*glares at huge BBQ of doom*

For some reason every saturday has turned into BBQ day, but it's never planned as such. I'll be doing random stuff then I'll look out the window, see smoke and run panicking to supervise Beloved who is quite literally playing with fire

I'd stop him but I have the nagging feeling that if I let him charcoal meat every saturday until 2398 then maybe, just maybe, we'd justify the cost of this thing


Of course the problem is that since I don't know we're planning a BBQ I don't buy meat for it (though Beloved could buy anything on his shopping trips. Anything. An ostriche, a palm tree, a live bandicoot. I don't even know what a bandicoot is, but he'd buy one) so instead Beloved goes rummaging through the freezer in the morning (when all right thinking people are in bed) and throws random corpses to defrost.

End result:

1) We now have a lot of meat because we've bbqed enough to feed a lot more than 2 people

2) I have no idea what it is he's cooked until I actually bite into it, since he's hacked up various meaty-type things, messed with my marinades and thrown them on the BBQ of doom.

3) I have no idea what we actually have LEFT in the freezer. Which means I may have to clear it out... *ominous music*

At least there was booze

On middle ground, compromise and neutrality

There seems to be an instinct for some people, and I imagine they're usually well meaning, when they see people arguing to instantly try to create some kind of middle ground

But where is the middle ground? Where is the compromise?

It marginalised people want to be treated with all the same respect and regard with all the same rights, protections, opportunities and privileges as everyone else... where's the middle ground? “You can have some rights?” “Here, we'll treat you as ALMOST human?” “How about a little more respect? Oh, not as much as privileged people, that would be silly!”

Sound good? No? C'mon guys! Compromise! Middle ground! Can't we meet the bigots halfway?

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Review: Sunshine by Robin McKinley

I am going to do something I never ever do. I am submitting a DNF review. Yes, a Did Not Finish.

I normally refuse to review a book I haven't finished. I think it's wrong and unfair to write a review unless you have read it. I've always held on this – but this book broke me.

In my defence, this is me here. Seriously, I read 3 LA Banks Vampire Huntress novels and intend to read the rest. I even read LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries. I got through Cassadra Clare's over written mess and Yasmine Galenorn's florid florid prose, I even read through Anya Bast's interminable sex scenes. I read Vampire Academy that gets a special award for slow start (the story starts at 80% in). I read Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series – ALL of it, every last minute of the drek and that should have been banned by international law. I'm even STILL reading Anita Blake when everyone else has declared themselves done with the fuckery 10 books ago

In short, I have a high high high tolerance for crap books. But this broke me. The very idea of reading another word makes me cringe.

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Enough. Homophobic hate speech isn't funny, isn't entertaining and you need to STOP

I am getting sick of this

So we have some very well publicised gross bigotry fails and their little apology PR stunts. And it just keeps on coming

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