Ree’s musings

Earlier today I spent some time in a waiting room with open wifi. DS Browser to the rescue! (Would have gleefully blogged a bit—I'm posting from my DS! Geekgasm!—but by the time I was done with my morning routine of checking email, Twitter, and RSS feeds, my wait was over.)

The wifi came with an AUP specifying that activity was monitored and anyone accessing objectionable material would be cut off. I'm not used to categorising my internet activity as objectionable or not.
Tales of MU was right out. I saw in my feed reader that Mutt had posted an article about a fifth gender; after some consideration, I decided that the religiously-affiliated medical center might possibly object to that, and left it to read at home.

Should I risk accessing hellhound.net to check Pro and Twine? "Hell" in the URL + religious organisation monitoring wifi = I can check those later, to stay on the safe side.

The experience leaves me wondering why my life works this way. Am I a strong, healthy individual to be unruffled by materials that are sexual, non-Christian, or based in a non-binary gender system? Or I am blasé, unable to see any worldview incompatible with mine? Should I be more aware of "objectionable content" in my life?

In more banal news, Ree hungry. That problem is more pressing and simpler to fix, so yeah.

I'm supposed to be looking for a blog icon. The image should be tasteful, small or shrink down well, and above all, it must not be religiously offensive. It must be religiously conservative, incapable of irking even my born-again grandmother.

So what's in my icons folders? Pagan gods, the Space Pope, a comparison of Emperor Palpatine to Pope Benedict XVI, support of marriage for all sexual orientations, a Discordian icon declaring its possessor to be a =POPE= or =MOME=, several icons decrying Christianity outright*...

This could take awhile.

*(What of it? They were stylish so I kept them to admire.)

I swear if I just try hard enough, my brain will quiet the hell down and let me concentrate on the same thing for an entire hour. So far today my personal best is... twenty minutes, maybe?

Yesterday I got an emergency phone call from my aunt. Two, actually -- one about the emergency and a second to let me know everything was fine and not to panic. (A relative was in hospital and is fine now. No worries.) In the interim I discovered my faith hasn't withered away; it just took a breather while I had a good life. Turns out that I can still do this praying thing but good, full of thanks for everything that has gone so well.

It has, too. I live a charmed life. I have a jarful of little insecurities, but they are microscopic compared to the world at large or even this self-same girl eight years ago. Hell, four years ago. I came across some chat transcripts from 2003, and how the fuck my friends did not slap me purple for my idiocies, I'll never know. Perhaps they have super putting-up-with-Ree powers. I'm quite glad of it in any case. Thanks, gang.

I'm fairly sure I had some minor quibble I wanted to rant about, but I went and reminded myself how inconsequential it would have been. Something about roleplay, I think? Yes, silly indeed.

I think I could go another couple pages of schoolwork before my brain sputters again. Better try then.

I have a song in my head that is pissing me off.

...has someone you trusted left you betrayed
has someone who loved you thrown love away
do you see God? does he have a face?
looks like your father's, how does it relate?
you're scared of being let down
tell me...

Why can't my mental repeat be "Yellow Submarine" like everyone else has?