I’m writing an exciting new novel set in a dystopian future in which trans* people (who call themselves “Giftgivens”) are now the majority and cis people (who are labelled “Stainleavers” as an offensive slur) have become oppressed.
The novel aims to expose the true injustices of Oh my god I can’t even fucking commit to this joke listen to me right now if you are a writer who thinks you’re clever for proposing a dystopian future about the reversal of roles pertaining to a form of oppression, you’re actually a giant twit and you’re being really fucking patronizing and it’s not because the rest of the world isn’t ready for your ideas, it’s because you’ve surrounded yourself with people either too stupid or too pathetic to tell you how awful you are
Also, coming up with new words that currently refer to other things as a ham fisted metaphor isn’t clever and the fact that the Police are called Grabbers or Snatchers or Chasers or Takers does not make your story any less moronic
August 2012
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最高夏の天気 さいこうなつのてんき overheard in the staffroom - literally means something like “the highest” or “the most” weather of summer, but it means you’ve reached the worst of your summer days. The temperatures are at their highest, the air is like swimming in hot water, and you’re grossly sweaty.
最高 さいこう highest, supreme, the most
夏 なつ summer
天気 てんき weather暑い あつい hot
蒸し暑い むしあつい humid
汗 あせ sweat
蚊 か mosquito
蝉 せみ cicada
but there is a reprieve!
祭り まつり festival
浴衣 ゆかた a yukata, a summer kimono
団扇 うちわ fan, the type you’d hold in your hand
花火 はなび fireworks (flower + fire = fireworks. love it.)
かき氷 かきごおり Japanese shaved ice (so, so the best part of summer)
And as I sit in this hot, un-airconditioned Japanese staffroom, I will leave you with this proverb:
暑さ寒さも彼岸まで あつささむさもひがんまで
暑さ あつさ heat, hotness
寒さ さむさ cold, coldness
彼岸 ひがん the equinox, the equinoctial weekSomething like, “both the heat and the cold last until the equinox.” All horrible weather will pass in due time.
I’m going to be crotchety and cantankerous in my early thirties. Wow, I go downhill fast.
In my 40s I will be purple, lumpy, and gettin down at promcoming. Fuck. Yeah.
YES. YES YES YES.
Crosses out “Character” and replaces it with “Villain.”
In the months leading up to me leaving my job at the bank in Edmonton back in 2009, the position I worked was essentially that of an administrative assistant for the branch
I usually worked Saturdays from 10-4 so, sitting at the front desk, it was typically my job to lock the doors at closing time. That was the best thing
Customer service is typically not a good place for misanthropes but I’ll do it anyway. Have you ever locked a door in the face of a customer who doesn’t understand why showing up at closing time demanding the world is a pretty shitty thing to do?
Like, if I ever absolutely have to go somewhere at that point in the day I will
- Feel like a complete asshole
- Apologize profusely
- Try to make it as quick and easy as possible so as not to keep the employees there
So yeah, getting to just lock a door and shrug at their death stare is one of the most satisfying things everOn one of my last days at that job, this customer came up to me outside of the branch after we’d locked the entire building and started yelling at me about how they needed to get their banking done and they didn’t understand why I couldn’t just disarm and reopen the entire branch and bring everything online to pay their water bill
She goes “I need to pay my fucking bills! I’m going to get a late fee”
I said “Yeah. Probably” and then road off on my bike
