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People who live in London or know London fairly well, which suburb would you say is more ethnically diverse: Clapham or Fulham? I do have a reason for asking, but it's a rather complicated one to explain, so I figured I'd just ask the question.

How is everybody on this unusually bright Saturday morning? Well, it's bright in Vancouver, at any rate.
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I spent 30 bloody minutes after work on hold with Telus, only to be passed around like a hot potato and finally told that I would likely have to hold for another 30 minutes in order to fix a problem I did not create, at which point I said fuck this and hung up. Well, technically I said, "Never mind. I'll call back on the weekend. Goodbye." because it's not nice to swear at the poor bastards who work in call centres.

But on the bright side, my Chinese food just arrived (i was in no way, shape or form prepared to cook tonight) and I'm going to go and eat it. Also on the bright side, one more workday until the weekend.

Also, I recently started re-reading Jane Austen's "Persuasion", and man, I had forgotten just how SPECTACULARLY narcissistic Sir Walter Elliot and his eldest daughter Elizabeth are. How on earth did Anne Elliot come to be born into that family of horrors?
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I'm going to be all girly for a bit and talk about make-up, specifically lipstick. But Rain, since when do you wear make-up? Well, I had a job interview this morning (didn't go so great, but fortunately I already have a job, so it just means I won't get a promotion, it doesn't mean I'm unemployed). I tend to get very flushed when I'm nervous, so I dug out my MAC powder compact that I bought for a family wedding a few years ago and have used about three or four times a year since. And very recently I was talked into buying a Jane Iredale Lip Fixation lip stain and moisturizing lip gloss, on the grounds that it's similar to Benetint, but with more colours to choose from and a less drippy formula. I have not given up on Benetint, but it comes in only 3 colours, none of which is unmistakably a ME colour. Lip Fixation comes in "Desire", which is a fabulously, unmistakably ME colour. Also, 11 other colours.

Basically, it comes in a two-ended stick-like container. One end contains your lip stain, which you brush on with the built-in brush as if it were a lip gloss (it has that consistency). You give it a minute or two to dry, then you use the other end to brush on the clear lip gloss, which doesn't just provide a glossy finish, it also moisturizes. I was skeptical, but the very nice aesthetician who'd given me a very relaxing facial told me it was just the thing I needed, and I decided to believe her. Smartest thing I've done in a while.

See, I've always had a love-hate relationship with lipstick. I wear it sometimes, because it brightens up my face in a big way, but it drives me batty. I leave lipstick on my water bottle, on my coffee cup, on my lunch. It's completely impractical, as a cosmetic. And then I was introduced to Benetint, which is a lip stain rather than a lipstick. But I wasn't crazy about the drippy formula, or the colour (which I'd bought as the best of the 3 on offer, rather than because I was in love with the colour and thought it was flattering). So after a few weeks it ended up at the back of the medicine cabinet.

This Jane Iredale stuff, though, is the lip stain I never knew I always wanted. I put it on at 7 am. I drank copiously from my water bottle, and never saw a single smudge. I ate lunch, and wiped my mouth with a paper napkin after. Still no change. THEN, on my way home from the bus stop to my apartment, I got queasy and threw up all over the sidewalk. Scrubbed at my mouth with a handkerchief quite firmly several times. Got home, went into the bathroom (just in case there was anything left in my tummy to throw up), and looked at my face, in particular my mouth. Still looked exactly like it had at 7 am, except I'd wiped off all the glossy clear topcoat. This stuff WORKS. Go try it.
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Happy two-days-after-Thanksgiving to the Americans on my f-list/dwircle, and happy Saturday to the rest of us. Speaking of America, I found a hilarious video about the War of 1812. That's the one where the Americans tried to invade Canada, it ended in a stalemate in 1814, but not before the Canadians burned down the White House. Yes, that really happened. And we've never forgotten it, even though it happened two centuries ago.

In other news, it's only November 26 and Safeway is full of Christmas junk. Ritz crackers in the shape of snowflakes, all kinds of stuff like that. At least they have eggnog. I bought some, because I adore eggnog, even though it gives me stomach pain if I drink too much of it. I will ration it out slowly, because it's delicious!

How are you guys doing?
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[personal profile] selenak is a German citizen and resident on my f-list/dwircle, who mercifully posts in English (merciful because I don't speak German, and I'd hate to miss her posts). Anyway, she has a very interesting take on Angela Merkel, Barack Obama and the difference between how domestic (i.e. German) media are reporting recent events differently from the US media. Because where you (the generic you) are standing when you see something happen makes a big difference to how you perceive it. It's just...neat.

