!julie/carol (julie/carol otp), julie/carol otp

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Recently I’ve been trying to get back into writing, and I thought doing a 90-blog-posts-in-90-days thing might be one way to do that. So of course I thought of LJ, where I used to pour out logorrheic floods of words every day. And, hey, this place does still technically exist, although by now, when LJ sends me helpful emails with links to journals I might like, the text of the emails are about as coherent as second-tier spam messages and half of the journals they recommend are in Russian. But if anyone is here at all, it’s probably easier for me to post here than to try to figure out somewhere else to be, because let’s be real, blogging is pretty much a thing of the past anyway, no matter where you go. Accordingly:

Are you still here?

Did you really expect anyone to say no? What is this, Schrodinger's poll?

OK but I'm legitimately excited that LJ still has polls and it may be clouding my judgment on whether to come back here

That's very nice for you, Kylie
Polls don't mean much when there's no one to vote in them

I think I'm supposed to say something about wombats now but tbh I've kind of lost the knack of this


If I were to blog somewhere that isn't here, where should it be?

!julie/carol (julie/carol otp), julie/carol otp

now Russia, in addition to Julie, Carol, & the photographer, can probably sue me for this icon

So as I mentioned in a previous histrionic post (whose histrionics I continue to defend, but it's time to move on), now that LJ is no longer a safe home for my queer self I have imported my LJ over to DreamWidth and am now slammerkinbabe over there. My plan is to post there when I post at all, but to set it up to cross-post to LJ by default, so people can still follow me here; I'm just not clear on whether LJ can or will delete my journal for making posts that are in violation of their TOS (as will probably happen, because, uh, I'm gay) and I would rather settle in at DW on the understanding that my LJ might get scrubbed. I am seriously bitter about the fact that here I have a permanent account and 172 icons and over there I will have to reduce that number to 15, but never mind. Part of the point of my moving to DreamWidth is to try to build some kind of community over there, so if whoever's left reading this wants to fill out a last slammerkinbabe-at-LiveJournal poll about what you intend to do/where you intend to be from here on out, I would appreciate it.

What are your LJ-related plans for the future?

I plan to stay on LiveJournal and continue on as normal for now
I plan to create a blog on DreamWidth, but will primarily maintain a presence on LJ
I plan to create a blog on DreamWidth and maintain simultaneous presences on LJ and DW
I plan to create a blog on DreamWidth and maintain a primary presence there
I plan to delete my LiveJournal entirely
I plan to maintain a primary presence on a site that is not DreamWidth or LiveJournal

If you are going somewhere, what site are you going to and what is your username?

Choose a wombat.

 photo wombat 1 carrots_zpst7nt2tjf.jpg
 photo wombat 2 running_zpstbapfr3o.jpg
 photo wombat 4 inspecting_zpstf6vygnv.jpg
 photo wombat 4 sleeping_zpsmnkvwuzn.jpg
 photo wombat 5 smiling_zpsvo1ok1sl.jpg
 photo wombat6 wave_zps9t8gi11m.jpg

I hope I will see you all somewhere in the future.

ETA: I accidentally posted an older draft of the poll than I meant to and it doesn't cover all the options from here on out wrt where people might be maintaining a presence and to what extent but I had so much trouble getting the poll interface to work that I'm not deleting it and starting another. Just tell me in the comments if your plans from here on out are not covered in the poll. Thus ignominiously concludes my once-august lineage of LJ polls.
zooey deschanel in manic, !manic (movie), !serious (zooey deschanel manic)

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Crushed by what I've just learned about what LJ has now become. I created a DreamWidth, username still slammerkinbabe*, and am trying to export my LJ to there. I haven't been using this regularly for a long-ass time anyway but I still have no words for how sad I am that my happy place has turned into this. My future plans wrt whether I'll delete this account entirely, cross-post sometimes, etc. are nebulous. I feel like I need to spend a little time mourning. I know I sound super melodramatic** but it's kind of hard for me to overstate how important LJ was when I was in my twenties and figuring out who I was and how to navigate the world. I went through a lot of crappy stuff in that time but LJ was always the place I came back to to breathe and find the good. And to stick my head in the sand, too, sometimes, depending on what life required. But it was nice sand and a nice place and I had friends here and I had a voice and a home. And of course all of that is inextricable from _____ness, because I am _____, and I was as open about that here as I was about everything else, and now to be told that is not allowed here, that I am only allowed to be me as long as it doesn't conflict with fucking Russian law, and by the way, just be grateful you're not in a fucking concentration camp!*** -- it's a lot. Anyway. See some of you on DreamWidth. I am really unhappy about this.

