Le sigh...

So, yesterday morning.
Or maybe this morning. I don't really remember. Time is a vauge concept when you're circadian rhythm-- Cicada? *tsukutsukubooshiiiiii...*
Er HEM.
... consists of frequent 5 to 300 minute naps and 90% of the remaining time is spent staring into space over someone's head (or, more frequently, some piece-of-knitting-or-other). Anyhoo, on that morning, I went into my mom's room to ask her something, and watched her T.V. while I waited for her to help me. A lover-ly mudslide of earth-time drama met me, with more nuclear danger in Japan, more flooding of the Mississippi river area, further violence in Libya, and, oh goody, an earthquake in Spain. Just as I'm thinking "Goodness, no wonder everyone thinks it's the end of the world," my little brother walks in and watches the soldiers on the screen crawling about, pulling civilians from the wreckage and firing rounds off-screen and after a moment says:
"Oh yeah! RPG... RPG!"
I just looked at him... Or then I didn't. After the looking I said "That's all it is to you isn't it? No people? Just role-playing nothing, characters on the screen. Pixels." He acted more embarrassed than ashamed.
"No, I didn't mean THAT..."
But, oh yeah oh yes he did. It's a little bit Stepfather's fault. *grammer-jammer* He's the one who's been telling The Small Boy (little brother) that I think about things too deeply. Do I, perhaps? I am an American, after all. Even the floods aren't affecting me, yes? Safe and with no need for deep thought are we, deep in the heart of Texas.
And, apparently, my defective, impulsive tendency to think too deeply about things is exacerbated by my gender. I am female, granted, but I rarely-- if ever-- follow the sterotypes gifted to my sex by this oh-so-lovely world. Stepfather said, at dinner the other night, something to the effect of :"You're a woman, and you think about things different than us guys. I'm a guy. I don't think like you do. We say fag. We say gay. We're guys. That's how we talk." I had complained about his overly and unneccessarily frequent use of the given words. Now, I don't think this is a gender-enabled irritation. I'm a writer. It's Webster. He's in my brain-world. I'm a Webster girl. I want words to be used where they are meant to be as dictated by the dictionary or, to a degree, cultural SLANG, which I concede is a part of every spoken language in the world.
However. "Fag" is defined by Webster, and I paraphrase, as a derogatory word for a homosexual male. That's what it is. A derogatory word. A noun referencing a human male in the practice of homosexuality. Now, gay or not, it is in fact, as I stated, a DEROGATORY word. Compunction among non-familars is a pet-peeve of mine. I'm not sure how may gay people Stepfather knows, but I don't think he says this to them. He has only, within earshot of me, used this to describe The Small Boy and my Stepbrother (also younger).
And now for the word "gay." I just hate the WORD. Not gay people. I have several gay friends, and although (don't hate, now!) I disagree with their choice in sexuality, I love them very much (Rather, I love everyone, but I like them, additionally). They call themselves gay. Of course they do, it's the word to use. BUT... "gay" is too ambiguous a term. It's adjective form has three unrelated definitions: colorful (typically garishly so); happy (as in a certain Christmas song, I believe); and, most commonly, homosexual (specifically it is meant to reference males, but lesbian takes so much longer to say, so we must tolerate it for both genders' usage). Didn't anyone else get asked in elementary school, "Are you gay?"
Respond "What? No!"
And receive "Oh. You aren't happy?" in return, followed by hysterical, uninformed laughter?
{Or perhaps more informed in these days. The same joke is in play after the 6 years since I left grade school, but I recently heard that some 5th graders, male and female, were caught having sex on campus. Hm.}
That aside, I think the terminology of "gay" does NOT include stupid in its repetoire. I'm sick of it being used to that end.
Uhh. *shudder* Webster...!

Whoop, there it went.

*SHNAP*

Still a-chillin'

This week we only had ONE day of school: Monday, and of course all the teachers said that the snow pro~bably wouldn't stick, you know, the ground being warm from the 70 degree day shortly before.... and they didn't want to come to school on Good Friday, but... no dice. SNOOOOW on Tuesday.... SNOOOOW on Wednesday... and SNOOOOW on Thursday. Actually, last night/today I was up till three, at which time I let my dog out into a few softly falling flakes, and let her in about 10 minutes later to escape a solid wall of white. Poor Sumaki was covered in snow; she looked like the ghost german shepherd. It came down like I don't know what. But today, (Friday) her inner puppy came out and she actually played in the snow, galloping and knocking and rolling like she wasn't 13 years old and limping sadly minutes before. I hope this isn't her last snow. She looks like she enjoyed it.
But of course, now we have school on Good Friday, and summer... Ah well. Happy winter to all.

Winter in Texas

Here in the northern hemisphere, in the wierdest little state in the world, we are having a snow day off school, and another tomorrow, after a 70 F day about 3 days ago. It's COLD, but at least there is a little rhyme and reason now that snow has come with it. I can't stand cold without snow. But it's interesting how it varies in other places too: Some friends of mine in Australia told me how icky-sticky HOT it is today, while another in Canada says she only gets snow days if the drifts get over 3 feet. I wouldn't mind trading with the Australians, but the Canadian policy makes me feel like one from a rather alarmist state. XD

I'm back!

Ahh, long time no blog. I've missed my blog. I'll be on alot more often soon, to get back at people in a rather silent fashion for being irritated with me for hating most forms of social networking (i.e. Facebook and twitter. I want y'all to follow my every word.org and stalker.net. *shudder*) Anyway, soon this li'l blog will feature my knitting projects, various rants on yarn quality, the government, and food, and things that I hope will make people smile, think, and better. See you soon!
*vanishes in cloud of melty snowflakes*

Neopets

I've been playing Neo for a while now. I haven't been on because of the current event going on, looking for Tarla. Verrry annoying... but a rush when she's found! G2G, off to search some more. Create an account HERE http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=briadams101 and join the search HERE http://www.neopets.com/neoboard/topic.phtml/boardlist.phtml?board=7. Please help! Or just join and have some fun.

First Dance/Date

Went to my first ball tonight. As a tomboy, it wasn't as bad as I expected. A lot of ceremony and clapping, but it was okay. I did the chacha slide and got a picture with Elvis (yup) and went home. Not awful, as far as life goes.