Jun. 4th, 2017 01:10 pm
sistawendy: (smartass hester)
Long time no meme! Gosh, it's been years. Ganked from [personal profile] sheistheweather:

USING ONE WORD ONLY, answer these! It's​ not easy.
1. Where is your cellphone? Nightstand
2. Your hair? Black
3. Your dad? Dead
4. Your other half? Nonexistent
5. Your favorite food? Roquefort
6. Your favorite color? Green
7. Your favorite drink? Beer
8. Fear? Violence
9. Favorite shoes? Fluevogs
10. Favorite way to relax? Walk
11. Your mood? Tired
12. Favorite place? Hill
13. Where were you last night? Kremwerk
14. Something that you aren't? Cisgender :)
15. Muffins? OK
16. Vacation spot? Playa
17. Where you grew up? Florida
18. Last thing you ate? Spuds
19. What are you wearing? Leggings
20. Your TV? Nonexistent
21. Your pets? Violets
22. Life? Good
sistawendy: (hand staple forehead)
A- Age: 47
B- Biggest Fear: Hmm. Either rats or poverty, I'm not sure which.
C- Current Time: 1542
D- Drink you last had: Diet Coke.
E- Easiest Person to Talk to: Either Ms. Astronomical or the Siberian Siren. Queerness & femaleness help.
F- Favorite Song: Just one?! Orbital, "Impact".
G- Ghosts, are they real: No, but memories are.
H- Hometown: Gainesville, FL.
I- In love with: She knows 'cause I told her.
J- Jealous of: Way too many cisgender women.
K- Killed Someone? You're not cleared for that information.
L- Last time you cried?: Sunday. It often happens just before shot night.
M- Middle Name: Catherine, because I liked it.
N- Number of Siblings: 2
O- One Wish: Lasting peace, prosperity, and health for everyone.
P- Person who you last called: My son.
Q- Question you're always asked: Any of several trans-related questions. Oddly, not "Have you had the surgery?"
R- Reason to smile: The sun is out today. :)
S- Song last sung: "Dinner Bell", They Might Be Giants.
T- Time you woke up: 0530 for SCIENCE! And no, I wasn't masturbating.
U- Underwear Color: White with violet & lavender floral print.
V- Vacation Destination: Black Rock City, NV.
W- Worst Habit: [redacted for being too gross]
X- X-Rays you've had: Teeth, left wrist, left foot, pelvis.
Y- Your favorite food: Marzipan. Honorable mentions: Roquefort cheese, Russian halva.
Z- Zodiac Sign: Capricorn, but just barely.
sistawendy: (drama)
My bucket list, inspired by [ profile] bork:
  1. London. Ride the Tube, hit the Tate, get my groove on at Fabric, and leave a ballpoint pen stuck in Douglas Adams's grave.
  2. Tokyo. Wear my best Jilliwear to Harajuku on a Sunday and inflict my rusty Japanese on the locals.
  3. Speaking of foreign languages, learn Vietnamese, including how to pronounce all those diacritical marks. Use this knowledge to order pho in Hanoi.
  4. Do lunch with Liz Wright, sex educator and Beaver extraordinaire, at Katz's Deli in New York City where she lives.
  5. Speaking of groove, go to the Detroit Electronic Music Festival Movement Festival in Detroit.
  6. Drive across the US with my son - after he gets his license. Stop at cool places along the way.
  7. Acquire mad art-fabrication skills.
  8. Make an art project for Burning Man, for some value of "art".
  9. Find Ms. Right, which necessarily implies that I'm her Ms. Right.
  10. Big, extravagant, gay wedding. In a dress this time, dammit. Yeah, I've got it picked out.
sistawendy: (contemplative red)
You comment, I give you an age and you respond to the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and what's true now.

[ profile] eeyorerin gave me 20.

I lived in: Watermargin Cooperative, 103 McGraw Place, Ithaca, NY. That's right: I was a small-town Southern geek boy in a house full of Ivy League hippies and pinkos. That house was where I discovered the joys of weatherstripping, the New York Times, and generally being social. I remember it fondly. I wish I'd discovered it sooner. I'm still in touch with one person from those days; unsurprisingly, there's a whole colony of them in the Bay Area.

I drove: a 1979 Cutlass Cruiser station wagon that was in the process of acquiring dents from two states and the District of Columbia. Water collected in the doors, which meant that mildew grew in the car and eventually made the fabric on the ceiling come unglued. I did a good enough job of stapling it back up that people sometimes took a few minutes to notice that it wasn't factory work.

I was in a relationship with: Lynne, who was a girl (?) from downstate ten years older than I was. I did a really poor job of breaking up with her.

