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One of the few things I retained from my year of Italian at Smith: Io sono stressata.

That pretty much sums it up.

Now, okay, if your caterer for a Big Event said that there was going to be a meeting about layouts of the venue, and that that needed to be 45 days before the event, is it unreasonable to expect them to have be called you with times they're free, around that time?

Or for them to wait until you called them, 40 days prior, and then say they need at least ten days notice before this meeting, therefore making the meeting 30 days or less before the event?

And then you can't get in touch with your venue coordinator. And the catering person keeps going to voicemail.

I had other things I wanted to do today. FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.

ETA: Meeting now arranged, though I'm now all wired and migrainey and frustrated.

High art = an installation on the roof of a skyscraper.

ETA: A good person in need signal boost via maevele.

A post on the fallacy of artistic/authorial intent and the Warning Issue was to go here, but I ran out of spoons today. (Along with the earlier, told Mom about the Four Groomsmen deal. sigh. Could have been worse. Could have been better.)

In the meantime, we will start out with this statement: I am so tired of the ass-showing going on, oh my lord. And I'm tired of feeling like people are tired of me going on about it.

Because I have a guilt complex. Carrying on...

As glockgal notes here, stop fucking only blaming M. Night Shyamalan for the fail of Airbender. It's partially his fault. It's also the fault of the production staff, the studio and their expectations, and the dominant paradigm. He had directorial control, but he wasn't, in the end, the guy with the checkbook.

Someone has already shown hir ass in HC Bingo land. As in, h/c 'evil scientists' prompt meets the Holocaust. I don't even trust myself to write about it, so here is what custardpringle had to say. Big warnings for triggers and/or squick in the subject matter, sadly; the whole thing honestly made me want to puke.

Also, I am still about to fall down in sheer shock from the amount of ableism going on in the vidding community w/r/t VVC accessibility (if you're not aware, a few thoughts by laurashapiro sum it up here). Stunning.

And that links into the High Art post that will be written sooner or later, I swear. Once I find the cutlery drawer of life.