I'm getting a haircut on Wednesday right after work, but my hairdresser has just moved to a new salon in a different place. I suspect she got pissed off with the owner of the old salon being over half an hour late to open up on a weekend twice in the past six months when I've been there. Which, given that I don't see my hairdresser that often, probably means the guy was chronically late pretty often and her other clients were also getting annoyed at having to wait around outside when they'd booked an appointment for a specific time. But she doesn't (yet?) have any interaction with the till at the new salon, so I have to bring cash rather than paying on debit or credit. MUST REMEMBER TO GET CASH OUT ON TUESDAY.

I had to do fucking algebra yesterday at work. ALGEBRA! I actually didn't completely suck at algebra (just mostly), but I still hated it. Geometry I completely sucked at. The problem with things like reading and writing always having come easily for me as a child was that whenever I ran into something hard, something I wasn't naturally good at (like math), I would get very flustered. Also, I had very poor study skills.

How are other people doing on this non-rainy Saturday morning? Well, it's only barely still morning here, so maybe I should say afternoon. And I have f-listers/dwircle members in Australia and New Zealand, and I don't even know what the DATE is there right now, let alone the time of day.
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On the bus home from work yesterday I was hit on (for Jesus) by a very young, very handsome, very blond Mormon missionary from Salt Lake City who wanted to convert me in his gap year as a missionary before university. It was actually a relief when he cut to the chase and brought up my personal relationship with Jesus Christ, because I'd been sitting there thinking incredulously, "Is this INFANT a good 20 years my junior seriously hitting on me? Seriously?"

I have nothing against Mormons, but who sends teenaged missionaries to Vancouver??? Send them to Venezuela, where people desperately need food and medicine and will likely put up with being preached at in return. Also, your average Canadian is likely to stare in bug-eyed disbelief at any stranger who asks them about their relationship with Jesus, at least around here. I know plenty of religious people, but they don't try to convert people on the bus. The infant might have done better going to Calgary on his mission. Alberta is kind of the Texas of Canada, after all. I know, I know, Texas and Utah are entirely different states. But we don't have a province that's known as the Utah of Canada.

So how are you guys doing? Met any handsome teenaged missionaries lately?
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Young Miss Weaver gets scared when I cough near her. I guess it's the whole "loud noise" thing. She hid under the bed for hours on end when idiots were letting off firecrackers in the back alley around Halloween.

YMW is also scared of the cat carrier, and generally goes nowhere near it. It's still sitting on the living room floor, in part because I just haven't gotten around to putting it back on the top shelf in the big closet. And in part because in the event that she needs to go to the vet again, she'll freak out if I pull the carrier out of the closet, but not if it's just around. Also, there's a pile of Agatha Christies I need to weed through that kind of...migrated to the top of the cat carrier. If I put it away, I have to actually DO the weeding out of books, and I am pathologically scared of what will happen if I give away a book. I have problems, I know.

Anyway, I let out a loud cough just now, and YMW freaked out as usual. In her haste to get away from the coughing staff member, she happened to run right INTO the carrier. Then she let out what I can only describe as a most un-feline squawk of alarm at finding herself inside it, ran straight out again (backwards), and went whirling around the living room floor trying to get herself oriented from back to front to front to back. It was hilarious. I just wish I'd filmed it.

Chez raincitygirl, we make our own fun. How are you guys doing?
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Big earthquake in New Zealand's South Island, although preliminary reports make it sound like nobody's actually died. Yet, anyway. Still, 7.8 magnitude is no joke.

I have people on my f-list/dwircle in Christchurch and Wellington. Hoping everybody's okay, along with their family and friends.
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I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was Joey Barton's wife and was having to organize the family's move away from Glasgow following the recent termination of his contract by Rangers FC. And was having lots of conflicting feelings of frustration with my husband, loyalty to him, worry over the logistics of the move, worry over how my kids would take the move, and urgent need of a haircut. I'm not sure where the haircut came in, but after I got it, I stopped being Mrs. Barton and started being myself again, only I was swimming with turtles.

The hell? I don't even know what his wife's name is or what she looks like. I am vaguely aware that she exists, but I shudder to think of what it says about my subconscious that I'm dreaming about her. Or him.

For those not already aware, Joey Barton is a fairly talented (but ageing) English professional footballer and convicted felon. He is supposed to be quite bright, and I've seen and read a couple of interviews over the years which suggest he has more intellectual curiosity than the average footballer (or at any rate, more than the average footballer displays in public). But he also has obvious anger management issues, hence the felony conviction and the string of violent conduct charges on the field. I've known lots of bright people with serious anger management issues in real life, and several of them are blood relatives. So my attitude until last night's dream was always that in the highly unlikely event I ever met the guy, I would avoid at all costs.