*IT WAS NEVER EVEN A GOOD USERNAME but I was happy here anyway.
**Though not as much so as I did before I deleted the original ending to this post!
!niles (dejected), !dejected, dejected

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It's been a time.

I have been having a lot of difficulty just moving through life in the most basic ways since the election. I made a post to Facebook about that, and announced I was going on a social media hiatus because I am going full-on ostrich about politics for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure that was the best choice; I've been so depressed, in a way I never have been before -- I have experienced biochemical bipolar depression for perhaps the majority of my life, but I've never had situationally-triggered depression like this before, not that I can remember -- and I know there are others in the same boat with me, and many of those people are people I primarily or entirely connect with on social media. But I just can't deal with the storm right now, so I've tentatively decided to stay off Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr. LJ is much less political and much more personal than those three sites, so I'm going to try to hang around here. We'll see how it goes.

(This, by the way, is one of the main reasons I put off the kindness project I was talking about: I knew I wouldn't have the reserves to be trying to be kind and nice to Trump supporters in the immediate aftermath of a Trump victory, should it occur. Right now I'm adjusting a little bit to living in a world where people share my grief and horror, but I am entirely unprepared to try to connect with people who are smug and self-righteous and high on their victory over POC and queer people and disabled people and all the rest of us who stand in the way of America's return to an imaginary historical greatness. I do not have what that takes. We'll see where I am in December; I may have to reformulate the project. Tbh I really thought I would be trying to pour gentle balm on the souls of people who thought Hillary was going to plunge the country into a nightmare hellscape of mutilated babies and, I don't know, private email servers. I was afraid we'd lose, but I really thought we'd win. I don't know what to do with this.)

Last night λ and I decided it was a night for ice cream sundaes but also a night for not leaving the house, so we ordered sundae supplies from Instacart, a grocery-delivery service new to our area. We ordered Breyers cookies and cream ice cream, or we thought we did, but when it arrived it turned out to be Breyers "frozen dairy dessert," a fact Breyers has tried very hard to conceal by means of packaging that looks identical to their old ice cream packaging except it says FROZEN DAIRY DESSERT in tiny letters at the bottom of the carton. It turns out it doesn't meet the legal standards for "ice cream," having replaced a lot of the actual cream with a variety of polysyllabic lab-produced ingredients like HFCS and carrageenan and, further, having whipped way more air into the product than is typically done with ice cream. The PR guy for Breyers staunchly declares that "people" have been asking for a product that is smoother than ice cream, and Breyers is only catering to the demands of the public. He does not explain why, if this is the case, they have tried to hide the fact that the product inside their traditional ice cream cartons is not actually ice cream, but instead a "frozen treat" happily devoid of all those pesky lumps that have persecuted ice cream consumers for so long. Anyway, we didn’t notice the little FROZEN DAIRY DESSERT label at the time and probably wouldn't have understood its import if we had, so we settled down to our non-ice-cream sundaes. And they were awful. Really awful. It was clear to us early on that whatever we were eating, it wasn't ice cream, and we didn't finish the sundaes, but the hot fudge and sprinkles and so on sort of camouflaged the awfulness of it for a little while and we ate a decent amount. And a half hour later, *man*, were we feeling it. I don't know what the hell it was in that pretend ice cream with the Orwellian label that wreaked that much havoc on my stomach but it was definitely doubleplus ungood. Uuuuuugh. Least said is soonest mended about the effects of that shit, but -- steer clear of "frozen dairy desserts." Really.

A part of me, even as I was writhing around clutching my stomach or doing other things still less appealing to relate in a LiveJournal post, was drawing a Trump metaphor. That all the people who voted for him thought they were getting ice cream, a happy ice cream sundae with a perky cherry perched on top, and instead they are getting something that is going to set their gastrointestinal tracts on fire and leave them crouched over their toilets convulsing with explosive liquid napalm shits. My faith in this Trump-as-frozen-dairy-dessert concept though was mitigated by the fact that on the night of the election, after it was clear which way things were going, Maggie* jumped onto my vanity table** and, in batting at a dangling necklace on a jewelry tree, managed to knock over the jewelry tree, which knocked over another jewelry tree, which knocked over a stack of books; necklaces and bracelets and earrings and books cascaded everywhere, making a noise like Tiffany's just blew up, and Maggie streaked out of the room amid a rain of jewelry, terrified. The noise was really appalling and my brain immediately went SEE, THAT'S YOU, TRUMP SUPPORTERS, THAT'S WHAT YOU JUST DID, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN BUT ACTUALLY YOU JUST KNOCKED EVERYTHING OVER INTO CHAOS AND SOON YOU'RE GONNA BE RUNNING SCARED, but I am perfectly aware that that's not true at all. Trump supporters are not running scared and they're not going to be for a while; they overturned America, took a country that has been struggling slowly and fitfully toward justice for 240 years and knocked it into the sewer, and even though they're right there in the slime with us they haven't even noticed that's where they are. Maggie had the sense to run when everything came crashing down, but they don't. I guess they like the mess.

