I'm getting ready for Dragon*Con. It's getting pretty pathetic how excited I am.

So, I decided today that I should actually start using my livejournal. I'm gonna blog. Well, probably about as well as I stayed on that last diet, but we'll see.

So I had a conversation today with a friend. He asked if I was going to go see Don't Mess with the Zohan. Now, first off, no. Mostly because it looks stupid, and I'm pretty sure there's too big an opportunity for Sandler to miss for sticking in vaguely homophobic jokes masked in a "we're only joking, it's cool to be gay, just, you know funny" facade that will annoy me, but also make me look like a huge bitch with no sense of humor when I point them out. So, yeah, I'm not too excited.

But then there's also the fact that when it comes to the Palestinian/Israeli issue, I'm fairly well known for my pro-Palestinian leanings. I mean, I'm pretty sure Montana would be mad if I just showed up one day and told them that God wanted me to have their state and to piss off. By the way, Montana folk, I'll be needed the infrastructure too. Leave your TV. So I told my friend that I just didn't want to sit through the movie.

His response was to laugh at me. And I quote: "You're not going to an Adam Sandler movie because of your politics?" So yeah. I laughed too. It seems ridiculous when you look at it like that, but I think I have a decent point. Most people in this country have no real concept of why Palestine is mad. I'm from the South. We had to deal with carpetbaggers and are still vaguely pissed about it. I just think that I would be annoyed sitting around watching a theater full of dumbasses laugh about a situation that they have no actual idea about.

I don't think this makes me a bad person. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't think it makes me a better person than others either. I just think that being an educated adult is a responsibilty every human being has. And we don't get the give that up just because it might be a little funny.

I mean, seriously, it's like the guy at the dinner party telling a joke about rape. It's just really not funny, dick. Shut up, already.

Today in class, we were discussing care packages for Katrina victims. My class is organizing a drive for non-food related necessities. One guy suggested we send some condoms. To which I asked if we couldn't come up with something slightly more necessary to day to day life. Another guy said that we should offer hope as well. (In his estimation "hope" should be read as "condoms.")

Well, one girl whispered to me "tampons." I immediately told the young woman writing on the board to add tampons. The men in the class protested. They demanded that if the women were to be provided tampons, then the men should, of course, be provided condoms. What the hell kind of households were these kids raised in that they think the male equivalent to the tampon is the condom? The connection, in that case, would be that men need sex in the same way that women need to menstruate, as a biological imperative.

Though I do love this class, they are lively and fun, and the whole condom thing was rather a joke. Seriously though, sex for men and menstruation for women, the same thing. I think feminists have some more work to do--or maybe just biology teachers.

Well, I now officially work for the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee.  Which is a long name to have to spew out every time I knock on someone's door for polling and whatnot.  Basically, I wander around Savannah six days a week registering voters and asking people to vote for "Democrat John Barrow in the upcoming Congressional election." 

Which is actually a pretty good deal, considering I get paid to run around telling people to vote Democrat, which I would do anyway. 

I knock on this one guys door the other day.  I didn't even get to the John Barrow or the other guy part.  He ejaculated a vivacious "fuck Bush,"  and as I agree, we had a good laugh.  Some people are nice.  I've only run into two snotty Republicans.  They were mean to me. 

But I guess that's okay.  The joys of being right.  I can just feel superior all day long. 

Speaking of, I made the mistake of watching some hatemonger on C-SPAN.  You'd think people could find somebody other than gay people to hate.  Like maybe child molesters, or people who are really rich, say they love a benevolent god, and yet spend all their time being homophobic instead of helping the one million children who will starve to death in the next month. 

We really do have more important things to deal with people.  Get a fucking clue. 

I forgot to add a little emoto-star.  Which is my favorite part of this journal.  So here we go.

Alright.  So I'm nearly graduated from grad school.  I've got that whole defend-the-thesis thing left, but it'll happen.  Now I need a job.  What kind of job do I want?  The kind where I can help people.  That's right.  I want to work in the nonprofit sector.  insert drumroll here

So I may have found a job.  It pays next to nothing, and I'd have to move back to the town I just moved out of.  But it is working for the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee.  That would be a good step towards a full time, better positioned job with the DNC.  For all my friends who aren't as rabidly democratic as I, that's the Democratic National Committee. 

Anyway.  I want to work with the Democrats or for gay rights.  Maybe even Women's rights, though I think the gay side needs more help right now.  I'm beginning to worry that Bush is going to ask me to wear a big pink triangle on my coat.  Which would suck, because I live in Georgia and it's really hot here.

So, here I am.  Waiting for Jessica Terlikowski to call and interview me over the phone.  She sounds pretty nice.  Let's hope I don't blow it. 

Okay.  So this is my very first livejournal post.  My God.  The stuff I do for fanfic.  As I have no clue what a client is or what I'm doing, I shall simply post and hope for the best. 

I mean really.  Small children have livejournals, right?  I should be able to figure this out.