athenaltena: (Anthy ponderous)
The holidays went pretty well, and I mostly managed to avoid wanting to kill my relatives. That's considered a success with our family. My parents and aunt got me and my cousin Derek American Express giftcards that will be very handy, and I also got some books and trinkets.  I also made my grandmother some breakfast rolls using my mom's breadmachine, and those went down very well. My cousin Derek also finally managed to find work after over a year, so he knows exactly what this is like, and the other family members were smart enough not to make any comments about how the job market sucks to me, which some well-intentioned but kind of dumb people have been doing lately and driving me batty. So I'll give them credit where it's due.

Today mom and I went to JC Penny and I got some new clothes, though I brought the wrong giftcard with me and gave mom the difference once we were back home. Oops.

I've also been applying to lots of different jobs, and made an account with the state unemployment office website. I haven't actually filed anything yet, because I'm not actually unemployed yet, but I knew I should at least have it set up in case I need to use it. My pride also took a bit of a hit, but there is actually a lot of stuff that's been coming along that I can do, so I'm trying to think positive. Once I get back to Boston I'm really going to start looking around, and with any luck something will turn up.
athenaltena: (Princess Tomoyo)
And for the other side of the family, and my maternal grandfather, who I unfortunately never met, this is a letter he wrote during WWII that I posted before. I did two separate posts for today because I realized the moods of the two would clash if they were in the same post. Comments in brackets are from my mother:

[I received this letter from my uncle, quite unexpectedly, a year or so ago. I believe the "shrine" my Dad refers to is the helmet on top of a gun. Wasn't sure what he meant at the time I first posted this. E.T.O is European Theater of Operations.]

March 29, 1945

Spring is coming to the E.T.O. and some of us Etousans have stopped digging long enough to appreciate the beauty of the landscape that we are so industrially changing. Last night was a lovely night. The stars were so clear and a quarter moon softened the shadows.

The other day I went for a walk in a nearby woods - everything was so peaceful-- for a while. The sound of the little stream - playing appropriate background music to a chorus of birds - was enough to send my thoughts back to the picnics near Scappoose. A deer was startled by my approach and splashed across the stream to the safety of the shadows on the other side. The trees have tender green buds now and soon the woods will be green. Some flowers are blooming now. The beauty of spring is soon to be with us.

The trees shook and dead leaves fell as a nearby battery fired. The woods were German woods after all and my thoughts were back to the E.T.O. The grandparents of the German "soldaten" had erected a shrine to the Virgin Mary in these cool woods; their grandchildren had erected a shrine in a bullet-riddled Yank helmet nearby. And our artillery was paying a noisy tribute to that shrine.

Sometimes I get so angry at civilians who complain of lack of cigarettes, liquor, and other "luxury" items. The price of this war is not paid for in dollars and cents. The price is broken lives and lives that no longer exist.

Not so long ago, I came upon one of the boys who had paid the price of his life. He was just a kid and looked as if he were asleep in his slit trench. A Jerry mortar had burst nearby and the kid never knew what hit him. A college alumni paper was by his hole. But the G.I. Bill of Rights won't pay for his sacrifice.

We artillerymen don't always see the excitement, the flash and sound of close combat but we do see the smoking ruins of war, the dead soldiers, the knocked out tanks and planes falling in flames. And they leave a deep impression.

But the worst impression is the one caused by the papers that tell of the people worrying about petty little things like cigarettes. We can't ever replace lives with bonds or stamps. But we can honor the dead with more respect for the living and the unborn. If Christians would only be Christians and stop making shrines out of stone and wood; if people would only make a shrine out of living.

The papers say that we should give until it hurts but giving should never hurt - if we can give, we should be filled with joy at being able to give.

I don't want this letter to sound like a sermon but I had to get a weight off my chest.
P.F.C. Philip M. Gray
 
athenaltena: (Rider)
So this weekend while I was home we got some Asahi Beer, and as I was heading downstairs I passed the printout we have of my great-great-great grandfather's obituary. He was the one who was in Japan just as it opened and died there, so when we were in Japan we visited his grave.

Anyway, I knew his picture and obit were there, but as I was heading down the stairs I looked at it and did a massive double take. There's his picture, and on the right border is an ad for...

An ad for Asahi Lager! From 1915!

I knew Asahi was an old brand, but that's just funny.