Anyway, enough of that. Metaphors aside, don't buy frozen dairy dessert. It's very bad. So check the label. We Americans are facing four years of Trump presidency no matter what we do, but at least we can still have real ice cream.


*For those not on Facebook, Maggie is our new cat. We got her a few weeks ago, not long after Ariadne died. I definitely don’t feel like going into that now.
**In reality this is just a desk that I keep my jewelry and makeup on and which we have been swearing we are going to paint white and set up with a mirror for years now.
!niles (dejected), !dejected, dejected

Experiments in Kindness, Part 2 of ?

Well, my lunchtime kindness experiment didn't go very well. I went down to Burger King to find a woman standing at the counter, ripping the clerk a new one because her sundaes had come without hot fudge. She was clearly strung out as hell, with leathery skin stretched drum-tight over her skull but still marked with wrinkles like razor-cuts in clay, and I do not know what her drug of choice is but I know neither her appearance or her manner suggested sobriety. She was fit to be tied because she had paid $1.29 each for two sundaes, and the clerk had given her two cups of plain ice cream and was telling her that the hot fudge cost extra. "That's not a sundae, that's ice cream," she kept saying, reasonably enough, and then she'd lean over the counter to try to poke the picture of the sundaes on the screen and she'd yell "That's FALSE ADVERTISING!" The poor clerk, who is not at fault for Burger King's sundae-toppings policy, kept reiterating again and again that it would cost more for the hot fudge, and the woman was yelling, and everyone in line was shifting from foot to foot and looking in other directions, and oh.

So I dug what change I had out of my purse and laid it on the counter next to the woman. I happen to agree with her that a cup of plain ice cream is not a sundae*, but more than that, I mostly wanted her to just leave the clerk alone. I figured I was doing them both a favor. "I think that should cover the hot fudge," I said.

She glanced down at it, said, "Aw, thank you, sweetie," and pocketed it. Then she resumed fighting with the clerk.


Well, you win some, you lose some. I just contributed 87 cents toward her next bag of whatever, and I hope it doesn't kill her. She eventually left with her two cups of plain ice cream, and life moved on.

I knew from the start of this that naivete was going to be a big stumbling block in my attempts to be kinder to people, and nowhere is that likely to be more evident than in my attempts to treat homeless people and drug addicts, who flock around the block where I work by the dozens, like ordinary human beings and not crafty con artists who are always looking to take advantage of you and who, if you give them money, are going to immediately use it to overdose. I have a cousin who works with addicts for a living and man does she ream me out for giving money to homeless people. I have taken what she says more to heart than I meant to, and so in recent months I've taken to buying little gift certificates to Burger King and giving those out to panhandlers,*** figuring it would be a hassle to try to trade those for money or drugs or anything else and so the odds are good they'll just use them to eat. I like to think that's a good balance between naivete and cruel skepticism. But every so often I do something like I just did today, and sometimes it goes stupid, like it did today. I'm not really sure what the moral of the story is, but I'll file it away. Maybe by the end of a month and change I'll have an answer.

*I just got into a thing with JP Licks because they are out of hot fudge, whipped cream, or both half the times I go there. I wrote a letter of complaint about that and the fact that they were playing obscene Chris Brown music really loud the last time I went there, and then I realized that I had become A Person Who Writes Complaint Letters to Proprietors of Ice Cream Parlors and I had an internal crisis. Point is, I too feel it is an important point of principle that a sundae is not a sundae without *at least* one wet topping.
**Why does Microsoft's version of the crying-laughing emoji look like an emoji wearing streaky face paint at a football game?
***Actually they happen to have had a couple of promotions where they gave away tickets for free food -- one of them a promotion where a dollar gets you a scratch-off ticket and scratching it reveals what free food item you get, and the other just a "give us $1 and we'll give you a booklet of coupons for free food" thing, both of them benefiting the Jimmy Fund. I LOVED that because it meant I could buy a bunch of them to give out to homeless people and even if they didn't use them or bartered them or someshit I was still donating to the Jimmy Fund. But now both those promotions are over and I only have one coupon book left so I don't know what I do next.
!shades of gray, shades of gray, !politics (shades of gray)

