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[Jul. 26th, 2008|08:36 am] |
I am headed...somewhere in Japan.
Got upgraded two weeks ago. :) |
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| One note people talking two at a time. |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|06:14 am] |
One of the more annoying features of the strip in the declining years is that Lynn seems to have lost the ability to handle a conversation between more than two people. No matter what the situation, there's a person that speaks and a person that's spoken to. This, of course, makes the Pattersons look like antisocial clods. For instance, the sequence wherein Liz simply waited in the car while April visited Jim made her look as if her grandfather's fate was none of her business. In real life, Liz would have been hovering in the background trying to get a handle on what's happening. One of the thing that might have got her wondering was why Jim kept having the same problem: being frustrated because he's lucid but can't communicate. This lack of progress might have got her to thinking about how, as howtheduck mentioned, that people she'd heard of never seemed to learn from their mistakes or modify their behavior in the face of changing circumstances. She'd have noticed how Mike's old downstairs neighbors pounded on the ceiling as if that's all they existed to do. This odd obsessive behavior that makes people act like ceiling-pounding machines would remind her of the work of an author who's reduced to creating stereotypes instead of fully rounded individuals. |
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| And we're not too nice to notice when white wine stinks and we're misquoted. |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|01:46 am] |
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| | "Don't Drink Poison," Le Tigre | ] |
I think like one other person in the world will care about this fanfic at all. I like the 60's spy show with a huge fandom, but I like the 60's spy show with no apparent fandom a little bit better.
We went to the Bird tonight to celebrate my friend Mike's last day in Mt. Pleasant. He's going to teach English in South Korea. Another one of my friends is probably going away in a couple of weeks. The FC is splitting up and soon there will be none left. :(
Sammi came and flirted with everybody, including some really old guy in a Detroit Tigers shirt. Seth came, and wore a skinny black tie and spent a large part of the evening drawing little things on a notebook I had.
It was also my brother's birthday. I called him, but he did not answer. I hope he is having a good birthday. Last I heard, he was driving an 18-wheeler and practicing in his band and planning to open up a vegetarian restaurant with a porn star.
What the fuck else? IDK. Earlier this week, we went to see WALL-E, an animated love story about two lesbian robots, and The Dark Knight, with Patrick Bateman as Batman, Aaron Eckhart as A GUY WITH A BURNED-UP FUCKING FACE, and The Joker as The Joker. Also, with Not Katie Holmes as Dead Love Interest. No, seriously, it was fucking good, but pretty much everyone on the Internet who's seen it says it's fucking good anyway, and if they don't then they're either lying or huge philistines, so I feel I don't need to repeat what's already out there.
We also hung out at an antique store and bought a big huge stack of old Playboys. Then we all sat around the apartment reading them like the most classy of classy people. Srsly, there are interviews. Lots of interesting, thoughtful interviews, and they're long as fuck and very satisfying. There's one with everybody who was working for Saturday Night Live at the time. And one with Anita Bryant that gets crazy half a page in and just keeps going from there. And the letter pages are obsessed with vibrators. And there are stories by Philip K. Dick and Robert Sheckley and Kurt Vonnegut and Jorge Luis Borges.
ETA: I've just looked at my last few entries, and I've had some form of "recently imbibed alcohol" for a number of the moods. The thing is not that I'm drunk all the time, it's that mostly when I'm slightly tipsy is when I feel like updating Livejournal. This doesn't make for very thoughtful entries. However, in just 7 more entries I will get to 1,000, which is something I've been anticipating for a ridiculously long time. |
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| Of course i'm on vacation then, but... |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
Any of my Ravelry buddies doing Ravelympics? |
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| Why aren't there more ballet-dream sequences starring Jacques d'Amboise in my daily life??? |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|06:48 pm] |
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This week in Gennie's private dress lust, I offer you this. Really much of it is about my yen to live much of my life like an MGM musical in terms of the technicolor look of things. That and well-choreographed spontaneous dancing/singing numbers involving Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly. I am not adverse to ones involving Bob Fosse either. Just so the world knows. It is important to have everyone know where I stand on such things. Now excuse me, I need to go dance on the walls and ceiling and then I just might go and do a whole number on roller-skates. Because I can. |
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| Everyone's doing it so why not me? |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
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Give me fandoms! And I will fill this form out for that fandom.