Snowness

Dec. 27th, 2010 03:22 pm
athenaltena: (rei)
So over the past three days I've had three separate dreams involving getting turned into a mermaid and finding out it was to teach a lesson (my in-dream response, "Bullshit"), getting caught in a mudslide up a mountain, and trying to figure out who hurt Nightwing along with something involving the commuter rail. I'm not sure what this means.

Overall the holidays weren't bad, minus the usual foolishness from the extended family of my aunts, cousin and grandmother, bit we avoided killing each other. I considered writing a long rant about a cousin of mine and how he behaved, but I decided not to. Let's just say it's foolishness from people who should know better.

So besides that grousing things are alright, and right now it's very windy and blowing last night's snow around. We're also having our friend Stan over tomorrow for dinner, since we haven't seen him for a while, and I'm going to try to figure out what I could make.
athenaltena: (pensive)
Reposted from my mom's journal with permission. My grandfather wrote this letter while he was in the Ardennes Forest in WWII. These were her comments on the letter:

I received this letter from my uncle, quite unexpectedly, a year or so ago. I believe the "shrine" my Dad refers to is the helmet on top of a gun. Wasn't sure what he meant at the time I first posted this. E.T.O is European Theater of Operations.

March 29, 1945

Spring is coming to the E.T.O. and some of us Etousans have stopped digging long enough to appreciate the beauty of the landscape that we are so industrially changing. Last night was a lovely night. The stars were so clear and a quarter moon softened the shadows.

The other day I went for a walk in a nearby woods - everything was so peaceful-- for a while. The sound of the little stream - playing appropriate background music to a chorus of birds - was enough to send my thoughts back to the picnics near Scappoose. A deer was startled by my approach and splashed across the stream to the safety of the shadows on the other side. The trees have tender green buds now and soon the woods will be green. Some flowers are blooming now. The beauty of spring is soon to be with us.

The trees shook and dead leaves fell as a nearby battery fired. The woods were German woods after all and my thoughts were back to the E.T.O. The grandparents of the German "soldaten" had erected a shrine to the Virgin Mary in these cool woods; their grandchildren had erected a shrine in a bullet-riddled Yank helmet nearby. And our artillery was paying a noisy tribute to that shrine.

Sometimes I get so angry at civilians who complain of lack of cigarettes, liquor, and other "luxury" items. The price of this war is not paid for in dollars and cents. The price is broken lives and lives that no longer exist.

Not so long ago, I came upon one of the boys who had paid the price of his life. He was just a kid and looked as if he were asleep in his slit trench. A Jerry mortar had burst nearby and the kid never knew what hit him. A college alumni paper was by his hole. But the G.I. Bill of Rights won't pay for his sacrifice.

We artillerymen don't always see the excitement, the flash and sound of close combat but we do see the smoking ruins of war, the dead soldiers, the knocked out tanks and planes falling in flames. And they leave a deep impression.

But the worst impression is the one caused by the papers that tell of the people worrying about petty little things like cigarettes. We can't ever replace lives with bonds or stamps. But we can honor the dead with more respect for the living and the unborn. If Christians would only be Christians and stop making shrines out of stone and wood; if people would only make a shrine out of living.

The papers say that we should give until it hurts but giving should never hurt - if we can give, we should be filled with joy at being able to give.

I don't want this letter to sound like a sermon but I had to get a weight off my chest.

P.F.C. Philip M. Gray

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Holidays

Dec. 26th, 2009 11:38 pm
athenaltena: (Juri2)
Christmas as the relatives' was the usual mix of insanity and normalcy, though it was more subdued than in previous years. My aunt had an extremely ironic comment where we were going through some of my grandfather's things about us being crossdressers since I was taking some of his stuff. Oh dear, she has no idea how true that comment is considering that I've actually done drag two years in a row.

Also, two music albums I've gotten recently have been David Gray's Draw The Line and Imogen Heap's Ellipse, both of which are awesome. I know there are people on the F-list who like one or both of those two, so I'm just going to say that if you like either of them get those albums. They are awesome.

Speaking of awesome things, when I was shopping I saw that they'd released a new collection of Wonder Woman, and I got $20 from my grandmother, which I used to buy that today. This is the next volume after one I bought a few weeks ago that took forever to find, and considering that for a long time the only collection of Wonder Woman I could find was for a series that was really really badly written it's good to see some actually good stories getting onto the shelves now. Though she still has the Chicken Armor they at least gave her some leg protection this time.

So yes, I do love me some Amazons. There's just something about a woman who can kick your ass... (icon very much related)
athenaltena: (relaxed)
I think I got my dad addicted to Firefly. Also, Gina Torres (Zoe) is damn hot.

