I am in New York

So, I went to Bluestockings, the feminist bookshop yesterday (I'm pretty sure it was yesterday, my sense of time is all out of whack, possibly due to travelling alone, possibly due to SO MUCH FUN) and I was talking to the cute redhead behind the till (I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to say that since she has a girlfriend. Platonic cuteness, yes?) and somehow it came up in the conversation (I forget how) that I had a Livejournal, and so did she, and we swapped usernames.

IT WAS LIKE BEING IN 2001 AGAIN. Remember when everyone new & awesome that you met had an LJ? What happened to that? Oh, Facebook became ubiquitous. And Livejournal sold out to the RUSSIANS. Or was that a James Bond film?

Regardless, there will be some actual posts soon, about New York, with PICTURES (because I promised Cherie I would). There will also, probably before that, be a post with my Inception essay that I'm writing for the Spinifex blog that I promised I'd do before I finished up there & left for NY. Promised I'd write a blog post, that is, not promised I'd write one about Inception.

Also the next posts will probably be written at a sane hour and will abuse parentheses less. Probably. But knowing me and my habit of parenthetical asides, whether set off with brackets, en- or em-dashes, or long series of commas, or compound sentences cemented together with semicolons, probably not.

One can only hope that one's grammatical quirks are charming.

One can only hope that one's grammatical