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Weekend Open Thread and P-Mag Silent Auction

Happy Friday, everyone! I don’t know about you, but I am more than ready for this week to be over. It hasn’t been a bad week, per se, it has just been jam packed with things that need to be done, and I am ready for a breather. 

How about you? Are you looking for a weekend full of adventure, or are you hoping to channel some Bruno Mars?

One more thing before we get to the comments. Earlier this week, I wrote a tutorial about making pretty pendants. This weekend and this weekend only, we will be auctioning off the tutorial pieces to you, our faithful readers. We’ll do a silent auction type thing, you e-mail your bids to me at, and I’ll post updates periodically to let you know where we are. Sunday evening I will post the winners and I’ll mail everything out on Monday. All proceeds will go towards our next server payment, in June.

The starting bid for each piece is $5.00, please be sure to let me know which one you are bidding on in your e-mail.

four resin pendants
They would look so very good on you :)

By [E]SaraB

Glass artisan by day, blogger by night (and sometimes vice versa). SaraB has three kids, three pets, one husband and a bizarre sense of humor. Her glass pendants can be found at if you're interested in checking it out.

120 replies on “Weekend Open Thread and P-Mag Silent Auction”

I just had my French speaking test. Those 20 minutes were the longest of my life, ever! And, weirdly, probably the last time I’ll ever speak French in an academic context (*single tear trickles down cheek*). After the 25th I’ll no longer be a student! Scary real-world problems ensue.

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend :)

Firstly, Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds is amazing.

Secondly, my new medication is so powerful that they only give it to you in prescriptions of six at a time. I’m supposed to take one at the beginning of every migraine and every two hours afterwards. I have four to seven migraines a week, so this should last about two days. SOMEHOW THIS WASN’T THOUGHT OUT MR DR MAN.

Oh and it also doesn’t work, but I’m used to that by now. oafiwhofiahf but I sent off an e-mail to my form tutor and I get to organise my life back. So yay!

Have said addictive music;


I’m a DIY hair dye person, but that’s because I use Lush’s henna dye, and I don’t know a salon that will do that for me. I also have someone who will help me to apply the dye to the back of my head. Without those two factors, I think I would go pro.

I started dying my hair at the first signs of grey (21, bastard genes).

I’ve gone the DIY route the entire time. I picked one color that was as close to my natural color as possible, consulted a friend who dyes her own hair on the regular, and learned as I went along.

I use Nice and Easy – and only Nice and Easy. Friend said to avoid the Roots kit since it can cause some unmatching color situations.  Read the directions (!) and let trial and error help guide you with each dye.

If you want any tips (if you go with the DIY method) let me know. I’ve been doing this for 8 years.

O wise people of the Internets, humour me, for I have an utterly random sex-related question that I don’t feel comfortable Googling, and the friend who I could ask isn’t online and would also most likely laugh at me.

Pre-cum and sperm. Is there a taste difference? Or mostly just texture and volume difference?

Thanks for the input, all! I’m curious because somehow I’ve made it this far without ever actually tasting semen (this bit is where my much younger friend, who’s already convinced I’m a prude, would laugh, obviously), and since I’m okay with pre-cum, was wondering how bad it could be… “Bitter” and “soap-like” do make it sound rather unappealing.

Sorry about the soap thing… it’s not that strong, obviously! I just couldn’t think of a common food that was base-y like it. If it helps, if I know events (ahem) may conclude (cough) that way, I make sure I have some water or something nearby and that makes it fine to swallow. But there are many sexual things I’d be happy to never do and if that’s one of them for you, it shouldn’t be an issue:)

It’s not even down to me objecting, really, I’ve just ended up in a monogamous relationship that somehow lasts and lasts and lasts, and the boy part in this team thinks semen is gross & approaches it like toxic waste that I shouldn’t be exposed to.

Yeah, pretty much. It’s his bodily fluid though, therefore his call, as much as I’d like him to not feel like any part of him is gross. But I doubt a scenario where I persuade him to let me try, and then conclude “whoa, it really is godawful, let’s never do this again!” would make him feel better about it, so I’m probably gonna leave it be.

Edit: The poor thing doesn’t even know about the time I managed to spill some over his desktop keyboard when getting rid of a condom, ha. (I cleaned it up, it still works!)


So my dad got a call yesterday to let him know his mother died. No warning. No, hey, she’s been sent home from the hospital with hospice care (which happened five days before she died). Nope. Just a call to let him know she was dead. Now the woman was a manipulative horrible person. I’m not feeling overly sad. I hadn’t seen her in something like 10 years before this. But Dad had been trying to reconnect with her these last few years, mostly through letters that were never returned, and this struck him a blow. I just have no idea what I can do to help in this situation, because most of what I’m feeling is relief that this is the last time she can hurt him.

Thanks.  This has all just been so weird. And I’m feeling a little extra shitty about this because when he called me on my way home from work to let me know “Grandma’s died” I had to think for a while to figure out who he was talking about because my first thoughts were that all my grandma’s were already dead. Not in a spiteful she is dead to me sort of way, but in that all the women I readily associate with the word grandma had already passed. She was just such a nonentity in my life. I’m kinda concerned that my lack of grief might be upsetting my dad, but I can’t pretend that I am going to miss her.