Been a mostly quiet stay out in the Western part of the state, the cats have mostly been behaving but the weather has gone between rainy and very windy. Jesse has pretty much taken over my bed, and Stella, though still not sitting on me, is being her usual self.

Thanksgiving was the usual mixture of weird family dynamics, though it was more civil than in years past. It was pretty strange when pretty much everyone took out their cell phones and were playing with them, but other than that it was the usual.

While I was here I had to watch Gattaca for my Science and Religion class. Interesting movie, though it's about as subtle as a bomb in your pants. Good fodder for the class, though.

And tomorrow I have to go back to Boston and a three hour bus ride. Bleh. But I'll be back in a few weeks for the holiday break.
athenaltena: (Kino2)
I'm doing better today, am still pissed off but not a blubbering mess like yesterday. It helps that I went into church today and was able to commiserate with people there.

I can tell that it's getting cold and dry since I had a spontaneous nosebleed as I was working in the kitchen. I politely dismissed myself for the sake of not getting my blood everywhere, though it stopped pretty quickly.

Since there's the whole spirit of Thanksgiving thing going around right now I was thinking about what I'm thankful for, and here's what I came up with:

1. I'm thankful for my family, who support me and keep me going when things seem too hard to handle
2. I'm thankful for my friends both on and offline for being there for me and for being willing to give up most of their day to keep me company while I bawl my eyes out
3. I'm thankful for my extended family of UUs and their unconditional support for me and other LGBT people
4. I'm thankful for this city and this state for being a leader in civil rights on the local and national stage
athenaltena: (Juri)
Subject line is sarcastic in case you couldn't tell.

We had our usual family shindig today at my grandmother's house. I came down at 10:30 to help my aunt and grandmother set the things up and do the sort of manual labor that's hard for them, and they paid me at the end of the day. Overall it was enjoyable though I still can't keep the cousins straight (and trust me, there are many) but I nearly flipped my shit at one point.

So this little 6 or so year old girl who is somehow distantly related to me (third cousin or somesuch) comes up to me, and the first thing she says is "Why are you dressed like a boy?" This made me do a bit of a double take, since I don't think I was dressed especially masculine today (brown short-sleeved blouse, jeans and my black heeled boots) but trying to be gentle I said that it's how I prefer to dress. She then started on this thing about how girls are supposed to wear skirts and dresses and pink and blah blah blah the usual gendered crap, but I just tuned it out. Amusingly only one woman at this party was wearing a skirt, and that was my mom.

But then it got worse. This girl picks up her little iPod with its speakers and starts playing that godawful "I Kissed A Girl" song. But then, then she turns to me, starts giggling, and says "She kissed another girl, isn't that weird?"

So let me recap. She not only insulted my gender identity and started playing a song that I abhor, but she then went and insulted my orientation when just last week I locked lips with Sara. It was the perfect storm of things to piss me off. At that point I reminded myself that strangling a 6 year old girl is not a wise course of action and retreated.

I know that at that age they just parrot what other people have said, but UGH!

There's also the fact that I can only take so may people at one time, and near the end there I was reaching my limit. I was pretty exhausted by the time I got out and a bit punchy, but I usually don't have to deal with so many people at once.

But to paraphrase something my dad would say, family are the only people who have to let you in when you knock on the door at 1 in the morning.
athenaltena: (*twitch*)
Family is being annoyed by what people say but knowing you can't strangle them for it.

I realize why a lot of LGBT people dread the holidays, though all things considered I have it relatively well off. Still, there were several points today when some joke or reference was made by my aunt that made me want to step on her foot or clear my throat really loudly, but I didn't want to start a fight. She made a few rather insensitive references, such as saying Radcliffe College is full of lesbians, describing a gay coworker as being "diverse" (which ticked me off -- if he's gay just say he's gay, don't dance around the issue!) some "out of the closet" joke, and an insensitive reference to FTM transsexuals. It wasn't malicious, but it was insensitive. Granted, I'm not out to my extended family (with the exception of one aunt who I highly suspect knows) but still, that's not cool and it puts a strain on any time we're together. Nothing was explicitly homophobic, but still deserving of a dope slap.

I did bring up with the aunt who probably knows a recent news story about an 11 year old kid who killed himself because of homophobic bullying in the same area (but not the same school) where she works, and she expressed outrage that the school apparently didn't do anything to stop the bullying, and she talked about her school's policy on that, which is zero tolerance. So I confirmed what I'd thought about her in that regard, and also confirmed that the other relatives are clueless.