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So last night I got Capital-Letter Mysterious about a Thing that I might start using LiveJournal for. It's kind of laughable, because in a way it's the simplest thing in the world, and yet it's weighing on me. I am looking around at the world right now and I'm not liking what I see. This isn't terribly new, but the degree is new. Donald Trump honestly has ushered in what I think is a very, very scary trend of thought. He is fomenting a wave of hatred that is like nothing I've ever seen in my lifetime. Creating and spurring on paranoia, as well; λ and I were just having a discussion last night about what under the canopy you're supposed to do with people who believe that every single major news outlet in the country is in collusion with the Clinton campaign to hide the truth from the American people. You can't believe anything anyone except Trump and his surrogates tell you. Isn't that clinical paranoia? I have read about Trump supporters who have been sent to psych wards for homicidal ideation and been really pissed off about it because what they say and think is no different than what every Trump supporter says and thinks. What do you do with that? The paranoia, the fury, the hatred?

I am terrified of Trump supporters, but to be honest, I am almost entirely out of patience with the way that a lot of liberals, including myself sometimes, respond to them. Look at how stupid they are! we say. Look, look how ridiculous, look how dumb, look how offensive, these mouth-breathing knuckle-draggers left over from the Pleistocene era. They are racist to the rotten core, their hearts pump curdled blood spiked with venom, they are a shouting, cursing, scrabbling, red-faced horde of morons led on by their own personal orange-hued Pied Piper. If we interact with them at all, it's to score points off them. We make fun of them, point out how stupid they are, then high-five the people who agree with us. We’ve given up on thinking of them as fellow human beings with real concerns -- how can we focus on that when they are being so awful? Trump is the worst and his followers are the worst and we need to take the presidency and the House and the Senate and then they will be rendered effectively voiceless, which is good because they seem to be mainly using their voices to scream racial slurs and "#MAGA". The problem is with them, them and their hatefulness, them and their racism, them and their hero-worship of a monster.

I couldn't write this so passionately if I hadn't lived it. But I'm growing tired of it now, and frustrated. Something has been rising up in me over the last few months, a sense of -- this can't be all there is. We can't stay this polarized, this hateful, this dismissive of 40% of the country. Hillary is probably going to get elected but Trump's supporters will still be out there, probably watching Trump TV, cheering him on in bitter tones. Convinced the election was rigged. Convinced they have been shut out of the paradise whose doors Trump would have thrown open for them, if Killary hadn't stolen the election from him. Trump will not be as dangerous to the country on Trump TV as he would be as president, but what he has set in motion, this rolling boulder of hatred and divisiveness, is not going to go away if November 9th sees him writing the least gracious concession speech in US history.

I want to be kind.

That's what it's been coming down to for me lately. I want to choose a different path. I want to stop dehumanizing Trump supporters, stop reflexively dismissing people who disagree with me. I want to talk to those people like they're not idiots, even when they're talking like they are. I want to see how far kindness and openness and a nonjudgmental approach can take me. It might take me precisely nowhere. But I want to try. I don't think I've ever consciously tried that before, except in scattered bits and pieces here and there.

I like to start things with round numbers, with fresh page-turns, so that means I would like to start this on November 1st, about a week from now. And to be honest, there are a lot of directions I could take this in, but I'm kind of thinking the best test there could possibly be is comments sections. They are seething cesspits of the worst aspects of human nature, and I want to see what happens if I go in calm and assuming other people are arguing in good faith, attempting to change minds (and at least leaving open the possibility that my own mind will be changed) instead of taking out my resentments and aggressions on people who think Hillary Clinton has had 200 people killed. I've tried this a little in recent months, as I've been getting increasingly frustrated with the normal tenor of online conversation. I had a conversation with an "All Lives Matter" person that actually went pretty well. I got in a conversation about reproductive rights that ended up with each of us treating the other like a human being. That's mostly what I want anyway.

