kshandra: Graffiti of hands ripping open a dress shirt, Superman fashion, to reveal the word FAIL (FAIL)
(as written to [livejournal.com profile] clauderainsrm earlier)

I'm realizing that I simply don't have the emotional energy to devote to the competition, either writing my own entries or reading enough of the others to cast a well-educated vote. I'm sorry I didn't pick it up in an earlier season; I might have a better handle on it by now.

I wish all of the other competitors the very best of luck.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (ComputerBear)
Jayus - From Indonesian, meaning a joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh.

My immediate reaction to this, as I noted in the Work Room, was "Why didn't I get [personal profile] gridlore to sign up instead of me? He's the funny one!" (Side note: It's not too late...)

From there, my brain bounced to the really BAD joke I was reminded of at work today.

When the Ark landed, Noah commanded all the beasts to go forth and be fruitful and multiply. After a suitable interval, he went around to see how they were doing. Sure enough, all were being fruitful--except for one pair of snakes. "We can't multiply!" they told Noah. "We're adders!"

"We'll see about that," Noah said. And he commanded the beavers to gnaw down enough trees to make a big, square clearing, and then gnaw off the branches to leave only trunks. Then he bade the badgers dig four holes in a square, and had the elephants plant one tree trunk in each hole. Then, as the elephants held still other treetrunks against these four posts, monkeys swarmed up and lashed each horizontal trunk against the vertical ones, forming a framework. The elephants laid more trunks on top of that. This done, Noah had two eagles pick the barren snakes up and fly them to the top of the new structure. A few weeks later, he shinnied up a giraffe's neck to look and sure enough, the snakes were surrounded by little ones.

Which all proves that you CAN make multipliers out of adders--with a log table.

Mind you, my job has nothing to do with math (and I never learned log tables in high school), so you may wonder why this would come up for me at work. Well, I work for a diaper delivery service; if people don't continue to go forth and multiply, I'm unemployed!
kshandra: Text: "I should perhaps be disturbed by the MASSIVE NEED I have for approval of strangers on the Internet." (Approval)
At the World Science Fiction Convention in San Francisco in 1993, my husband and I were examining various bits of merch in the dealers' room. "Come here," he says to me, "I've found your button."

Having long been fans of expressing ourselves 2.5" at a time, I figured he'd seen something amusing, and made my way over to where he was standing. "My god," I gasped. "It is."

The button in question?

Once you've come out as a pagan, bisexual, married leatherdyke, everything else in life is that much easier.

Now, it wasn't completely accurate; then, as now, I was closer to agnostic than pagan, though I'm fond of quoting Stranger in a Strange Land on this score ("All the names are still in the hat"). But damn if it didn't get everything else right.

Twenty years later, things vary in degree, if not in truth; the vagaries of my life have kept me away from queer and kinky space for quite some time. But both are still important parts of my internal identity.




I had an...interesting 2013, in that "oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die" way. I spent the first half of the year in an intensive outpatient program at an eating disorder clinic, and the second half dealing with my husband (who was already a cancer survivor) having a stroke and going through inpatient rehab. I trend toward the introverted side of ambiversion, and self identify as a recovering depressive (directly analogous, IMO&E, to being a recovering alcoholic). All of these things in turn can make blogging a challenge, which is why I find it hysterical that I've chosen to sign up for this...but then I look at the icon I've chosen for this post, laugh at myself, and move on.




I seem to be doing a wonderful job of talking all the way around the topic without actually introducing myself. Let's try this again.

I'm K`shandra (not legally, but I'll answer to it in public at least as readily as I do my birth name). Life long San Francisco Bay Area resident, married since 1991 to [personal profile] gridlore, also a Bay Area native. I'm morbidly obese and middle aged (both of which made the whole eating disorder clinic thing extra awkward at times, lemmetellya). My passions are science fiction conventions and Burning Man, both attending and volunteering; my current Default World boss is someone I work with in the desert. I have too many stuffed animals and not enough bookshelves, too many half-finished craft projects and not enough hours in the day to finish them.

Hi.
kshandra: Frank the Goat, swearing in comic-book fashion. Text: "LiveJournal: Proudly uniting foreheads with keyboards since 1999" (Livejournal)
...and because I need something to get me writing here regularly again...

I'm signing up for the final season of [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol.

I know almost nothing about it, but since when has that ever stopped me from doing something? ;-)

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