Looks like introducing them to Sara might be a ways off still... I'm actually finding it harder and harder to care about what they actually think or how they'd react, it's just annoying. This is yet another thing LGBT people have to deal with that the rest of the population happily ignores. *sigh*

Holidays

Dec. 26th, 2008 12:16 pm
athenaltena: (Christmas)
I'm glad to say that Christmas went pretty well the other day both at home and at my grandmother's. As expected my cousin Derek had a funny reaction to getting his GameStop gift card that was in a tiny tin that looked like an XBox 360, and my grandmother and aunt made me laugh since they both gave me a wallet. It also appears that this year the gift of choice was flashlights, since not only did I give that goes on your head to my dad, but dad gave one to my mom, and then my grandmother gave everyone a bunch of little flashlights (and flashdrives).

My aunts also surprised me by giving my grandmother a Wii Sports, since apparently grandma had used it at my aunt Sharon's house and liked it. Sharon and I then tried to set it up for a good ten minutes until we finally did what I'd said and plugged it in where the VCR goes. Once we finally had it hooked up I made a couple of Miis, including my grandmother, my dad, me, and my mom, and Sharon made one of herself. Then the hilarity began. I'm glad to say that my grandmother, despite being in her 80s, beat my ass at Wii Bowling. Of course we all ended up looking silly playing it, but that's half the fun of it.

My dad also gave me a two disk set of Pink Floyd, which while live is still pretty good. I can't stand live music where the audience won't shut up and let me hear the damn music, but this is a pretty good set. My mom also gave me a battery recharger, which will certainly come in handy back at the dorm. I'd say that this year it was mostly useful stuff being given, but that's perfectly fine with me.

I've now got Jesse-cat on my lap, whether I want him there or not. He and Stella were running around the other day as we were opening presents, and we gave them a bit of catnip as a present. Maybe Dad and I will get them another "crazy blanket" (a pad with catnip inside) while we're out.
athenaltena: (Ponderous Haruhi)
This afternoon as I was going down to Amherst to run some errands I saw that there were a bunch of turkeys in the road, by which I mean about a dozen of them. I slowed down and waited for them to pass... but they didn't. I ended up moving forward and honking my horn just to get them to move off to the side so I could pass. Yup. Country life.

I can also tell that I was very tense while driving during the storm the other day by how sore my shoulders are today, though luckily my anxiety was unwarranted. I'm also proud of myself for not having a panic attack during that due to the fact that I have a level of Post Traumatic Stress when it comes to driving, especially in icy conditions. I guess the trick is just to concentrate really hard and go slow, though now I'm sore as a result.

I went down to Jonathan's party early and found that Amherst was basically deserted because of the weather, so I ended up showing up at his house a bit early. Luckily other people did end up showing up later on, and we had a good group there. Once the snow had mostly stopped we went out caroling, which ends up being rather hilarious on occasion when people didn't know the words to certain songs. I also had to keep contending with the fact that trying to pull my scarf up over my mouth made my glasses fog up.

I'm also finally done doing the holiday shopping, and I think I'm at the point when this whole business stops being fun and just turns into another chore. I will be looking forward to when my cousin opens one of his gifts, which is a GameStop card in a little case that looks like an XBox 360, if only for the "What the?!" reaction I'm sure he'll have before he figures out there's a card inside.
athenaltena: (Rakka)
Well, after a year of wonky weather it seems to be trying to catch up to itself and make it actually look like December out there, and as a result we have around a foot out there, having been piling up since yesterday around noon.

In other news For feminine issues )

Speaking of holiday shopping, I talked with my aunt on the phone the other day and got some ideas for what to get my cousin Derek, who I drew for Secret Santa this year. Apparently gift certificates to a local restaurant and Gamestop would make him very happy. She also asked me what I wanted, and then basically had to interrogate me to get me to even start to figure it out, since asking me that question basically gets you a blank stare and a lot of "Uh"ing. Besides the sarcastic answers of "a job" "money" and "financial aid" I really don't know what I want. I recall my dad saying that this tends to happen as you get older, since by then if you want something you're able to get it yourself (well, maybe not that last part at the moment, but same idea). I can also see why gift cards are so popular, if a somewhat lazy option. But hey, if that's what my cousin wants it's what he'll get!

