: Help her research and fill out a form so that she can have her property taxes reassessed, and pull together all her 1099s to send to her accountant. Underlying all this was the knowledge that it was going to snow like crazy this evening, and so neither ( Read more... )

As we get older, we spend more and more time doing what we need to do instead of what we want to do. Over the course of a week, I exhaust myself sitting eight and nine hours at a desk, helping friends with their tech problems, absorbing my mother's 80-year-old angst and poring over her paperwork every Saturday, babysitting my second (freelance) job ( Read more... )