Friends

Tonight I read another girls blog which had the link to the video above. I watched 'The T word' and straight away watched the other episodes of this show and bookmarked all the other episodes on You Tube.

I'm still pretty new to the TS 'scene' but it's the first time I've seen real comedy done from a true transgendered viewpoint. It certainly made me laugh!!! Give it a try and see if it has the same effect on you!

(Thanks Khyri for the link!)

I haven't worked with php frameworks yet. I am really needing to speed up my production at work.. so it's time for me to learn how to use Zend Frameworks.

OpenSuse 11's installer is hands down the coolest looking setup app I've seen. :)

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I'm wearing red and blue (and white socks and underwear) today. Because I love America! Sort of.

This year's Independence Day started off with me kind of annoying the shit out of myself. Yes, it happens! Occasionally.

I got up at 5:00 so I could drive Shobhit to the airport. He's taking advantage of the (or rather, his) three-day weekend and going to visit Faith in Palm Springs, for the first time since she moved there three and a half years ago. He hasn't even seen her since she met up with us in Vegas three years ago, during our 2005 visit.

I'm perfectly happy not to join him, for two reasons: 1) I always spend the Fourth of July in Seattle, with or without Shobhit (2004: without; 2005: with; 2006: with; 2007: with; 2008: without); and 2) the forecast for Palm Springs shows a high of 110° for today and 112° for tomorrow!

Clearly, anyone who lives in Palm Springs is barking mad. I'll take today's clouds and 71°, thank you.

Anyway, turns out Shobhit's flight was 75 minutes late. I'm sure glad I got up at 5:00!

It's too bad we were in too much of a hurry to get going this morning. Otherwise one of us might have thought to check the flight status online. Duh.

It was nice to drive on the freeway with smooth flowing traffic, though. The problem -- and here's where I started irritating the shit out of myself -- is the non-intuitive exits from one highway to another, which I missed, twice! I would have missed more, but Shobhit pointed out the exists to me for both getting onto Highway 518 from I-5 and the exit to the freeway from Highway 518, which I nearly missed due to the conversation we were having about how long it takes to drive to the ocean (he didn't want to believe that it's a shorter drive than it is to Hurricane Ridge -- a three-hour and 22-minute drive almost guaranteed to go even longer due to having to wait for a ferry).

I was lucky he was in the car on the way there. Unfortunately, I let myself get distracted by singing along to Madonna (who, apparently, is dating New York Yankee Alex Rodriguez -- I didn't even know she was splitting with Guy Ritchie! What kind of a world do we live in where Shobhit gets this kind of news before I do?), and so I missed the exit off of 518 that went to I-5.

So I suddenly found myself headed north on I-405. I didn't want to go to Bellevue! So I got off on the next exit, turned around, and found my way back to I-405 South -- where I promptly missed the exit to I-5 North. Jesus Christ! Why do they have to keep putting exits for roads traveling in one direction, on the side of the street that's in the opposite direction? I get so confused! (Okay, maybe I'm just an idiot.)

I took the next exit, and ended up back on Highway 518, going to the next exit after the exit for the airport. I got off, turned around, and this time -- finally -- I caught the I-5 north exit.

I need to learn to pay better attention while I'm driving, I guess.

Amazingly, I still made it to work by about 7:34. It's very convenient to have the car today, because Elin has a bunch of frozen goodies for me to take home, which would be most difficult for me to carry on my bike. (It might have been easier if I could find the kind of rack basket I want, but no . . .)

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I need to make sure I make a record of this, because like I do every year, I know I'll come back and check for it next year: yesterday Tracy closed the office at about 3:15. Yesterday I checked for how it went last year, and since this was a leap year, the day before Independence Day was a Tuesday and the Fourth was a Wednesday. Tracy closed the office the day before the Fourth at 2:00 and then at 3:00 on the Fourth itself.

This year, hopefully, that will be inverted: my great desire is for the office to close at 2:00 today. Why? Because Hancock plays at the Metro at 2:25!

Kibby and I have been very earnestly putting it out into the universe/ether/whatever that the office close at 1:00. I theorized that we should shoot for the stars so if we miss, we might still get the moon, so we're concentrating on 1:00. (Of course, as I write this, it's 12:39, and still no word.)

Elin suggested I just leave at 2:00 at the latest no matter what. The front desk isn't even open and the office is really quiet, so, why not? I did already submit my time sheet; I might still say something to Jennifer before leaving. I don't want to be dishonest about it. (Like Frederick in The Pirates of Penzance, I am The Slave of Duty!) I have already called Barbara and suggested she meet me here at 2:00.

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I listened to Sheryl Crow while getting ready this morning. Shobhit said, "At least you're not listening to that Hindi album anymore!"

You think maybe he was a little tired of it?

Yeah, well. That's what he gets for trying to listen to "Oh What a World" by Rufus Wainwright on an indefinite loop. Take that!