This isn't just about kindness, of course. I'm not that naïve. It's kindness and rationality (equally difficult to use effectively in these situations) and, crucially, psychology and guile. I have been reading articles about the best ways to convince people to listen to you when you're disagreeing with them, because we've all seen what happens when, to take a non-Trump example for a moment, you tell an anti-vaxxer that there's no scientific evidence that vaccines cause autism. They dig in harder. They believe it more. This has been shown in multiple studies. When you challenge someone's beliefs, you are challenging part of their self-image, their understanding of themselves and the world around them. You have to be incredibly careful how you do it, or you're going to make things worse. And most people don't have that kind of time or energy to spare on randos in comments sections. I get that.

But I look at discussions where people are saying, for instance, that 14 women have come forward to accuse Trump of sexual abuse because they want attention. And I want to say -- what? Are you seeing the kind of attention they are getting? Why would anyone want that?! I see people who question why these women are just coming forward right now and the answer seems so clear to me and if I have the spoons for it, isn't it my duty to try to talk them around, try to make them understand, try to defuse this anger that's being channeled toward these women?

Carefully. So, so carefully.

When I came up with this idea one night last week -- I couldn't sleep, was stewing over this, and slowly something began to cohere in my mind -- I thought I would engage in one discussion per day that I would normally roll my eyes and use the block key on. I thought I would try to ramp up slowly, first on conversations like the "All Lives Matter" one -- where I was pretty sure from the start that I could talk her around if I worked at it because she didn't seem like an unkind person herself, just an oblivious one -- and then, as I figured out by trial and error what the best ways are of talking with people who disagree with you, talking to people who are angrier or meaner or more set in their ways. I have to admit I'm kind of quailing as I think of that later stage. How do you talk to hardcore white supremacists? What happens if you try to bring a breath of fresh air into the fetid wankfests on 4chan?

I don't know. I just know I want to try. It may not be all one-comment-discussion-per-day; there are lots of real-life things I'd like to talk about that fit within the theme of being kinder and reaching out more to people I would normally laugh at. But this is where I'm at right now, and this is what I want to try to do. And one comment-discussion-per-day seems like a good attainable goal, so, I guess, stay tuned. I'll probably be sharing commentary and screenshots. At minimum I hope to gain some insight into the best ways of talking with people who disagree with you. At maximum... well, maybe some people will be different at the end of this. Me, at least.

I wish I were certain that everyone reading this isn't laughing at me.
!julie (victor/victoria), victor/victoria, !queer (victor/victoria)

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Well, it’s October 1st, and I’m tentatively back on other social media. But I’m still not sure I like the role Facebook and Twitter play in my life, so I’m posting these could-have-been status updates here, not there, even as their content is informed by things I came across on Facebook and Twitter. Hmm.

1. MOCKINGJAY 2 TICKETS ARE ON SALE WOOHOO! I have no idea if it’s going to be any good, as the other Hunger Games movies have ranged from very good to mediocre, and I am forever and always a hardcore diehard books fan and will probably be whispering furiously to λ through the whole thing about how they shouldn't have changed that what are they doing, but TICKETS ARE ON SALE LEMME AT ‘EM I ALREADY HAVE A GIGANTIC HONKING BIRD NECKLACE FOR THE OCCASION

2. Today is Julie Andrews’ 80th birthday and my major takeaway right now is that I am a bad fan who REALLY needs to remember when her birthday is because when I saw her trending on Twitter I freaked out completely, terrified that she was dead

3. Lin-Manuel Miranda just tweeted that there is a third, deleted Cabinet rap battle from Hamilton, in which Hamilton, Madison, and Jefferson go at it over slavery, and I NEED THIS YESTERDAY

4. Everyone is all over the Pope for visiting with Kim Davis, posting “He’s dead to me now” and “Never respect this guy again” and so on, and. Like. People. He’s the Pope. That means that by definition, he is Catholic. And that means that, if he upholds his own Church’s teachings, he is going to be super-liberal on certain stuff, like income inequality/poverty and the death penalty, and super-conservative on other stuff, like reproductive issues and women’s rights and, yes, LGBTQ stuff. That is the Catholic package. The trouble has been that in recent years, before Pope Francis, the Church really, really slacked on the income inequality etc. side of things and only focused on the stuff that fits neatly into a Republican party platform. So Francis shows up and he’s legitimately amazing with respect to actually upholding the whole “feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, visit the sick, visit those in prison” side of things -- like the traditional works of mercy and the command to treat “the least of these” as you would treat Jesus is really, truly top priority for him. And people see that and they think, oh, the last Pope was conservative, now this one is liberal! And they somehow expect him to support gay marriage. Guys, “Who am I to judge?” is the absolute best you can ever possibly expect from the Catholic Church, and is so much better than anything I have ever seen from it before. Judging gays is not a priority for him. But just because he’s not passing judgment on whether gays can be close to God doesn’t mean he doesn’t think gay marriage is wrong and a threat to the family, and doesn’t mean he’s not going to stand in solidarity with those who oppose it. I think it’s important to note here that Kim Davis is not one of the people who’s been spewing hate. She’s just a person who didn’t want to give licenses to marry gay people because that’s against her religion, but she got befuddled on what the definition of “conscientious objection” is (hint: it means quitting your job.) And apparently Pope Francis shares her befuddlement over conscientious objection. And he shares her conviction that gay marriage is wrong. Because he’s a Catholic. He is also not going to be tweeting #IStandwithPP in Latin anytime soon, if anyone was wondering. It’s time people stopped expecting him to adhere to the Democrat party line just because he cares about poor people. He’s never going to. No pope ever is going to. Time to accept that Catholics exist, and that the head of the Catholic church is one of them, and then appreciate the hell out of him for all of the good he is doing for the world. Because it’s a lot.