I also just checked the radar for this area, and it turns out that the snow is basically stationary over us. It's pretty, but knowing New England it'll get old really really fast.
athenaltena: (content)
Glad to say that I made it back home in one piece in a reasonable amount of time. It was pretty miserable when I left Boston, but the bus ride wasn't too bad this time (it helps that I wasn't stuck in four hours of traffic this time) and as luck would have it the girl I was sitting next to is the cousin of someone who lives on my dorm floor! I also helped out a girl who was visiting colleges with her parents, since they didn't know the area, and hopefully that turned out alright for them.

After I met up with mom and we had lunch (at Crazy Noodles, naturally) Stella was certainly happy to see me, and after an initial period of being wary of me she turned into a little love muffin and wanted me to scratch her ears. Jesse's sitting behind me on the couch sleeping, so at least some things never change.

Once thing I did notice was that it was a bit odd to be home last night and not have a lot of sounds outside, since I guess I'd gotten used to hearing Tremont St. all night. I didn't have trouble sleeping, it was just a bit odd at first.

Today I went and got my hair cut from April, my usual hairdresser, and afterwards Mom and I had lunch at a place in Sunderland. We happened to run into the guy who directed a winter Valley Light Opera production we were both in, and though we didn't chat until we were both leaving he apparently didn't recognize me, though it's understandable given that the last time he saw me I had long hair and no glasses.

I also got the last piece of Mom's present, though I won't say what it is here. ;) And of course we have Thanksgiving with the family tomorrow.
athenaltena: (Rain)
Little Boy didn't make it. We decided it would be more humane to put him down than to force him to keep going, but he went with the people and horses he loved right with him. I know he wanted to keep fighting, but I also knew that he was holding out for me, and I didn't want him to suffer any more than was necessary.

Here's a picture of him as I want to remember him: Healthy, strong, and with a certain wise-guy attitude. He was at least 33 (which is impressive even for a pony), but he lived well just about until the end:



Little Boy
Circa 1975 - 2008

We will miss you.

Graduation!

Jun. 7th, 2008 09:20 pm
athenaltena: (androgyny)
So yeah, I'm officially a high school grad now. ^_^ And I have pictures!

Graduation itself wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and at least it wasn't blazingly hot. We did, however, have quite a bit of trouble getting our hats to go the right way. You can't really see in these, but I stick some ribbons on the top of mine, in part to help my parents pick me out. The lighting in the Mullins Center was horrible, so we don't have any of me actually getting my diploma, but we got some later after I met up with my parents, my aunt, and my grandma.

Cut for photo-ness )

After the graduation we went over to the new Hibachi steakhouse behind the Arigato Japanese restaurant, and I think my grandma enjoyed it since it was something different. However, I don't think she was expecting it when they set the surface of the grill on fire (!).

Read more... )

And once I take care of the flute recital tomorrow I'll be done with stuff. At least until Suffolk orientation next Sunday. But hey, a break is a break.
athenaltena: (Kotoko)
So what have I been up to?

Got to disc 2 of Metal Gear Solid, and am definitely seeing why it is sometimes referred to as "The best movie I ever played." Also... stairs! The last hour of disc 1 seemed to be made of nothing but stairs. Gah... You also know things have gotten weird when you realize that you just beat a Hind D helicopter on foot, with only a bunch of stinger missiles. I'm good. -3-

Also making some progress on writing Mai-HiME Origin. I think I've gotten to the point that I can stop with the exposition and get to the good parts -- IE the fighting. I'm torn between wanting to get to the good bits but wanting to develop the characters adequately so what happens to them actually means something on a deeper level, but it's getting easier. Ironically the chapter where everything starts to go bad in the fourth one, which is rather appropriate given the Japanese association of four with death. That wasn't intended, but it turned out that way.

I'm also finally focusing on the character of Mashiro after only a brief mention, but that's at least partially intentional. My Mashiro is more or less a blank slate, and what happens later shapes her into what we saw in the series. I'm also trying to make a point about where the term HiME may have come from, since real princesses were more or less political pawns who were manipulated for other's purposes, and most of the HiME we see are in the same boat. I'm also aware that what I'm writing is dark, but that's just a reflection of the time it's set in. Tokugawa Japan was not a nice place.

So anywho, that's how I've been spending my time. That and working and meeting up with the family for Mother's Day Chinese food, which went over pretty well with the usual weirdness. And I have to open up again tomorrow, so I'm going to take a bath (since we have a new water heater and the water is actually hot again -- as in turn you into a lobster hot) and crash out.

