Stuff, misc.
Oct. 29th, 2008 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichFirst, gakked from everyone who's been online today while I wasn't:
Copy this sentence into your LiveJournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.
You'd think that would be a "well, duh" sort of thing but actually, I believe it is more of a 'preaching to the choir' thing so far as my friends-list is concerned.
Tonight is The Night of the Recently Dead.
Sone of you already know about the number of losses my household2, The Great Dark Horde, has taken this year... quite a few of those Brothers were people who were dear to me personally and, well, I find I just can't write about them. I can't. Joyce-the-Big-Animal Veternarian, with a heart bigger than the world and an impish grin - and a personal insecurity that made you want to alternately shield her from the world or smack her upside the head. Joyce, who died alone in her bed on her farm while we all lived our lives doing other things thinking that she was just busy or in a phase and trusting her to re-establish contact (or setting a timer to do that ourselves if it got too long). In the SCA, you'd know her as Irina. She was a heavy fighter and an offkey but enthusiastic bard. She was little Mary's bestest friend...
Sir Starhelm. Can't write about him. Can't. I'm glad there is a memorial stone for him at the sanctuary. Maybe someday I'll visit it.
Ah, hell. I can't do this.
Copy this sentence into your LiveJournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.
You'd think that would be a "well, duh" sort of thing but actually, I believe it is more of a 'preaching to the choir' thing so far as my friends-list is concerned.
Tonight is The Night of the Recently Dead.
Sone of you already know about the number of losses my household2, The Great Dark Horde, has taken this year... quite a few of those Brothers were people who were dear to me personally and, well, I find I just can't write about them. I can't. Joyce-the-Big-Animal Veternarian, with a heart bigger than the world and an impish grin - and a personal insecurity that made you want to alternately shield her from the world or smack her upside the head. Joyce, who died alone in her bed on her farm while we all lived our lives doing other things thinking that she was just busy or in a phase and trusting her to re-establish contact (or setting a timer to do that ourselves if it got too long). In the SCA, you'd know her as Irina. She was a heavy fighter and an offkey but enthusiastic bard. She was little Mary's bestest friend...
Sir Starhelm. Can't write about him. Can't. I'm glad there is a memorial stone for him at the sanctuary. Maybe someday I'll visit it.
Ah, hell. I can't do this.
