First two topics: fundraising and activism. If you get past those, I promise, there are updates about Lost and baking and a TV news crew in a toy store and [things].
Fundraising: Our most recent semi-tally from yesterday is $1904. This is not including donations that were mentioned only in the private poll; I'm going to have to print that list off and check it against the comments (because some people didn't enter their gifts in the poll, and other people are just anonymous/LJ-less and couldn't use the poll at all) and come up with a more accurate total, which will have the benefit of being bigger, if nothing else. At this point, we're going with "anyone who heard about this on FW or any LJ," and anything else I may have said earlier ("only my LJ") is outdated. I'm basically viewing this as a journaling phenomenon, so any donation you made because of posts that have been made by anyone this past week counts.
If you'd like to send something by mail (check, money order, etc.), there's info on the "Help and Donations" page at 4christina.org. ari_o also has a post up about getting a special Christmas present for Jillian (sapphireisle), Christina's daughter who brought all of this to our attention in the first place. I think they're about halfway to their goal at this point.
Speaking of which, Christina has now started her own journal at sapphsmum.
Gay book-banning: In the middle of my whole "Do we draw attention to the problem, or would that make it worse?" dilemma, several of y'all sent me links to an interview in the Guardian (.co.uk--so basically, most of Britain, if not Europe, is aware of what's going on now) with Rep. Allen: ( ExcerptsCollapse )
You know, what with the five visits to President Bush, I'm starting to give the whole "We fellow legislators think Allen's an ass and we would never pass this bill" thing I'm hearing a little less weight.
So I have a few more people I'm going to try to email. As far as I know, I'm still going to the HRC meeting next week--I had to make my family reschedule a birthday dinner for it, but now the dinner will be on my actual birthday, so no harm no foul. I haven't tried to rally y'all to a specific effort or campaign yet because we're still in the planning stage, really, but after New Year's, I should have something for us to move forward on as a group, whoever's interested.
My God, it's only 5 pm and already it's pitch black outside.
I just remembered something--on Lost, at the little hospital board meeting/hearing thing, didn't someone address Jack's father as "Christian"? And isn't Jack's last name Shepard/Shepherd however you want to spell it? So Jack's father's name is... Christian Shepherd? Subtle, guys. (IMDB gives his name as "Dr. Shephard.")
I would also like to add that I thought Evangeline Lilly was fab in the Long Distance Losing-of-the-Shit event. That doesn't mean that I don't also, after the fact, see humor in it.
Almost done with the latest batch of icons.
Mom and Sister Girl are downstairs doing the Christmas baking--so far they have two batches of Mom's famous fudge and a countertop's worth of white chocolate haystacks. Unfortunately, they're making the Chex Mix as I "speak," and now's a good a time as ever to mention this, but... I loathe Chex Mix. I like plain Chex cereal. You know,
Anyway. This morning we mailed off Vladimir's Second Present--the [thing]--and a package to Sister Girl's boyfriend in Afghanistan. We were supposed to go out to breakfast, Mom and I, but that didn't so much work out--THAT'S what I wanted to tell you guys! I can't believe I forgot about this, because this is huge. We were going to breakfast by ourselves because my stepfather was having to clean out his office, because he's been really, really unhappy as a glorified paper shredder/"office manager" for about two or three years now, and desperately seeking a new job, and he finally GOT ONE. He used to head up a non-profit organization, but he left that so he could move from Anniston to marry Mom and live down here. The new job seemed good at the time, like they always do, but... well, I knew it was a bad situation by the time I was hearing stories about the drug-dealing IT guy they couldn't fire because he had his fingers in all their technological pies and could screw them over at a moment's notice. Yeah. So now, after almost getting many, many jobs, his health deteriorating under the stress, he's finally found a new position as... the head of a non-profit organization, which is perfect. This is why I say I believe that everything happens for a reason--if he'd gotten one of the previous jobs, he wouldn't have been available for the perfect one. So, after much angst and stress from the entire family, all is well. Whew.
(Mom told me Friday night--they seriously want him to start Monday morning, because they are crazy. Mom and I had given them up for lost at this late date--that he'd finally gotten the call offering the job, and I just blurted out, "That's the best fucking Christmas present ever." And she just grinned and said, "Yeah, I KNOW.")
So. No breakfast, because the weather was turning ugly and Mom didn't want to "waste" time at a restaurant when we could be buying the week's groceries and mailing packages and making fudge. After the post office, we went to Smith's, an awesome little variety store run by (believe it or not) my preschool music teacher. I don't know why, but a Fox 6 news crew had set up camp in the toy section in the back, so I didn't get to go drool over dolls like I usually do. It was crowded as all hell anyway, so we were lucky to get out of there with some cards, a roll of wrapping paper, and our lives. Then we came back home and I went back to sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me, but that exam-paper double whammy two days ago seems to have wiped me out. I think I'm catching up, though.
Am hungry again. Why am I so hungry all the time? Oh, that's right... because I've been sleeping through meals.
Desperately need to work on the book. Did (finally!) think of a good way to do Galadriel's opening speech in FOTR, so that's something.