in other news...

bureaucracy can kiss my ass. the passport application has been rejected for the second time, with some handy person in the UK embassy finally taking the time to scribble a note as to why the birth certificate i provided was not an adequate gauge of my identity. apparently, it is absolutely necessary that i provide the original document--not a notarized, state-issued copy, but the original document, that my parents had clutched in their hands as they dragged my screaming pink self home for the first time. this is because of the general grumbling between US adoption and UK immigration laws--they want to make sure that i am not gunning to claim my citizenship by right of adoption, because apparently if you've been adopted in the US, you can get your birth certificate changed. and HEAVENS FORFEND that someone try to claim citizenship from someone who is only PRETENDING to be their parent. because CLEARLY that's all that an adoptive parent is. a BIG FAKER. a BIG FAKER whose citizenship is not allowed to be extended to "their" child.

while i'm lucky, and my mother is going to be sending me my parents' proof of ownership at the end of this week, i remain resolutely grumbly over the bureaucratic bric a brac polluting my rant centers. and the fact that it does not compute that my brother, who was born in america but whom my very english father adopted years ago, is not going to be automatically eligible for UK citizenship (as his sisters are), were he ever to want it. if he wants it, he needs to go live in the UK for x number of years. bah.

this rant brought to you by shiv's impotent rage (tm) and the fact that i burned the living fuck out of my tongue making risotto last night, which has left me in a very foul temper indeed.