[BRIEF NOTE] An Interesting Method of Memetic Warfare

Both rdi and zarq have mentioned this post from koaloha. What do you do when you're in New York City, on the subway, queer, and aggravated by obnoxiously loud Christian fundamentalists preaching to everybody?

Me: “Excuse me, but do you mind keeping your voice down, I am trying to read.”

Preacher Lady: (screams) “I got to testify.”

Preacher lady hitches up her skirts and tells me that I am going to hell for interrupting you-know-who’s word. Two or three OTHER Christian ladies on the train start shouting at me and discussing my prospects as the Devil’s prison bitch. The last straw was a 50 something red faced man in a suit slamming his Bible towards my face.
There was only one thing I could do.

Me: “If you all don’t lower your voices and cease calling me Satan, I will have to sing show tunes.”

The other straphangers look at me with stony faces.
I begin to sing.
“Its very clear, our love is here to stay. Not for a year, but forever and a day…”

[NON BLOG] Academia's Conclusion

Last night when I got in, I was met by a sealed envelope mailed from Queen's University, more specifically from the School of Graduate Studies and Research.

I didn't open it then. For starters, I was tired. For another thing, I tend not to like mail as a rule. More saliently, I've been on tenterhooks about getting my degree as a result of the many extensions, negotiated with professors and the grad studies program's head, for my final essays. I was told that, yes, the paperwork has been completed and everything was fine. But. Still.

I left the envelope to open this morning. On waking at 8 o'clock, I reached for my glasses. Of course, I couldn't find them for another fifteen minutes, blind as I am without my own lenses-and-frames gadget. I checked my Yahoo!Mail account on my cellphone for a minute. Then, I lay back down on my sleeping bag and opened the letter.

I got my MA.

As I was relaxing, reclined, I realized: I made it.

Sleeping in until 1 o'clock didn't seem like such an excessively luxurious idea after that.

[NON BLOG] Thursday Afternoon

I was quite excited at the idea of being able to meet, among many other worthy people (hi, mickeytor, quillon, and vaneramos!), roosterbear. I've known roosterbear for two and a half years. Though that friendship was conducted entirely through the media of E-mail and Livejournal, it's been crucial in my development. It isn't too much of an exaggeration to say that despite this distance, I might well not be here if not for roosterbear--not only did he provide me with the Livejournal startup codes that I needed back in May of 2002 to start off this humble weblog, but soon after I made my first panicked post on soc.bi asking for help he initiated a very helpful E-mail correspondence. I wanted to meet with him on his trip to Toronto, very much.

To a considerable extent, though, Thursday was an evening marked by misadventure, most of it immediately funny and none of it damaging. mickeytor, roosterbear and vaneramos have all written up the evening's events. It's my turn now.

( First part of the comedy of errors: Me alone. )

( Second part of the comedy of errors: Me and the others. )

( What happened then? )

It was a fun evening, misadventures included. The height of the evening was, of course, spending time with these five great guys. We'll have to make plans for future engagements.

One more thing. In case anyone wants proof that I am, in fact, a physical entity, two images featuring me exist. The first is a black and white photograph taken by vaneramos (bottom of the page); the second is a colour photograph of me with the charming Sue Ellen taken by mickeytor.