Crafters! Halp!

I want to make a plaster mold of my face. BUT I don’t want to just make a mask… I want to make the actual statue-type-whatever of my face so that I can use it as a base with which to MAKE masks and latex prosthetics. All of the instructions I am finding are for making a mask directly on your face, which is all well and good except that I want to be able to make many masks, and also will need a place to store the latex prosthetics (which the internet informs me that it’s easiest to just stick ’em on a likeness of your face when they’re not in use).

So… what do I do?

I’m going to gush now.

My boyfriend is the sweetest. The other two women in the house, my MIL and SIL, are both mothers, and the SIL was making a point of wanting a Mother’s Day and such, even though we basically celebrated it yesterday. (That’s usually the way it’s done in this house; since there are so many birthdays and celebrations and such, we tend to lump things together when convenient for everyone to come by, and on Saturday we celebrated the FIL’s birthday and Mother’s Day at the same time) So, the nephews and the BF got up this morning to make breakfast.

I don’t really care about being “left out” of Mother’s Day because I don’t have kids, because I don’t care much about the holiday anyway. But this morning, the BF made a point to not make it about mothers, but rather have it be a de-facto “Women’s Appreciation Day.” So the kids also made me breakfast, a paper placemat, and they wrote a really sweet note on it.

The FIL doesn’t really get it, cause he was one of those people who made a point to say that I wasn’t really “included” in the holiday. (It wasn’t malicious, but he did do that) He thinks that it must be that the kids see me as some sort of “mother” figure.

But that’s not it at all. The truth is that my BF is the sweetest.

That is so stinkin’ cute!

And don’t let your FIL bother you. My FIL is a pain in the butt as well and whenever he frustrates me (every time I see him), I just remind myself how awesome Mr. Nonsense is and how thankful I am that he didn’t turn out like his father.  Aren’t MILs suppose to be the problem? What is all of this with the FILs?

Yeah, in a lot of ways the FIL can’t help it because 20 years ago or so he had a stroke, and over the years his mental acuity has slowly declined (he’s in his late 60s now). He is the poster child for the fauxprogressive, because despite being supposedly liberal, he spouts a fair amount of gender essentialism and heteronormativity, and he loves to rail against political correctness.

But because of his mental state, there’s not really any chance of educating him differently.

It’s really frustrating sometimes. The other day I overheard him talking on the phone to one of his sons, whose ex-partner is having another kid. When they were together, they had a couple kids, the oldest of whom is now 11. There’s also a bunch of other siblings between the ones the ex-partner had before and the ones her new husband had before her.

The new baby is going to be a girl. My FIL made a comment about how the older brothers would feel like they had to protect her, and that she would have a really hard time when (not if) she had a boyfriend. You know, laughing about it, like that was totally okay being the way things would be.

Those kind of comments are typical for him, and it makes me want to scream. But because of his mental state, trying to talk to him about it won’t do anything. He’ll just make some comment about me being a humorless feminist.


At least the BF isn’t like that at all!

Ah. That is frustrating.

My FIL is the epitome of conservative white dude.  Mr. Nonsense thinks I’m crazy, but I’m 99% certain that most of the shit he says/does is to purposely to get under my skin.  Maybe not, but it gets under my skin regardless.

Recently he told me that nurses were taking over healthcare (WTF? What Fox news anchor fed you this nonsense?) and that when he paid to see a doctor he expected to see someone medically trained and not someone who was trained to take a blood pressure. Are you fucking kidding me? I normally keep myself in check around him, but I snapped hard.

I aready received my Mother’s Day present. About a week and a half ago my daughter showed up at the theatre for the midnight showing release of the Avengers – 2 hours early – and saved me a seat so I could show up at 11:30 and enjoy another stellar Joss Whedon creation…in 3-D…with a theatre full of other geeks. Yeah! I have seen the movie 2 more times since then. Highly recommended.

Holy crap, I’m graduating from college tomorrow. I wonder when it will sink in- as I’m running around taking pictures on campus in my regalia? As I cross the stage? If my parents cry? I think it’ll really hit me when I wake up Monday morning and don’t have class, and won’t have class again for the foreseeable future.

Eeeeee super excited since tomorrow I should hopefully be able to meet the leader of a committee I really want to join at my new church (whoooo Unitarian Universalism.). It’s the caring committee, which does things like drive people to doctor’s appointments, bring food for people when they are sick, etc. It’s super important to me, since once, many years ago, I was helped in a big way by my church (had to see a specialist out of town once a week for a few months, did not have a car. When my ride bailed, I called my pastor, and she said “Be out front of your dorm building at 8 AM. I don’t know who it’ll be yet, but someone will be there, and someone was there every week that I needed it… and it still makes me tear up to think about.)

Soooo I’m super excited that now I’m at a point in my life where I can start to do the same for other people.

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