For a day that started out fairly unpleasantly (hurrah, migraines), this one turned out to be pretty good.
My ACLU membership card came!
You too can be cool and support the ACLU, if you’re interested. But you don’t just have to take my word for it.
Then tonight I went with friends to see the Rubi Girls present The Show Must Go On! It was funny and risque, and wasn’t at all outside like I had originally feared. The photo below is from the finale of their “year in review” number, which, while very entertaining, reinforced just how many crappy things 2016 has bestowed upon us.
Still, it’s day three of what’s been an excellent four-day holiday weekend, and tomorrow I get to eat delicious pizza and breadsticks, so for now all is right in my little slice of the world.
Over on Facebook, the “On This Day” thing did its job and reminded me of one of my favorite photos.
It was taken by the inestimable Bill Cunningham a couple of years ago at a lavishly decorated post-Apocalyptic-themed party. I love everything about this photo: from the atmospheric setting and the costumes, to the composition of the photo; as well as the fact that my sister and I are, amazingly enough, not making stupid faces. This photo actually hung in my parents’ living room for a long while.
Then, once we sold the script for our pilot — a show about a brother-sister team of demon slayers, which in no way bears any resemblance to SUPERNATURAL — to the WB, Bill turned the photo into the slick-looking piece of concept art you see below.
BALEFUL has been in development hell for a while now, but I still hold out hope that one day it will finally air, so people can illegally download it, and it gets canceled after the first 13 episodes, FIREFLY-style.
It’s been a long, anxious week. Wednesday was almost palpably surreal. Listening to NPR’s new coverage during my drive into work; quiet conversations with friends and colleagues; scrolling through the posts of nonwhite, LGBT, and Muslim friends and acquaintances worried for their future. As the week has worn on that surreality has abated somewhat, wibbly-wobblying its way into a kind of grim acceptance.
Obviously, I have many thoughts about what happened Tuesday night, and a whole lot of feelings, but I’ve been struggling to put them down in a cogent manner. Others have written far more eloquently about the election’s outcome than I could. John Scalzi. Laurie Penny. And many more.
Instead, I’ll just share something I wrote on Twitter the other day, and note that the election may be over, but this isn’t the end. Not by a long shot.
I went as a poor man’s Batman for Halloween at work this year. The mask hurt my face, a lot. But the cape? I liked it. I would like to wear a cape more often. Maybe I could start a new fashion trend, introduce the cape into the business casual look.
“Haven’t you heard?” I’d say. “The cape is the new tie.” Then I’d strut off to my next meeting, cape flowing rakishly behind me.