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Nov. 21st, 2008 04:22 pmSigns that you're on livejournal way too much: you have a recipe book just for swaps, and you don't even cook.
I went to Lesbopalooza, but it wasn't that great. I didn't like the entertainment: I don't like the music, I don't like drag, and they had it so amped up I could hear the music two hundred feet away though two locked doors in a very solidly constructed building. The panels I found rather meh as well: gallery showing of five pieces of art, a stich'n'bitch, and a speaker on sexual health and poetry.
The sexual health talk was the most interesting,. The presenter showed the 5000 different ways you can create your own dental dams, as the cost of a dental dam is twice to quadrupedal the amount that regular condoms. Plus, female condoms are ridiculously expensive. The most creative was a fruit roll-up, but the most practical seemed to be to modify some non-powdered rubber gloves. Her putting a condom on with your mouth trick was the best thing, though, especially since the ones they were giving out were the extra-lubed kind. She grumbled a bit about probably getting lube all over her pants when she was finished, then did it anyway. The lube on the pants was because the phallus substitute she could find was her fingers - and the immediate reaction to gunk all over your hands is to wipe it off on her jeans.
The poetry talk was originally supposed to be a workshop, but then the speaker changed her mind because she was tired from fronting her band, and just talked shop. Mostly a mixture of things I already knew ( Make time to write everyday! There is no money in poetry! ) and things I wasn't particularly interested in ( Performance poetry style, which does not include the performance of sonnets. )
On the following Friday, which was last week, there was a Queers and Schmeers mixer. No sign of Katie, but I actually knew people this time, so it all balances out. I still got prettied up for the event, as... well, because I want to get prettied up for something, and a once a month activity sounds good for that sort of thing.
"Spiritual Discussion" group with Sophie and two other is still going on for Tuesdays. We've been talking about John. I think most people that are talked of and are not Jesus are morons. My favorite is someone asking Jesus to provide food, like the mana that appeared in the desert, when Jesus was doing exactly that less than two hours ago.
I did skip the talk that was right after spiritual discussion about the gay and religion, as I was tired and didn't want to play anymore.
Annnd, that brings us up to today. I have about six Greek dramas to read to pick out any allusions to ( the then ) current affairs. The first was rather easy: there was a plague going on in Athens, and Oedipus the King opens with plague ravaging the city amongst other horrors.
I went to Lesbopalooza, but it wasn't that great. I didn't like the entertainment: I don't like the music, I don't like drag, and they had it so amped up I could hear the music two hundred feet away though two locked doors in a very solidly constructed building. The panels I found rather meh as well: gallery showing of five pieces of art, a stich'n'bitch, and a speaker on sexual health and poetry.
The sexual health talk was the most interesting,. The presenter showed the 5000 different ways you can create your own dental dams, as the cost of a dental dam is twice to quadrupedal the amount that regular condoms. Plus, female condoms are ridiculously expensive. The most creative was a fruit roll-up, but the most practical seemed to be to modify some non-powdered rubber gloves. Her putting a condom on with your mouth trick was the best thing, though, especially since the ones they were giving out were the extra-lubed kind. She grumbled a bit about probably getting lube all over her pants when she was finished, then did it anyway. The lube on the pants was because the phallus substitute she could find was her fingers - and the immediate reaction to gunk all over your hands is to wipe it off on her jeans.
The poetry talk was originally supposed to be a workshop, but then the speaker changed her mind because she was tired from fronting her band, and just talked shop. Mostly a mixture of things I already knew ( Make time to write everyday! There is no money in poetry! ) and things I wasn't particularly interested in ( Performance poetry style, which does not include the performance of sonnets. )
On the following Friday, which was last week, there was a Queers and Schmeers mixer. No sign of Katie, but I actually knew people this time, so it all balances out. I still got prettied up for the event, as... well, because I want to get prettied up for something, and a once a month activity sounds good for that sort of thing.
"Spiritual Discussion" group with Sophie and two other is still going on for Tuesdays. We've been talking about John. I think most people that are talked of and are not Jesus are morons. My favorite is someone asking Jesus to provide food, like the mana that appeared in the desert, when Jesus was doing exactly that less than two hours ago.
I did skip the talk that was right after spiritual discussion about the gay and religion, as I was tired and didn't want to play anymore.
Annnd, that brings us up to today. I have about six Greek dramas to read to pick out any allusions to ( the then ) current affairs. The first was rather easy: there was a plague going on in Athens, and Oedipus the King opens with plague ravaging the city amongst other horrors.
