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LATEST SHINY

The band's called The Warning. They're three sisters from Mexico, Alejandra, Paulina, and Daniela, ages nine, twelve, and fourteen. And they are rocking the hell out of every song they've covered that I've listened to so far. Metallica. AC/DC. Lady Gaga. Katy Perry. Guns N' Roses liked their cover enough to encourage Guns N' Roses fans to donate to The Warning's crowdfunding campaign to send the girls to Berklee College of Music. They're not just a cover band, either, that videos page has several original songs too.

And they've got an EP coming out on iTunes on Tuesday!

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The thing that is stuck in my head is "Step It Out Mary" by The CRAIC.

You will notice that there are no Google results for this particular version of the song. That is because they have not recorded it yet. (Or if they have, they haven't told us about it. The version I heard, they performed at the Pittsburgh Renaissance Festival last September.) I am irritated.

*listens to "Shee An Gannon" for the millionth time*

capslocks of determination, not of shout

TODAY I AM GOING TO WRITE.

TODAY I AM GOING TO CROCHET.

TODAY I AM GOING TO CLEAN THIS DAMN BASEMENT.

I am my mother's child

Somebody tell me to get rid of the damn Greenpeace sticker. I don't want it, I'm never going to use it, I didn't want it in the first place (I think I acquired it via one of my actual charities selling my info), I especially don't want it after the Nazca Lines jackassery, it isn't worth the postage to give it away ('cause let me assure you no one else in this house wants it either, though for different reasons). But I cannot bring myself to actually trash the thing.

There is a lot of crap I own that I neither need nor want but cannot convince myself to get rid of.

And yes, I know, unclutter. Also bitesizedcleaning and unfuckyourhabitat. Also the KonMari system—I finally broke down and bought a Kindle copy of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up and am 24% in. (On a related note: I keep spending money I do not really have. Which is part of why the clutter problem! ...and yes, actyourwage.)

And I keep telling myself I'll do better in my own apartment, but who do you think you're kidding, Alex. This corner of the basement is essentially all mine (if only because no one else wants to deal with my crap), my bedroom is definitely all mine (since the sister who used to share it with me is the one who moved in with her fiancé), and I have no one else to blame for the state they're in. If I can't handle keeping these two areas clean now, that bodes ill for my being able to keep an entire apartment clean later.

Seriously, somebody tell me to get rid of the Greenpeace sticker. I will probably whine at you about how I don't waaaaant to, but I keep hearing that being an adult is doing the thing while muttering "I don't wanna"...

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oh hey it's Sunday. I should pull the lucky winners of the bonus spreads and then draw many many tarot cards.

there, that is done, and the winners have got comments to notify them, and I will draw the cards Later. right now I am hungry and should go make food.

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I am Shocked to discover that Hillary Clinton is officially running for president.

Everybody just cross your fingers that the Republican candidate isn't Jeb Bush, or that someone actually better than Hillary Clinton manages to beat Hillary on the Democratic ticket, because really Bush v Clinton again would be the outside of enough.

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...hmm. How bad an idea would it be, I wonder, to take ECON 330 Money and Banking this summer with the idea of getting that F (the last from summer 2012) off my transcript? I wouldn't be able to pay for eight credits of poetry and economics in cash, where I can pay the four credits of poetry in cash because I held on to so much of my federal tax refund for this purpose. But eight credits is more than six credits and thus I could use my federal loans for 2015-16 to pay for the term, I'd just have to let financial aid know that's what I'm doing. But if I use loans for four terms instead of three that'll mean paying part of my tuition for the later terms in cash like last year.

I don't really want to take the course, but I want to get the F off my transcript.

I am all registered for poetry, by the way, registration for summer term opened at 00:01 Pacific today and I just so happened to be awake. >_>

ETA: Dad thinks it would be a bad idea to take ECON 330 this summer. I shall take that under advisement.

#BlackLivesMatter TW: police brutality

White America's Silence on Police Brutality Is Consent

How many more must die, how close together, and under what circumstances before the most empowered Americans feel compelled to advance, legislate and execute police reform? Or is this the system they want?

It's not the system I want. But I get the impression I do not speak for white America.

ETA: on a related note, why does my state representative not seem to have an email address. My state senator does, so I can email him to the tune of "let's try to change the law so that this nonsense can't legally happen in this state", but not my state representative.

I mean, they're both white male Republicans. I do not expect writing them to work. But it would work better if I could write them both!

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Remember my QUEER copper metal-stampy earrings? I finally got around to looking at the instructions for the patina solution I got from AC Moore (which is supposed to darken up the stamp impressions significantly), and I am not sure what chemical this is but the instructions are very clear that I am not supposed to touch or consume it. Which makes me really hesitant to measure and mix the stuff using utensils intended for later use with food. I am pretty sure we do not have any glass or ceramic containers or tablespoon measures that are not intended for use with food. I suppose I am buying some next time I end up in Walmart (read: maybe tomorrow).

As long as I'm buying things at Walmart: I am in possession of a gallon of spring water, two pounds of local honey, and a packet with instructions for how to make mead with the honey and water and packet. For this purpose I need to acquire a pot that holds at least two quarts, so that I do not tie up one of Mom's pots for a week or two. (I am not sure of the rest of the instructions on account of I haven't opened the packet, but if that's the pot size recommended, hopefully the water and honey do not all go in at once!) I hope this turns out well, I've had the stuff for the mead-making since September at the Pittsburgh Renaissance Festival and I really wanna find out if I like mead. I hope I do, or someone in the house does, because I suspect I'm going to have rather a quantity of it.

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I need a thing to do that will completely absorb my attention and distract me from People Suck long enough for me to stop emoting over People Suck.

The only thing I can think of that will be effective is my damn job. Which I next arrive at eighteen hours from now. (Assuming I do not work overtime, but even if I work two hours of overtime, that's still sixteen hours from now.) Factor in half an hour of driving and shit...

I don't want to be emoting over People Suck for the next double-digits hours!