I feared: people finding out about my transgender urges, creeping apathy about school (which was to get much worse in grad school), the crazy hard math in my signal processing course.

I worked at: a Beltway bandit called BDM in the summer down in DC. That would have been the second of three summers I worked for them, and my experiences there are worth a post of their own: wearing ties, seeing the wormy underbelly of defense contracting and DC in general, riding Metro, and meeting other trans people for the first time.

I wanted to be: a hotshot computer geek. Enh. I'm paying the bills, and even occasionally having fun at it.
sistawendy: (Burning Man wings)
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I went to Burning Man for my 40th birthday. Yeah, my birthday's in January and Burning Man starts in August, but it was easily the best birthday present I ever gave myself.
sistawendy: (stern nun)
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I'd follow the guidelines of the International Astronomical Union: the name of the star followed by a lower case letter. If the planet is the nth one discovered around that star, the letter is the n+1st letter of the alphabet. The letter "a" is unused to eliminate confusion with the star itself. For example, Gliese 581 g.

Let's make it easy for people to search databases, shall we?
sistawendy: (Default)
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How much money? The price of a Burning Man ticket, gear, water, food, and transpo. About $1000 total, because I don't have that much gear of my own. Yet.
sistawendy: (amused eighteenthcent)
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'79 Olds Cutlass Cruiser wagon - The Moldmobile, so named because the door panels collected water and allowed the ceiling to mildew. The fabric up there came unstuck, so I stapled it. I did a good enough job that people often took a long time to realize that it wasn't factory equipment. With dents from two states and D.C. I drove it from Florida to Arkansas to Albuquerque to L.A. to San Francisco to here with everything I owned, and I still had a clear view out the back. Happy days.

'93 Saturn SL2 - The Mighty Little Saturn. After the Moldmobile, the Mighty Little Saturn seemed tiny. My first new car, the car I drove Nibs to Powell's in on a date, and the first car to carry my son.

'97 Toyota Camry - The Anonymobile. Nibs & I had to learn the plate number (572 HLY) to keep from trying to break into other people's otherwise identical cars. It served us well, though.

'06 Toyota Prius - The Sanctimobile. I drove the family down to Santa Cruz with it, and we came back up through Sonoma & the redwoods. Five hundred miles on a tank can sure make you stiff, but that was a fabulous trip. The backup camera is a godsend for parking in Seattle for clubbing. Obama bumper stickers in Latin & Hebrew script.
sistawendy: (hand staple forehead)
If I had a warning label, what would it say?

I thought of "May change sex without warning", but I've already given plenty of warning.
sistawendy: (prabob)
Posted early in the day because I just can't wait.
  • Egg nog!
  • My son's glow-in-the-dark squeaky octopus, bought at Archie McPhee's.
  • Saving the best for last: my son and I are flying to Florida early Tuesday morning. (Nibs is staying here for money & puppy reasons.) I'll get to see my mom & Brunette Sister for the first time in over two years, and Strawberry Blond Sister for the first time in over six years. M'boy is going to have a whopping four cousins to play with. I'll miss the snow and perpetual work emergencies as I miss having an extra hole in my head.
sistawendy: (dolly)
  • Riz Rollins. When he's on the decks I can't not move at least part of my body, like my head (which makes drinking difficult), or my right index finger.
  • The big red stretch velvet dress, which is perfect for sub-freezing weather, fabulous, and PGDFF*.
  • Driving to Re-bar & back was easy peasy. No ice, just compacted snow.
  • My 20-eyelet Docs. So versatile, so warm, so stompy.
  • Free mix CDs, even if I don't like them, and I like the one I picked up last night.
  • My own work ethic: checking mail on a Saturday morning just saved me much trouble & embarassment.