One True Pairing Ship:
Canon Ship:
"If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship:
"You are one sick bastard" Ship:
"I dabble a little" Ship:
"It's like a car crash" Ship:
"Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship:
"Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship:
"Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship:
"When all is said and done" Ship: |
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| Sarcasm! That's original! |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|10:28 pm] |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|08:51 pm] |
I had this dream that Michigan banned the sale of alcohol products. Alcohol was legal to own, distill, or drink, you just couldn't buy or sell it within state lines.
Most of the grocery stories and party stores just stopped selling it, or sold "non-alcoholic" beer or wine, or had some sort of arcane subscription service. But the Bottle & Barrel down the street adopted another strategy. They started selling fabric swatches, all different kinds, and giving away bottles of alcohol and cans of beer free with each swatch, depending on price. They even had a little chart up on the wall showing what kind of alcohol you got with each kind of fabric. Silks tended to be vodka, cotton was rum, wool blends were whiskey or scotch, and beer and wine were patterned polyester or lengths of yarn. I think they were selling paper samples for alcopops, like Mike's Hard Lemonade.
Coincidentally, we're going to the bar tonight for a friend's going-away party. \o/ |
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| X-FILES!!!!! |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
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Way back when I was a wee budding geekling, I encountered the X-Files. My father enjoyed it, and convinced me to give it a chance. I was introduced to the show with The Blessing Way, the first episode of the third season and, arguably, the worst possible starting point for a newcomer. I had no idea what the heck was going on.
But I was hooked. I couldn't stop watching. I got online occasionally, at the library over incredibly slow dialup, and discovered the fandom. I found out the proper term for what I was -- a YXP, or Young X-Phile, and was teased mercilessly at school for considering this an honourable title. I saved up my allowance and bought the books and comics -- I still have every issue of the series except a first edition of #1 (I have a reprint); I've even got -1, -2 and 1/2. I discovered science fiction conventions, and my father was good enough to take me to a local one. I ended up attending the first, second and third annual Atlantic Science Fiction Conventions. To the best of my knowledge, there were never more than these three.
I made friends with the people at the local comic shop. The owner's mother painted me a picture of Mulder and Scully, though we never met.
So you must understand the mindset I had when I entered the theatre a few hours ago, with four X-Files pins on my shirt (one that I got at the premier of Fight the Future) and a copy of Scully's badge that I picked up at a convention last millennium.
( And I don't think I'll be able to avoid spoilers, now. ) |
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| consumerism and inane details |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|01:18 pm] |
Geekiest Celebrity turf war. This makes any West coast/East coast rap battle seem like amateur hour.
I am making the usual grocery list and I am attempting to plan dinners for the next week or so. Sometimes it involves pulling out many cook books and cooking magazines I keep on hand and I will place slips of paper in certain pages and keep them in mind and then when I assemble ideas of what to make I will go through and see what is doable that week. Some of it is partly based on what the weather is forecast to be in the following week. It would be foolish to plan a week of roasts and risotto if it is going to be hot as a crotch -as we like to say at Chez Anglo-America. There is nothing more unpleasant sometimes than standing over a pot stirring risotto for a long time when it is 90 degrees out. And of course there are various things I keep on hand for when I change my mind at the last minute and dinner plans are changed. Plus I have a habit of finding something interesting at the market and so it throws things around even more. But there is a frame-work of organization. Really. Sort of.
I need a sep. freezer I think. I tend to store and hoard. I am running out of space.