My brain, I do not understand it at ALL. Anybody else had any strange dreams recently? If so, feel free to share. I won't feel so betrayed by my subconscious if I have company. If you have had bland dreams lately, or don't remember your dreams, feel free to tell me what you're up to today instead. I'm lazing around, enjoying the Remembrance Day statutory holiday, and thinking about getting dressed and going to the supermarket.
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Anthem for Doomed Youth


What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Gakked from [personal profile] rydra_wong, from the ACLU, Know Your Rights: What to Do When Faced with Voter Intimidation.

Please vote if at all possible (I mean, don't vote if you're not allowed to, obviously). In Canada employers are legally required to give you time off work to vote, don't know about the USA. I won't tell you who to vote for, but please do vote.
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North Americans on my f-list/dwircle, please remember that at 2 am on Sunday, the clocks go back an hour. That means we get to sleep A WHOLE EXTRA HOUR. Oh frabjous day, halloo, hallway!

Oh, and I finally found a poppy seller today, and bought one. Yay for me, since it's just a few days until Remembrance Day.
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Oof! It has been a really frelling busy week, and there's one more day to go before I get to collapse.

I haven't been keeping up with LJ/DW (I've barely been keeping up with cleaning my teeth), so feel free to let me know in comments if anything exciting/interesting/fabulous/horrible happened to you recently.

It's only a week before Remembrance Day, and I haven't seen a single poppy seller. Poppies I have seen by the score, but already affixed to people's coats. I'm starting to wonder if all the poppy sellers have Harry Potter-esque invisibility cloaks.

I think I'll take a warm bath and then see if I can doze off for a bit. That's about all my brain is capable of right now.
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Oh DAMN, A England has a winter collection out, Tennyson's Romance. Alas, it only got released today (at least in Canada) and there are zero swatches anywhere on the internet, so maybe it was released internationally all on or around the same day. But even in the photo of the polish inside the bottle, the colours look so PRETTY!

Apparently Kenneth Branagh will be directing a new big-screen version of "Murder on the Orient Express" and playing the lead in it as well as directing. Yes, the lead, Hercule Poirot. Well, it's gutsy. David Suchet IS Poirot to me, because he played Poirot on the small-screen for a somewhere between 20 - 25 years. And Murder on the Orient Express was adapted back in 2010, WITH Suchet. I'm surprised Branagh would pick that particular book to adapt, given how recently it was already adapted.
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I have had an earworm all day. A constant loop of “Dear Mr. Hamilton, your fellow Federalists would like to know how you’ll be voting.”

It’s not that it’s a BAD line from the musical, but it’s not one of my favourite songs, and not one of my favourite lines either. I was desperately trying to create a new earworm by singing very softly under my breath, “I’m taking my time watching the afterbirth of a nation, watching the tension grow.” Because that IS one of my favourite lines from “Hamilton”. But my efforts to hack my own brain were unsuccessful.

I think I’m going to have to either stop taking the Seroquel or drastically reduce the dosage. Quite apart from the fact that it’s making my blood sugar go nuts (a well-known side effect), it’s also giving me a terribly dry mouth (another well-known side effect). Not too bad during the day, but a nightmare at night. I can't breathe through my mouth without ending up with a ravenous thirst and needing to get out of bed for water. And I can't breathe through my nose well right now, because I'm still stuffed up. I have to steam a couple of times a night just so I can try and go to sleep. Whine, whine. Complain, complain. I don’t like pouring boiling water into a container and covering my head with a towel as I inhale and exhale hot moist air through my nostrils. It does the trick, but I don’t like it. It makes me claustrophobic.

However, finding a substitute for the Seroquel could be tricky. My doctor and I discussed it after I first went on it and the side effects first hit. It’s one of the few reliable anti-anxiety/sleep meds that is totally non-habit-forming. He doesn’t want to give me too much Ativan or Zopiclone, both of which are habit-forming, and which are the only other drugs I’ve tried thus far which really knock me out. When we last talked about it, he mused with an entirely straight face, “Well, I’ve been hearing a lot in the media lately about fentanyl. Maybe that’s an option.” And then he paused for a moment to take in my look of astonishment, before adding, “Just checking you were listening.” He’s a funny guy.