*For you non-MOOers, that stands for Pretty GodDamn Fucking Festive, pronounced "pig duff".
sistawendy: (prabob)
  • Mein deutsch Maschine, my Pfaff 1122 sewing machine.
  • My aluminum snow shovel that a) is light and b) my son can leave out in the snow without repercussions.
  • Carrie Fisher's memoir Wishful Drinking.
  • Having a serious bug turn out to be much easier to reproduce & fix than I expected.
  • Nibs' not being too freaked about my plan to groove to Riz at Re-bar tonight.
  • Watching the Puppigrrl's tail go higher than it has in a while when we went for a brief, unplanned walk in the snow.
sistawendy: (smartass hester)
  • My boss & co-workers are not maniacal enough to attempt a suicidal commute much less expect me to do the same.
  • On a related note, telecommuting. That it works when everybody and his brother is trying to do it is even more impressive if you've ever tried to run an online service.
  • Actually being productive from home. I'm that good.
  • Going on a lunchtime walk in the snow with my boy to see if 405 was a parking lot.
  • It wasn't even close to being a parking lot, which is good because I want to use it tomorrow night.
  • The cute! It burns!
  • Plan for tonight: toasted pumpkin seeds and setting grommets.
sistawendy: (amused eighteenthcent)
  • Everybody including the boss man taking off earlier than I expected, thereby enabling - nay, encouraging - me to do so.
  • The 7-11 on the way from work to my bus stop.
  • BBC News! As an alternative energy enthusiast, this caught my attention.
  • The crusty, multi-grain bread that Nibs picked up to go with the stew.
  • Finishing the sewing for the last project of 2008: a laundry basket. Yes, you read that right. It's to be grommeted & lashed to an existing metal frame from an IKEA basket. Denim Laundry Basket of Doom!
sistawendy: (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
  • Not having a design spec hanging over my head. The one I think I just finished entailed two review meetings, innumerable revisions, and days of reverse engineering my good twin's code. He's the one who actually did and implemented the design, you see.
  • The heaters on Metro buses.
  • The Starbucks around the corner from my couples counselor's office
  • My iPod! No, this isn't a repeat of yesterday's post about records, because one can have CDs without an iPod. They're better together, though.
  • Nibs' capacity to rationally make decisions that would be hard for just about anyone.
sistawendy: (dolly)
Things that made me happy today:
  • Rekkids! They were waiting for me when I got home. To wit, In Sides by Orbital; Northern Exposure Vol. 2, West Coast Edition by Sasha & John Digweed; and San Francisco Sessions Vol. 3 by Garth.
  • Nukable, buckwheat-lined mittens. They're technically mittens, but I usually put them on my feet as I did today.
  • Finding out that liberal, repeated application of rubbing alcohol will indeed prevent my pores from getting infected after electrolysis.

I hereby spread the word about Nibs' blogs. They are what they say they are:
Cooking with Mia
Eat, Read, and Be Harried
Letters to Famous People
sistawendy: (prabob)
There's a meme going around whereby you post things that make you happy for eight days. This is one of the few memes I can get behind.
  • Feta, dips, homemade pickles, and OMG trifle!
  • Being treated like one of the girls.
  • Listening to an out-of-print Digweed album that I bought with a hefty gift certificate from Nibsmother.
  • Looking in the mirror and seeing fewer hairs growing out of my neck.
  • Bootz! Eye-talian bootz!
sistawendy: (stern nun)
Copy this sentence into your livejournal if you're in a non-same-sex marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.

You know what makes marriages less sacred? Cheating on or abusing your spouse. Abusing your kids. When I see the fundies go after that instead of fags in tuxedos and dykes in big dresses (or vice versa), they will have taken one step out of the many they need to towards earning my respect.
sistawendy: (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
I'll mail you the answers if you ask. I will not insist that you propagate this meme, because that's how I roll.

1. [ profile] leenerella
2. [ profile] fizzgig_bites
3. [ profile] solarbird, but I'm not sure I'd wish that on her.
4. [ profile] draggonlaady
5. [ profile] grace_batmonkey
6. [ profile] randomdreams, but he makes them happen.
7. [ profile] ivolucien
8. [ profile] gfish
9. [ profile] entelein
10. [ profile] banana_chick
11. [ profile] intrepid_reason
12. [ profile] vienna_la_rouge
13. [ profile] helix90
14. [ profile] morthael, to both.
15. [ profile] cynickal. Surely you can see that.
16. [ profile] tmfkan64. Ah feel yo' pain.
17. [ profile] xaotica. And yet, she gets so much together.
18. [ profile] alexiarnps, but I could add several more of you.
19. [ profile] domestinatrix
20. [ profile] butterflake. "Unique" is often a euphemism.
21. [ profile] tonyawinter, to name just one.
22. [ profile] gement wins, I think.
23. [ profile] cupcake_goth. I'm her creature.
24. [ profile] sirriamnis
25. [ profile] nyssa_lj. Ahem.
26. [ profile] loree, because of something she once told me.
27. [ profile] dj_stitch
28. [ profile] bork
29. A few of the above, and that's all I'm saying.
30. I wish I saw all of you more often than I do.
sistawendy: (hand staple forehead)
First seen on [ profile] cupcake_goth, then nearly everywhere else:

Write a personal ad for yourself (in which you assume that you are single or otherwise available).

1) It has to make you sound as unappealing as possible
2) It has to be honest - you can't lie at all
3) It can't sound as though you're deliberately making yourself sound unappealing.

Late 30s, uh, person subject to sex change at short notice, M->F. Neat, writes complete sentences (current paragraph excepted), works to live, lives to party. Got hobbies? So do I! You must adore my tweener Aspie son, my black Lab, fetish, house, and techno. Let's keep it light, shall we?


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