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We watched a Netflix DVD last night. It was either a Hindi movie, which I'd really like to get out of the way but which I knew Shobhit would already have been familiar with, or the first disc of season 1 of Night Court. We watched the latter.

Night Court, when it was in its original run, was easily my favorite TV show. I never really saw the first season, though -- that was in 1984, and that was still when I was living in Olympia and going to Temple Baptist Church and not being allowed to watch television. I never saw any of these episodes with the woman who was on before Markie Post came on as Christine Sullivan.

The pilot, like almost all pilots, was just sort of okay -- and immediately had Shobhit dismissing the show as "stupid." But by the time the second episode came on, and through the rest of the seven episodes on that disc, Shobhit was laughing regularly, and often quite hard. I know it was a fairly typically designed sit-com, but it was funny. Even after 20 years, it's still funny. I wish more seasons were available on Netflix.

I just realized that, now that it's summer and the regular seasons are on hiatus, I've been watching more Netflix discs and not watching nearly as much (as in: none at all) on TiVo. I should really get back to some of that if I can, so I can make it seem like it was worth pre-purchasing three years' worth of TiVo service!

Of course, it's just for the summer anyway. Come fall, I'll be using TiVo incessantly, to watch 30 Rock, Ugly Betty, Brothers & Sisters and Boston Legal. I'll get my money's worth yet!

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1:27 EDIT: Jennifer came by telling everyone to go home at 1:21, but I had to get a couple more items in file for Elin before I could go. But now I'm leaving!
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The best at being greedy get attracted by money - even if not upto the job.
Who's this MP they speak of... he'd get my vote regardless of the party involved:


Added: Thursday, 3 July, 2008, 19:40 GMT 20:40 UK

There has only ever to my knowledge been one principled MP on this subject who was Dave Nellis (I think that's right, and that he was a Labour member for a Coventry constituency) who refused an MP's pay and only took a salary the same as the average working wage.
He puts every present policician, bar none, to shame.
Public servants? Don't try and kid me!

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I'm in Brooklyn, staying with nextpaige and I'm about to go out and have a smoke.

that is all for now.

Wow! I would have never believed I could be this joyous! I am finally in the right body and Doc says I can actually have relations with Jessica the way any lesbian couple would as early as next week! That is something I have dreamed of for as long as I've known my sweetie!

My swelling has gone down faster than expected and my clitoris and labia are not even the lest bit sore. I've seen my doctor since the surgery and she is amazed at how fast I have healed. She stops short of likening me to the cheerleader in Heroes but is in awe of my body's ability to heal. She has done several tests having to do with why my discharge hadn't caused toxins to build up inside of me and she can't find any sign of abnormality or infection of any sort. She did another test to check my fertility and says that I am producing eggs just as any woman my age should be producing them! Wow!

Jessica examines my vulva as often as she could and she looks like a little girl in a candy store. She wants to play with my new anatomy but is abiding by Doc Larsen's adage that "waiting for the healing is worth the price of admission" to my body. She marvels at how "real" I look and Doc tells her that I am real... just as real as she, herself is!

Maybe someday I will get away from talking about my vulva, but it is exciting to me. I hope I am not boring y'all to tears!

I was listening to Mila and Jayna's podcast where they talk about Phantom Ball Syndrome and I smile. I can't relate there because I never had balls but mine is a case of Phantom Penis Syndrome. Although it hasn't been gone long and although it really wasn't a penis, I still have the strange feeling that it is somehow still there. I don't have the urge to itch it, altough I did that yesterday and found nothing there to itch except my new clit!

Anyway, y'all have a wonderful Fourth of July! Davinia, I hope you can enjoy this day too. I know that they don't celebrate America's independence in England, but I am sending celebatory thoughts your way, my dear! I picked up a language anomally from the Larsens. Lucinda, Mom and Doc all slur you and all together to form y'all! I like that and I apologize to y'all if I slip into that all too much.

I'm sending my love and super humungous gigantic hugs out to everyone reading this!

Love y'all!
Rachael

Jesse Helms, infamous Senatorial hate monger, has finally departed the earth, leaving us better for his leaving, but not for his presence.

Rot in hell Jesse!

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"stop calling it tea, call it freedom bag water."

On October 1st, London's Royal Society of Medicine is organising and hosting a one day conference entitled, "Gender Identity Disorder in Adolescents" at its Wimpole Street premises. The day will see many people speak on the topic, mostly from the UK and within the EU, but the opening talk of the first session, "Definition and spectrum of Gender Identity Disorder" is being given by Ken Zucker of the University of Toronto.

For those unfamiliar with him, he is perhaps best known in our community for advocating the use of reparative therapy on gender variant children. He has also been appointed by the American Psychiatric Association to head the task force responsible for updating the section on GID in the DSM-V, an appointment which has caused much controversy in the trans community.

