It's National Coming Out Day, so I thought I'd just take a moment to say (something that most of you already know): I'm asexual.
I've never dated in my life, and never wanted to date. Finding a boyfriend (or a girlfriend) is an utterly unappealing and uninteresting prospect to me. Why on Earth would I want to do that?
I don't face the bullying, hatred, and cruelty that most folks in the queer community do - though I do see ignorance. I get a lot of 'bwah?' and 'Oh, you just haven't found the right man yet,' or 'don't close yourself off to the possibility!'
But the fact is that I'm 31 years old, and I've never been interested in a sexual or romantic relationship. I'm asexual, I consider myself a part of the queer community, and I stand firmly in support of equal rights for all. And I feel proud to be witness to a time when the tide finally seems to be turning in our country - with greater understanding and acceptance, and less hatred and bigotry.
I was given a 17.5 lb bag of pellets today for my 'foster birds.' And I thought - cool! Free year's supply of bird food! ... well, when they claim it's conure through amazon sized, they're lying. Those're more like... macaw sized pellet in my mind. The conures can eat them, but they're inconveniently large, and I don't think the cockatiels could tackle them.
But worse yet - the damned things are artificially colored. So there's no way my flock of two conures can eat a 17.5 bag of pellets, as I'm only willing to offer colored pellets as a third of the pelleted portion of their diet.
So. ... now I gotta find more Mickaboo volunteers on which to foist the many, many gallon sized ziplocks I filled.
So - I left the fantasy RP community I'd been on well over a year ago on account of douchebaggy admin. I was sad to not get to RP with my friends or play my characters.
Well, as it turns out, my friends - specifically - have made their own RPing site! So if you're looking for a place to RP, www.everrealms.com is the place to be, as far as I'm concerned.
And if you're not... well. Do me a favor and click on this silly 'voting' link. We're trying to get the place off the ground and raise its profile a bit, so we get more players than just people jumping ship from the douchebaggy site. Word-of-mouth is unlikely to cut it long-term.
I had some left over pork butt that had been marinated in Chinese BBQ sauce. I thought, 'What do I do with this?! I know! CHINESE BBQ PORK SAUSAGES!' And thus they were created. I also added some green bell pepper and some green onions.
I have already tasted a bit that wasn't stuffed into the casing. OMG, OMNOMNOM. Question remains, though - how are these best served?
So - Jack was having somewhere in the environs of a seizure an hour yesterday - in stark contrast to what the vet was telling me, where they only saw one or two seizures a day. It was very stressful, and it was looking more and more like I would have to bring him back to the vet's.
Well, last night, after the full spectrum lights went off... Jack stopped seizing. 6 hours without a single seizure, from 7pm to 1am. So I unplugged the bastard. This morning, there's been only one seizure.
So. THAT'S solved, more or less. Thank goodness! Damned epileptic bird. ;) Maybe now we can get this under control.
Right now he's eating, chirping at the other birds, and even did the 'hello' wing-stretch that birdlets do.
(PS: if anyone is curious, I emailed my prof explaining how sick my bird was, how important my birds are to me, and how hurtful I found her email. She emailed me back an apology, saying she hadn't understood the gravity of the situation.)
Becky calls me on Monday. 'Rachael - Jack's acting strange.' I come home - he's having seizures. The vet is closed. I rush him to an e-vet in San Francisco, sleep at my friend's house, and bring him to MY vet on Tuesday morning.
He stays at the vet until yesterday afternoon when I picked him up. He had numerous seizures on the way home. He's had 8 seizures in the last 8 hours (two of them caused by me giving him his anti-seizure meds). We don't know the cause. If the seizures aren't under control with medication by Monday, the vet wants to run further and more expensive tests. It's cost me $700 so far - and I'm still unemployed. So - that's fun.
Then Becky comes home with Orion. Turns out he injured his leg (ankle? foot?) earlier in the morning - but the school never called her. They just kept giving him ice packs. Then he went tot he YMCA after school program and complained that it still hurt. They gave him another icepack - and CALLED HIS MOM. She took him to the doctor. Nothing shows up on the X-Ray, but the refer them to a specialist to be sure. They go to the specialist after school today (the last day of school) - it's broken.
He was going to go to 6 Flags tomorrow to celebrate his birthday. That's canceled. And he was going to go to ice skating summer camp at the YMCA next week. That's canceled. And his mom bought him a scooter for his birthday that he can't use for 6 weeks.
Also: I think the fan on my computer has died on me.
Fuck this week. SRSLY.
ETA: I've got most of my yarn listed on ravelry.com as for sale - if anyone wants to buy yarn. I'm starting to go through my kimono collection with an eye towards what I want to auction off. ...but I'm not to the point where I'm selling off Russian Castles just yet, sorry. I'll post my auctions here once they're running, and you're welcome to share them.
I did have a couple friends ask if they can help out - so there's this, if anyone feels so inclined. Jack will surely give an appreciative chirp once he wakes from his nap.