I bought a bathing suit yesterday. I used to have two (both were bought "on holiday" and they weren't things I favored) I ended up giving one to my Sister as it fit her better. The other is a bit too big now and I never liked it all that much to begin with. Plus it had those awful "soft cups" which are useless as anything if you are larger than a B cup. I think many women know what I am talking about. The sort of thing that gives you a case of uniboob. Come to think of it, most soft cupped bathing suits would give A cup women uniboobs. And it is never comfortable and things sort of slide around or feel mooshed. It was a tankini and I hated the bottoms on them. And the color was a very conservative black waffle print. (the sort of thing you buy and think, "oh well... slightly slimming, won't draw attention blah blah sensible sauce." Plus I think it was a rushed purchase. I bought it in Whistler in the middle of Winter. I wanted to use the pool but I think I forgot or lacked a suit and "oh hey here is one, it sort of fits and the exchange rate is mighty good." (which it was at the time. Now it is the turn of Canadians to go on shopping sprees and say, "ooooh appealing exchange rate. Must. Buy.")
I will keep the less than inspiring suit around. Maybe it will be useful if I am ever pregnant again. Though the reality will be that should I try it on I will say, "God I hate this thing. Why did I put it on. Uniboob all over again. Feck it."
This is a two piece but the bottom is a solid-color coral pink color with a sort of skirt. Because quite honestly I just don't feel like completely sharing my thunder thighs with the entire world. It is not too old lady bathing suit skirt-ish but more... "Look I am living out my Esther Williams fantasy" skirt. And the top has an underwire!!! And other parts are adjustable for comfort, fit and attractiveness. The top has a pattern with coral pinks and red (sounds a bit clashy but it will work.) So no dull sensible colors. It is all about flash and again it is all about the Esther Williams fantasy. By the way -if you ever get a chance to, read her tell-all memoir. It is so dishy. |
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| I'm Special, Thanks For Asking |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|03:37 pm] |
Something I "love"*: Nice Middleclass Straight People saying that the fight for equal rights is over:
But here is where I get stuck, and where I’m not overly fond of organizational diversity programs, or for that matter the actions of some human rights commissions. I do not believe a group (or person) can argue being special – and therefore requires special treatment – and in the same breath ask to be treated like everyone else. You can’t have it both ways.
Ways That I Would Like Queer People To Be Treated Like Everyone Else, a list, by jo:
1. I would like queer people to be allowed to give blood and donate organs with exactly the same testing done on their blood and organs as everyone else's.
2. I would like queer people who want to adopt children to be allowed to adopt children with the same rights and responsibilities as straight parents. I would also like queer people to be allowed to be foster parents, with the same rights and responsibilities as straight foster parents.
3. I would like queer people to be able to come out as queer in professional sports without fear of physical violence or having their gender called into question. If I can stand up and say "I'm dating a boy" without anyone on my team batting an eye, they should be able to take "I'm dating a girl" just as well.
4. I would like queer people to never have to worry about being fired or deal with any backlash at work because of people finding out they're queer.
Ms Marwah, queer people are not demanding special treatment. They're asking to be treated like everyone else - to be able to express their sexuality, to be able to see advertisements and movies and television shows that include them without it being a Very Special Message, to be allowed to form families, to not be disprorpotionately homeless, to not fear going to the police because they don't gender-conform, to be able to go to the bathroom safely, to not have their ability to be a parent questioned because of their "lifestyle", to be judged as representing themselves instead of representing every queer person ever.
Kinda, you know, exactly like straight people are.
* For certain definitions of "love" |
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| And Now For Something Completely Different |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|11:07 am] |
Remember the XKCD with the "I love the whole world!"?
A bunch of someones did a live-action version of it!
( vid behind cut )
Hee! |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|08:53 am] |
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| quasi-religious stream of consciousness post |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|02:25 am] |
If sin is anything that separates us from God, well, I'm pretty sure so many things separate us that there must be sins heaped on sins. And we can't possibly fix all of them. Which I suppose is where faith comes in. I mean, honestly, we get separated a lot of the time just by living, by having to do everyday mundane things like shop for milk and pay attention to the traffic and the amount of money left in the bank account. Can we really pray as continually as we breathe? I don't know. But half the time I think I'd forget to breathe, because I forget to pray pretty regularly, and it takes me a while to notice I'm out of breath and need to slow down.
