Mortaine’s Blog

Mom broke her arm this morning, tripping over her own two feet. As long-time readers of my journal will recall, I have inherited her innate grace and coordination. So, naturally, I am very sympathetic hearing that she’s tripped and seriously injured herself. There but for the grace of….

Lunch was sushi and a paperback novel. Mmm…. booksssses….

I’m reading Ursula LeGuin’s City of Illusions, which is an interesting and short sci fi novel. I hope to finish it tonight. Tomorrow, John and I leave for Twain Harte for a Jeeping trip (I’m staying in the cabin when he goes on trail). Anyone got suggestions for “things Steph can take with her to do on the trip”? I’m thinking:

Bring the laptop and iPod– if all else fails, I can listen to audiobooks and play the Sims.
Bring an unread book I’m looking forward to reading. Maybe one of the political satires I bought last month.
Bring a craft project– either a cross-stitch that I could finish in the course of the weekend, or a bunch of wool to spin.

And, of course, I will be bringing the geocaching back and letterboxing kit, for geocaching/letterboxing on the way up and back.

I am, hopefully, placing my first geocache tomorrow morning before we leave for our trip. I’ll post tomorrow when/if I’ve done so.

Looks like that girl I posted about earlier has deleted her journal. Hopefully, this is temporary and she’ll bring it back. It really sucks when e-jackasses make people feel uncomfortable in their own journals. Here’s a hint: it’s HER journal. If she wanted to be the most banal, boring, materialistic person ever, she can be. It’s HER JOURNAL. In fact, if you want to whine, bitch, scream, snark about stuff you find in someone else’s journal…. do it in YOUR OWN JOURNAL (the way I do).

Asshats.

Cruel.com today featured this journal entry by an 18 year old young woman, discussing her lovely Valentine’s Day date with her boyfriend.

Which of course means that she’s now getting tons of unsolicited cruelty in her journal.

Apparently, having a boyfriend who showers you with flowers and gifts– none of them too expensive, mind– is no longer sweet or something to be happy about. No, one should feel great shame for being with someone who wants to spoil you on Valentine’s Day.

Consider how much pre-planning went into this. He bought five bouquets of flowers, with cards, and had them waiting for her at various times during the day. He treats her to lingerie (which he very clearly indicated was a gift to himself), but also: a mix CD (which takes time) and a selection of gifts that he had picked out beforehand.

He dances with her– romantic dancing– in the parking lot when she indicates that she’s not the kind of girl who “does it” in parking lots, switching gears quickly to match her mood, not pressuring her into his own kink.

And then we have the jackass who tells her that the flowers are mediocre. Fuck you. They were perfectly appropriate for someone who’s 19 years old. They’re probably grocery store flowers, but so what? They’re sweet and nice and thoughtful, and he went for quantity, knowing that he probably couldn’t afford super-high quality roses ($70-100 a dozen in February) and opting instead to spend that on a multiple-surprise day and some gifts that she loved.

I probably wouldn’t immediately add to my Friends list, just because her writing style has many of the netisms that annoy me (though at least I can sort of understand her). But then you get well-written articles that clearly show she knows how to find a sentence, and that she’s not an empty-headed bimbo. She’s young, in love, and she relaxes her language when she’s speaking to her personal audience.

Interestingly, nobody dares to comment with cruelty under their own LJ username. Now, granted, many visitors probably don’t have LJ accounts (is there anyone on the Internet without a LiveJournal now? Besides my mom?) But some of them do, and chose to post anonymously because they wanted to say the kinds of things you can only say behind the screen of anonymity.

*sigh* Seriously, I think the results are in: people are assholes. But we all wish they were just stupid.

Edit: Freudian slip: he’s her boyfriend.