5. Wow, that item was a lot longer than I meant it to be and it probably should have been its own post. And now I am out.
!broadway (jefferson) !jefferson (lectur, !hamiton (jefferson)


Things I want to be doing with my day:

-Listening to the newly released Hamilton soundtrack
-Reading the newly available Hamilton lyrics
-Making Hamilton icons so I will at least have an appropriate icon to attach to this post
-Reading about how Lin-Manuel Miranda is getting a MacArthur Genius Grant for Hamilton
-Reading Tumblr posts about Hamilton
-Going to New York and winning the Hamilton lottery so I can actually see Hamilton again

Things I do not want to be doing with my day:
-Anything else

Things I want to be doing even less than anything else:
-My job


Seriously, though, you guys, if you have the tiniest speck of interest in American history, you need to check this show out. And if you don’t have the tiniest speck of interest in American history, but you like Broadway, or hip-hop, or things that are brilliant, you still need to check this show out, because I know absolutely nothing about American history and I am addicted to this show. Because it is a hip-hop retelling of the story of Alexander Hamilton and the Founding Fathers and it is amazing. Seriously, just go on Spotify and listen to Cabinet Rap Battle #1 or #2. See, here are Jefferson and Hamilton, having a rap battle in the Cabinet:

I could link you to about 500 phenomenal reviews of this show because I have not yet seen a review of the show that did not say it was the most amazing piece of theatre to come along in a really long time. No, like, seriously, the New York Times was like “I really wanted to hate on this show because I am getting so sick of everyone talking about how it’s the most amazing thing since sliced bread but I can’t really do anything about that because the truth of the matter is it’s actually more amazing than sliced bread.” Unfortunately I can’t do anything about getting you tickets because it’s sold out for like the next nine months or something and prices are high as fuck, but you can listen to the soundtrack, and since the show is sung/rapped through you will basically know everything that happens and then you can become an addict just like me and you can spend your days at work trying to get the lyrics to load properly in the Web browser so you can reread them and catch more nuances, and in fact they won’t load properly about halfway through, but tip: you can select the text that doesn’t show up and then paste it into Notepad and then you can read it! This has been a time-wasting tip from me to you!

Aaaaargh guys I have seriously spent most of my morning just rereading Broadway rap lyrics and I am so far behind on work now and I really REALLY should get down to it THIS IS NOT FAIR WHY DOES THE WORLD NOT STOP FOR THE AMAZINGNESS OF HAMILTON
!books (ravenpuff), !ravenpuff

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Like I have not had a chance to go through the new site yet so I don't really know exactly how it works and I suppose it could be just as bad as the old one for all I know but HEY IT'S NOT THE OLD ONE AND THE OLD ONE WAS THE WORST SO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY SITE REDESIGN


(but someone please tell me how the hell I'm supposed to get any work done for the rest of the day)

(or for that matter the rest of the week)

ETA: OK, so I just took five minutes I don't really have to try to surf the new site and I'm... confused. I'm not finding it that easy to find the new material that I know was on the old Pottermore site, like the extended bio of Umbridge or the background on Azkaban or on thestrals or whatever -- I'm assuming it's all there somewhere, but I don't really know where, and the site seems to be very graphics-heavy and not so heavy on Straightforward Textual Lists of Things I Want to See, so I'm kind of lost. But it's got to be better than the old site, because the old site was horrendous. I will explore this later. *Xes out of Pottermore window VERY EMPHATICALLY*