Also, if I haven't mentioned it before, Stella-cat came home a few days ago and is doing well. They think she had some sort of intestinal problem, but she has her appetite back. We have to space her meals out and give her medicine, and with the latter she's gotten her claws into me a few times. Cats don't take getting medicine well, but it's done out of love. Not sure she gets that, but luckily holding grudges isn't her strong suite. ;)

Strike!

Apr. 6th, 2008 10:53 pm
athenaltena: (Umbrella)
I went to a charity bowling event for the local branch of Big Brothers Big Sisters today with a church group, and from what I can tell there is not necessarily a correlation between the lesbian gene and the bowling gene. No really, I'll explain:

My aunt Louise (known to us as Punkey -- don't ask, my dad's family has weird nicknames for the girls) was apparently a bowling champ in this area. She died several years ago, but since I'm not eight anymore I understand that there was a very good chance she was a lesbian, and her partner (who I met at least once) was most certainly more than a roommate. We know I got at least one gene from her *nudge nudge wink wink* so I was wondering if the bowling gene was somehow connected, and ended up joking about that with Molly, another girl from this group I'm friends with.

Results were mixed. I generally scored first or second among the six players we had, though a good amount of that can be attributed to dumb luck on my part and the fact that most of the others had never boweled before. I did end up doing the classic "toss the ball in the wrong direction by accident", though it luckily didn't hit anybody, and had my share of misses/gutter balls. I think I'm better at the small ball bowling, which I used to do with my dad several years ago.

It was also very funny when I ended up playing against a kid named Joe who came with us, and we were the top two scorers of the other games. We ended up getting very competitive -- and promptly began throwing about 4 gutter balls in a row each. One of the moms with us actually commented on this. ^_^; (For the record I lost by two points)

But all the participants together managed to raise about 13,000 dollars through this thing for BBBS, so it's all good. But man, bowling is more physically taxing than it looks. *wince*
athenaltena: (Saber)
My aunt Kate told us a few days ago that a musical political parody group, the Capitol Steps (website here) would be coming into town. We saw them a few years ago, and I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. This year was no different. They were originally a group of former Congressional aides who started singing parody songs about politics for Christmas parties until they got a gig, and boy do they never run out of material. And more impressively, there were only 5 of them at this show, but given how frequently they were changing costume there seemed to be more.

It was absolutely hilarious, and no one -- and I mean no one -- was immune to being mocked. And they even managed to get in stuff about the Annapolis conference pretty soon after it happened, so these guys must work fast. But then again, they have an endless supply of material.

Before we went to the show I met up with Mom and Kate at Chili's, where we had dinner and gabbed about college stuff, since Kate is an admissions officer at UMASS. She told me some stuff I knew already and some things I didn't know, so it was definitely helpful. She also told me about the worst college essay she ever read, where a kid wrote about his first sexual experience and hoped that it was "the first of many". Yowza.

It was also interesting that she made a few LGBT related comments about when people apply and list things like the GSA on their club lists. Nothing she said was explicitly homophobic, and that convinced me that yes, she is still clueless about me. You know, I almost wish that someone in my family would have figured it out by now, I mean, just how stereotypically dykish do I have to be before someone even begins to wonder?! Oh well, might be a blessing in disguise, though I can certainly see the case people make for Lesbian invisibility. Does it honestly never occur to people? We're only (at least) 10% of the population! *sigh*

In other news, rodent versions of the Hellsing cast! Ridiculously cute, I tell you. I especially want the Integra one as a pet. :)
athenaltena: (Umbrella)
We did over 200 cars today at The Plant. The usual number is usually not more than 100. Yup, it's Winter, and the fact that it was Black Friday didn't help since everyone was out shopping and washing their cars at the same time. At least there were plenty of tips. It also turns out that Dad's new nickname for The Chump ("Dingleshit") proved to be rather accurate, as he has an annoying habit of conveniently disappearing as soon as it gets busy, not to mention all the politics talk.

Thanksgiving was okay yesterday, though the mood at the family function was... strange, to say the least, mostly due to some rather ugly stuff involving one of my cousins and the custody issues with her kids. And I ate too much.

After the family event we went to Alison's, where we had a second (smaller) dinner. Alison's son, his wife, and her grandchild were there, and I had the unique experience of being hit on by a one year old boy. Now that was interesting in all the wrong ways, and I found myself thinking that gaydar is apparently not inborn in most people. *shakes head* But other than that it was nice, and I'm glad they invited us again.

Also watched the Tokyo Revelations OVA after it got dead at work. My thoughts beneath the cut.

For spoilers )

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