Anyway, I suspect I may just need to go back to living in a heightened state of anxiety like I was before I started taking Seroquel. That should be fun. But if I literally can’t breathe on it, it may be doing more harm than good. So, how is everybody else doing on this dreary Wednesday evening?
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Apparently Twitter trolls are negatively affecting the company's bottom line in a pretty big way. Capitalism in action!.
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[personal profile] kinkthatwinked has written a marvellous poem about getting older. The other day was National Poetry Day (presumably down in the States), and shared it. I have convinced her to let me share it with others as well. Circling the Drain.

In other news, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians, and happy Saturday to the rest of you.
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I've known Donna on the internet for about a decade, and she's never asked for money before. However, if you have a spare $5 or so lying around, please consider her GoFundMe page. Donna is off work right now being treated for cancer, and her husband is on long-term disability. Her brother-in-law in Georgia was killed in a car accident a few days ago and she and her husband would like to go to the funeral. Given that they live in the USA where one is expected to nearly bankrupt oneself before the insurance kicks in, even when someone has cancer, money is very tight for them right now, and they can't afford to fly out for the funeral without financial assistance.

Donna is good people, and has been a supportive friend to me over the years. I've given what I can, and am signal-boosting just in case someone on my f-list/dwircle has a little bit of spare money lying around and no clear idea of what to spend it on. I can think of worse causes. Thanks for reading.

And all the money has been raised. Yay
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I have recently been infested with teeny tiny flies. It puzzled the hell out of me, because I don't keep food outside of the fridge, the compost pail is sealed, and I've been scooping the litter box every single day ever since the first fly appeared (and even before that I was usually scooping every other day). Today I discovered the culprit: an apple core that I thought I had thrown into my sealed compost pail a few days ago, but which in fact had become wedged in between the back of the compost pail and the kitchen wall. Yuck!

The question becomes, now that I have located the food source of these tiny pestilential insects, will the flies die off on their own soon, or do I need to buy a big can of Raid or similar to kill them off? I don't care for the idea of breathing in Raid, but at the same time, I am willing to do so if that's the only way to get rid of them.

I recently discovered a website called Quora, where you can ask the most bizarre questions and people will actually answer them. In fact, they've mostly already been asked and answered. I have no IDEA what this website's business model is. There's no advertising whatsoever, and you don't have to pay a subscription fee, but for the first few days I was addicted to reading all the esoteric questions and answers I could lay my hands on.

However, I figured out that there's a lot of Sexism 101, Racism 101, Homophobia/Transphobia 101 idiocy out there. In spite of the fact that every previous answer is saved, people keep asking the same stupid questions, and other people keep on patiently explaining. Could we move on to 201 instead, please? I just don't have the patience to be a question-answerer on Quora, I've realized.

Young Miss Weaver (who is 7 years old and ought to be called Middle-Aged Miss Weaver by now) has been very cuddlesome of late. Pretty much ever since the handyman left at about noon yesterday. She was hiding...somewhere the whole time he was there, probably under the couch or at the back of the bedroom closet. Fortunately he has a cat as well, and understood that just because he couldn't see the cat didn't mean she didn't exist, and he was very careful when entering and exiting not to let her out. Which was quite unnecessary, because YMW hunkers down in a safe space when strangers come in and there she stays until they're gone, but was considerate of him.

If anybody in the Vancouver area is looking for a good handyman, feel free to PM me and I'll PM you back with his contact details. Anyway, she came out shortly after he left, meowing plaintively, and ever since she hasn't moved from my side except to eat or use the litter box. I have a guard cat!

Oh, and FIFA has disbanded its anti-racism task force on the grounds that it has accomplished everything it was supposed to do. Neat trick!
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Please be aware that there are some pretty sophisticated phone and computer scams going on right now. Watch out for the Microsoft one (linked above). That one actually charges you for the privilege of installing their "anti-virus" malware, which is a nice touch. Don't assume you're too smart to get caught. These scamming assholes are smart too. If they would but channel their energy into productive pursuits instead of ripping people off, we might have cold fusion by now. May they all die of bubonic plague!

I had a handyman in this morning doing various jobs that badly needed doing (and I suck at that kind of thing). Among other things, he hung some large and heavy pictures for me. They all look great, except for one. To be fair to the handyman, he did try to convince me that I might want to put it about 6 or 8 inches to the left of where I said I wanted it. But I was determined, I had a vision. A few hours later and I'm realizing I should've listened to him. I think I can salvage the situation, though. There is a small and light picture which I can put in the awkward wall space I've created, small and light enough that I can just hammer a nail into the wall, hang it myself and be done with it. But next time I will listen.


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