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Nov. 3rd, 2004 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I was just going through some very old mail, looking for something else entirely.
I wound up re-reading old mail from Dave.
(sort of cute amused wittiness follows, having absolutely nothing to do with the world around me. :))
In this one, he begins, and I answer, and it alternates, with each response having one less > in front of it than the one before.
Gosh, he's so romantic. :)
Another excerpt:
I miss getting like ten emails a day from him while we were both at work and both bored...
Formatting's screwy on this one so I'm editing to say who said what.
Back to the real world, via a link in an email to Dave:
A series of Slate articles.
The first one is quite old. But it reminds me-- all this anti-gay-marriage legislation? Not new. California passed one of those years ago, as did Texas. But the differences in their laws have wound up with some funny things.
Why Same-Sex Marriage For Transsexuals Is Illegal In California But Not Texas.
At the bottom was a link I found interesting:
How To Move To Canada.
Yes, we know that moving to Canada won't help anything in the long run. But sometimes you have to think. First, you think what's better for your country? Voting. So you do, and you use the democratic process, and then you find yourself and the 49% of the country that is like-minded utterly squashed, and you realize that you really don't have any say in the government at the moment because ALL of the checks and balances have been defeated. Great.
So, you think, what's better for me?
Moving to a country where 51% of the people, and those 51% being so conservative and closed-minded, in your estimation, that they are utterly unrecognizable as belonging to the same culture as you do, don't control the whole thing?
Yeah, that may well be better for me.
it's selfish, but the democratic process feels utterly broken, and we don't recognize America as ours anymore. So...
You do what you gotta, for your emotional well-being. I always liked the title of an Ani DiFranco album: 'Til We Outnumber 'Em-- but it is obvious that, try as we might, there are just enough more of them that we don't, well, count.
So?
It's very tempting.
I wound up re-reading old mail from Dave.
(sort of cute amused wittiness follows, having absolutely nothing to do with the world around me. :))
In this one, he begins, and I answer, and it alternates, with each response having one less > in front of it than the one before.
On May 11, 2004, at 3:20 PM, Bridget Kelly wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>* 'busty' is not in the spellchecker; 'bikinied' is
>>>>>>>>>Bizarre. As a busty but never bikinied blonde, I feel rather put-out by that. Busty is so more of a word than bikinied.
>>>>>>>>>I'm feeling very busty today. They're kind of a shelf. It's a shame I couldn't get more cleavage into that dress mom's making me. They're sort of my best feature. Kinda almost my only feature. :-/
>>>>>>>>And your cookies.
>>>>>>>>:D
>>>>>>>My cookies are a feature? As in, the cookies I bake? Or is that slang for something else?
>>>>>>Perhaps both. What is 'cookies' slang for?
>>>>>I've no idea. Use your imagination. What part of me needs to be slang-ally praised?
>>>>Your elbows?
>>>You think my elbows are praiseworthy? Not, say, my ass, or like my eyes, or any of the usual stuff?
>>>Interesting.
>>Pfft. You know, if I picked any of the usual stuff you'd think I didn't give it any thought.
>Oh.
>Well what's so praiseworthy about my elbows?
They're not very knobby. Knobby elbows are weird.
Gosh, he's so romantic. :)
Another excerpt:
I was going to ask you an unrelated question, but I got distracted by this really keen piece of tinfoil stuck in the bushes outside my window and forgot it.
I miss getting like ten emails a day from him while we were both at work and both bored...
Formatting's screwy on this one so I'm editing to say who said what.
[Dave's email said]
And another (also a quote, but I can't recall from whom):
"I have come to so hate the semicolon, that I can no longer use it without
feeling morally compromised."
[I answered:] Oh dear. I had a semicolon phase.
[he answered]
I'm going through one now. Problem is, every C-based language ends each command with a semicolon; this leaks over into English.
[I said:]
I can see how that would be.
[Dave answered:]
It's sad really. The problem with the semicolon is that it makes the sentence sound more informal while making it look more formal.
[I explained, referring to the semicolon phase:]
Mine was Tolkien-inspired. He enjoyed the semicolon as few have before or since. Oh, he loved that semicolon. And I just sort of adopted it, and have been trying ever since to kind of... reduce it.
[Dave surmised:]
So, he's corrupting our youth.
[I said:]
Pretty much.
[he answered:]
Fucker.
Back to the real world, via a link in an email to Dave:
A series of Slate articles.
The first one is quite old. But it reminds me-- all this anti-gay-marriage legislation? Not new. California passed one of those years ago, as did Texas. But the differences in their laws have wound up with some funny things.
Why Same-Sex Marriage For Transsexuals Is Illegal In California But Not Texas.
At the bottom was a link I found interesting:
How To Move To Canada.
Yes, we know that moving to Canada won't help anything in the long run. But sometimes you have to think. First, you think what's better for your country? Voting. So you do, and you use the democratic process, and then you find yourself and the 49% of the country that is like-minded utterly squashed, and you realize that you really don't have any say in the government at the moment because ALL of the checks and balances have been defeated. Great.
So, you think, what's better for me?
Moving to a country where 51% of the people, and those 51% being so conservative and closed-minded, in your estimation, that they are utterly unrecognizable as belonging to the same culture as you do, don't control the whole thing?
Yeah, that may well be better for me.
it's selfish, but the democratic process feels utterly broken, and we don't recognize America as ours anymore. So...
You do what you gotta, for your emotional well-being. I always liked the title of an Ani DiFranco album: 'Til We Outnumber 'Em-- but it is obvious that, try as we might, there are just enough more of them that we don't, well, count.
So?
It's very tempting.
