sigelphoenix

I slept in until a deliciously late 10:30 this morning after getting back from neo_angiel's birthday party at around 1:30 (which, by the way, was awesome -- involving yummy barbeque and cake, a DS orgy, The Halo Game That Wouldn't End, and Karaoke Revolution at the end of the night). Luxuriated around for a couple of hours in my Inara robe, which I have started using for lazy weekend mornings and indulging in a 'la la la I'm an elegant courtesan in a Sino/Western-fused future society' fantasy. Because, really, how often do you get to do that in your daily life?

(And speaking of Firefly, it looks like I'll be pimping my DVDs out to blue_bel, ratzeo, and neo_angiel. Yay for passing on the Firefly-crack!)

So, a couple of days ago my dad mentioned an employment ad in Portland, for a Japanese-fluent person with research and writing skills who would be acquiring rights for Japanese comics. ("I thought you might be interested," he said. Hello, understatement.) He followed up by emailing me a link, and it turns out the job is at Dark Horse Comics, which, you may remember, was one of the first companies to bring manga over to the U.S. in the 1990s. (I have one of their early Oh! My Goddess issues. :D) They're also the ones publishing the Serenity miniseries. I never knew they were based in Portland, though. Too bad I a) haven't graduated yet, and b) don't have the actual translation experience they want.

*waves bye-bye to dream job*

And finally, via metaquotes: inexplicable tears for females = inappropriate hard-ons for males. It works, in a skewed and yet very fitting way. They don't always mean what people think they mean, you can't control them, and they can be very socially awkward. XD;;

I've never been sure how common the involuntary crying thing is. For me, I don't cry very easily, especially not in front of other people, and I've become pretty conditioned to suppressing or at least postponing sad tears. But tears of anger, or frustration, or embarassment? Those suckers will pop up at nothing, and keeping them down is about as futile as a game of Whack-A-Mole. The only time a customer has made me cry, I was just tearing up and not full-blown crying (sobs and hiccups and all that), but still I couldn't stop them for a while. And it wasn't because I was sad or hurt -- he was spewing abuse, but I don't remember it being directed at me -- but he was being such an asshat, and I had the overwhelming urge to beat him with my phone, and yet I could not say anything rude ... I hung up, and my smothered anger sprang forth in liquid form. (I'm just glad I had gotten over it by the time that said asshat decided to actually show up in person. But by that point it was also clear that he was more pitiable than offensive. Plus, he got his ass handed to him by customer service.) I mean, WTF? It is perhaps the strangest physiological response I could have imagined for things like anger and other things that are not sadness.

Does this happen to you guys much? Do you cry for reasons that just don't make sense? Do you find it annoying as all hell when you're reduced to tears in an argument, and the other person may think it's a sign of weakness, when really it is suppressed homocidal rage? Any one else really like the OP's analogy? :P