The conference in London features many speakers who are likely to advocate a more sympathetic approach to gender variant children than psychologically abusing them with reparative therapy, but the appointment of Zucker to open the conference suggests that he and his methods are still taken somewhat seriously by those to whom the psychological care of gender variant children is entrusted.

The Royal Society of Medicine may be contacted at:

RSM
1 Wimpole Street
London
W1G 0AE
United Kingdom

On October 1st, London's Royal Society of Medicine is organising and hosting a one day conference entitled, "Gender Identity Disorder in Adolescents" at its Wimpole Street premises. The day will see many people speak on the topic, mostly from the UK and within the EU, but the opening talk of the first session, "Definition and spectrum of Gender Identity Disorder" is being given by Ken Zucker of the University of Toronto.

For those unfamiliar with him, he is perhaps best known in our community for advocating the use of reparative therapy on gender variant children. He has also been appointed by the American Psychiatric Association to head the task force responsible for updating the section on GID in the DSM-V, an appointment which has caused much controversy in the trans community.

The conference in London features many speakers who are likely to advocate a more sympathetic approach to gender variant children than psychologically abusing them with reparative therapy, but the appointment of Zucker to open the conference suggests that he and his methods are still taken somewhat seriously by those to whom the psychological care of gender variant children is entrusted.

The Royal Society of Medicine may be contacted at:

RSM
1 Wimpole Street
London
W1G 0AE
United Kingdom

The stress is melting away by the second thanks to a good, long visit with a good, beautiful friend. :-)

And I'm going to Italy in a few hours! Ciaooo!!

I was exhausted this afternoon. Not sure why.
But I got home at 6:30pm, conked out in my bed. This is what I dreamed..

My mom was taking me to a small airport (Apparently Fresno)... I was flying
to I believe Spokane (although, it was conveniently located across the river
from Missouri, so who really knows). While I was there I saw Brook's sister
Heather.. who was a bit stand-offish at first. My mom was insistent that
we could drive all the way to the end of the airport to the Cargo section,
where I could park my car and then proceed through security to my gate. This
was all outside mind you. My mom and I fought about my baggage, and she began
to become somewhat illogical/irrational. She had gone from relatively well
put together to not making sense. I asked her how I was getting to where I
needed to be on the other end, she said "I rented you a car." Which she then
proceeded to pick up at the Fresno airport. When I tried to explain that it wasn't
going to work if she had rented a car in Fresno, because I needed one in
Spokane.. she didn't understand and got mad at me. She let some random people
(looking awfully skanky.. think white trashy trucker's girlfriend missing
teeth and from Kentucky).... into the back of my car (Apollo), to smoke
Cigs. When I leaned through the window to ask this woman not to smoke in MY
car, she blew smoke at me and said "Bitch" but put the cig out. At least they
drove away. I sat and talked to Heather who was like "WTF was that about?" and
we went through security

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I wake up to the feeling that someone is in the room. It is pitch black. I have
been called here by 4 women to "help them". I am at a table with them at first,
but quickly am transported to my bed. I am in my bedroom with Scott, at some
house I am unfamiliar with. I can "sense" a very evil presence... that and a
very scared little boy. The little boy is trying to tell me something, he is
talking and moving backwards however.. I can see him as an apparition which is
rare. My sense is that his emotions are very strong..that something terrible
has happened to him and he wants me to help him. I am trying to comfort him
and have him talk slowly when I sense a much more evil force near by. I cannot
see this force, as it hides in the shadows of the dark, just outside what I can
see of the spirit world. My 'vision' is limited to a few feet both metaphorically
and actually. I try to turn on a light, only to discover it will not turn on. I jump
into Scott's bed and try to wake him. He is annoyed and bitchy. I tell him "They
are here in the dark, I need your help, turn on the lights." He mumbles and says
to ignore it, but tries to help me turn on the dark. He has his usually shitty
pessimistic and completely unhelpful attitude of "We're fucked, why give a shit."
Which is not helping things. I reach for a different light, but no luck in turning
it on either. I cling to Scott and try to get up and turn on the overhead light.
Nothing. I finally am able to make it part way to the hallway.. I flip a light switch
the light flickers for a second and I think 'AH HA! I HAVE YOU." But the spirits
are too strong and turn out that light. I run back to Scott, a cat has now joined
us and he says "It's too late, we're screwed." I jet down the hall, into the kitchen
where lights flicker and turn on for a second. When they too die, I can finally see
the apparitions. They are standing outside, a woman. I jet out of the house, jumping
over where these spirits are, trying to get to the neighbors, but the whole city has
lost power. Then I realize, I am still asleep and try to wake myself up. I wake up
but I am back in the same bed. I concentrate hard.. I think "WAKE UP!" "WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP!" ... I wake up in San Francisco, in pink silk sheets.. sweating and
breathing heavy. I still can feel eyes watching me.

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Tea drinkers unite! You have nothing to lose but your taxes!

A very happy 4th, all. Please don’t drink and drive.