The more things change the more they painfully, tragically stay the same

I had amazing day today up until 11pm when I turned on my phone after Burlesque (and four hours unplugged from the internet) and read the Zimmerman verdict.

FUCK.

I'ma just link to this post I wrote back in March of last year. I don't have any more words than that. Anger, sadness, resignation, frustration, the desire to hug my nephews (and I will next week when I see them) yes. Words? No.

My squee about the rest of the day can wait.

Yesterday and today

I've gotten to the point where I've kinda been sitting in the heartsick long enough to require distraction from it. Too many emotions to unpack. So I'll write the post that probably would have gotten posted yesterday under better circumstances.

Yesterday could probably be summed up as funtiems with the Husbeast. We started the day by catching the early show of Pacific Rim, which on one level was a bit eyerollingly stupid and on another GIANT ROBOT PUNCH UGLY MONSTER IN FACE UNTIL DEAD and thus was amazingly satisfying. It's kind of amazing how absolutely excited I was for this movie - normally I hate giant robot shit. Voltron and Transformers bored me as a kid and I sat through Evangelion and Escaflowne because it was other peoples' OMGBESTTHINGEVAAAAR and I like keys to others' psyches like that, but me, giant mecha/robots aren't really my thing. And then I saw the trailer for this... I don't know what it was, the mancandy-laden cast, the borrowing (with permission even!) of GlaDOS's voice for the Jaegers' OS, or just my general YAY ANOTHER TOUR OF GUILLERMO DEL TORO'S MESSED UP MORPHINE DREAMS * but I was all I WANNA PUT THIS INTO MY EYEBALLS RIGHT NOW. Plus I got to see it with the husband, so extra squee. I love going to the movies on a date; its all about the shared popcorn and the holding hands and if you're in the very back row maybe an occasional quick makeout like a teenager if the movie's boring. Not that we did. :)

We did a little shopping for Lil'Beast's birthday, after which we went home and I began the mad scramble of AAAGH I'm working Burlesque tonight and I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR. I did get something together, though (And lo, it was cute) and kittening the show was an amazing rush as always. Its getting to the point where people involved in the show know me and my friends, so the performers squee when they see me and since I'm total fans of them I squee right back, it's awesome. But yeah, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I always forget how much I love working with the sho. So yeah... great night. Oh and since it fell on a weekend when we didn't have the kids or anything else to do, cell23 actually came to the show! IDK, it's always more fun if I know he's out there watching, even if I'm not actually performing. Support from the husbeast is good.

After the show everyone from the usual suspects who came - me, cell23, verbena76, aersi, and aradiadiane - went out to Local Burger for post show munchies. Aside from the fact that Local Burger is damn delicious, I'm a little superstitious about the place, because it opened the day cell23 got together, so the longer it stays open... yeah. I managed to mostly shove aside yesterday's Bad News until the car ride home, where I caught up on the Internet... *sigh*


Not too much to report on today, really - a visit to the inlaws, a little garden work, currently watching Game of Thrones (again) with verbena76 and aersi. Mostly trying not to be ground down by the news, and failing. But there were small joys to be had and cherished. Beads were accomplished. The tomatoes and peppers have fruit. Kitties continue to be snuggly and cute, maybe a bit more today than usual because they sensed I needed it. The husband being lovey and concerned and extra... I don't know, husbandy. So... *sigh* This won't go away. But it will fade back to its usual dull ache, and its comforting to know that most that I care about do share my outrage.



* after my one experience of post surgery morphine and the DREAMS I had on that shit, I'm convinced Guillermo Del Toro has a stash of the good shit somewhere.