I was saved for a special purpose, wasn't I? Help me find what that purpose is. It keeps changing, I think. It may be a little different each day.
I keep forgetting I shouldn't count on someone else to fix things for me. Difficulties loom a lot larger in my legend than in anybody else's. To everybody else's eyes, everything is fine. And that's okay. That's not how it's meant to be.
Maybe that's why it all happened, so I'd learn to never forget that I was different. So it would be impossible for me to forget. All leading up to the time when I was finally big and strong enough and finally knew enough to turn the different-ness into something worthwhile.
I walk a fine line in saying that not everything happens for a reason but that a lot of stuff does, but I think I'm still on the right side of the line here. Anyway, it's my life, so that's up to me to decide. |
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| Elly : Failed Caretaker |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|12:25 am] |
One of the things that howtheduck has noticed that Lynn's attempts to make the Pattersons look better fail to do so. Instead, the Patterson whose reputation Lynn tries to salvage looks worse. As we all know, her attempt to prove that Anthony was the injured party in his marriage turned his wife into a folk-hero and her sequence with Mike and his children six months ago only proved that he was a worse failure as a father than we'd thought. Where the Pattersons really shine as horrible people, of course, is how they interact with Jim. We've seen that Mike and Liz only appear when they want something. This is bad enough but who really fails as a person is Elly. We've seen her stand there looking at Jim with an oddly-detached look on her face as if his and Iris's needs had nothing to do with her. Now, we're going to see that she's, as anna_bat_sarah said, far too immature to be trusted with his care because she seems to regard her duties as "sitting down and supervising the nurses", "acting as if Jim were a naughty child" and "spouting nonsense about how she understands what he's going through when she doesn't have a clue". This will provide us with more examples of Pattersons Behaving Awfully. It will also make his usual dimwit caregiver look good. |
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| I want the next comic hero to have a fridge land on him |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|11:50 pm] |
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In what is, I'm sure, a shocking turn of events I ddn't like The Dark Knight Can't Act or whatever they called that movie that Heath Ledger was incredibly good in and everyone else just showed up.
Mr Ledger was amazing and awesome, hands down. Creepy, terrifying, monstrous, scary, I am going to have trouble sleeping tonight. He steals the show from everyone else. I can buy in a heartbeat that his Joker could pull all that stuff off. He's outstanding.
(I wanted to walk out very early on because I wasn't really able to deal with the level of violence very well. Someone always tells me that it's all implied. Please don't. I know that. It doesn't matter, the implied violence is enough for me. I hid under my coat and at key points put my fingers in my ears. I stuck it out because I am stubborn.)
( spoilers )
Apparently yes. That's what they teach them in film school. No really - go read it. The author went to film school, and they really do teach them not to write scenes with women talking to each other in them.
And that's really all there is to say, I guess. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:58 pm] |
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Off to Falcon Ridge tomorrow! Lots of food prepared (Sarah and I have been cooking for the past sixty five million days), clothes/raingear packed, fingers crossed for good weather... it should be good. And in the case of torrential rain, a perfectly sound(ish) 100+ year old cottage in the woods to retreat to. Nah, I'll never be a camping folkie, not unless I absolutely have to. But sadly, our barley salad is not as amazing as we had hoped. The "recipe" is from Uncle Georg, but it's really more along the lines of a rough list of what could be included - not to mention the fact that I think that Georg's barley and the barley we used is a wee bit different. Either way! We've got other tasty foodstuffs, and our blanket is a sharing blanket, so...
(I think I've gotten myself addicted to Project Runway again. It's always either this, or America's Next Top Model... I've a feeling that PR is just slightly less trashy. Plus, Tim Gunn. All in all, not a terrible way for me to spend my Wednesday nights!) |
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