Times like these I am so regretful I didn't make Laurie post taking Veidt's leg to the stomach, because that is how I feel right now.

Jesus Christ, the home computer is fucked. Windows Explorer won't work. Sometimes IE pops up every two minutes. Facebook won't work. Gmail chat won't work. Most webpages are slow. And my computer-fu is not so good but with Mom's only other options seem to be putting up with it or talking to my grandfather, who thinks the answer to every computer problem is either "defragment it" or "you didn't defragment it enough, so buy a new one."

[rocks back and forth in a ball on the floor] Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ...
quietprofanity: (Rin - Witch Ogre Cow)
( Dec. 21st, 2008 04:17 pm)
[Mom decides to call me while watching Spider-Man 3, which she has not seen]

Mom: Blah blah blah ...

Me: Blah blah blah ...

Mom: [scream]

Me: What? What happened?

Mom: Where did the beam come from?

Me: The what?

Mom: Oh my God! What's happening?

Me: Oh, the movie ... Oh! You're talking about the crane!

Mom: Oh ... so the villain is The Crane?

Me: What? Mom, no. There's no villain named the crane. It's just a malfunction.

Mom: All these people are in trouble! It's like 9/11 or something ...

Me: Errr ...

Mom: Oh, this blonde ... she's toast. And then there's this guy just taking pictures! [sarcastic] That's very sensitive. Oh ... that's Topher Grace. So he's the bad guy, right?

Me: Yeah ...

(I should really visit her more often.)
I think feminism is like any other political issue: you can be a hawk or a dove about it.

I ... don't know into which category I fall. I think in years past I would have described myself as a dove. I used to think you really could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, that an argument for feminism that acquiesced to the concerns of men would be inherently better, that if you just explained yourself well enough people would listen. I thought that I could be the "good" feminist and automatically change people's minds by showing myself to be good.

I don't think that way anymore. I think working from the mindset that you have to prove yourself a "good" feminist and people will listen to you has hurt me in some ways. I think some of my old friends from college treated my beliefs on this subject as an, "Aw, that's cute" manner. Like they tolerated me when it came to them because I was nice otherwise. It didn't matter. When I disagreed with them, they were still willing to throw them in my face as a negative. An ex-friend did it to great effect when we had our split, too.

So I don't know if I can be "Feminist by example" all the time. I'm a bit of a wuss, anyway. I'd like feminism to look out for all women, including cowards like me. And lately, things have been making me mad. I notice a lot more things than I used to, and what I'm willing to dismiss has grown shorter, although I'm always trying to check myself and look at it from all angles.

I feel like a hawk lately, though. When I went home for Thanksgiving a few days ago, my brother and I got into a fight about fucking Katy Perry of all things. And I just felt BAD about it afterward, and a little nasty. Then my brother played this song about a guy raping a woman and then killing her and burying her in the back of the yard I went to his girlfriend and was like, "Hey, would you listen to a song about a girl who hacks off a guy's penis and feeds it to him?" She said yes, but my brother called me petty and full of negative energy. And of course later I go home and think about that stupid song for days and then I'm like, "Well, murder ballads have a long history in music/You're making excuses/Why the fuck would anyone write a song like that?"

Like I said, I don't like fighting. I'm a wuss. And it's exhausting.

But I can't stop, you know? I see all these double standards everywhere and in response the rest of the world tells me I'm being TOO SENSITIVE and I tried to be the good person and it didn't work and I'm like RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGH!!!

On the other hand, there's parts of the feminist community I don't really like. Anger doesn't come into it, although I don't like how sometimes the idea that you can have (often justified) anger and that a lot of people who disagree with that anger can be asshats = "Let us automatically twist the arm of anyone who disagrees!" I just hate that sort of crap. And the type of feminism that offers simplistic solutions that often only apply to one type of woman. (Hallo Feministing!)

I don't want to snap at everyone; it's not in my nature. Although that's not true. I've said some nasty things about some women in the feminist comics community. (Although looking back, I don't always feel bad. OK, this one time I think I overreacted to my disagreement with Karen Healey, but the other two I was still right about.)

So maybe I'm just in the great middle like everyone and I have to deal with it.

I guess that works.

I bet Ragnell thinks this post is stupid. Oh well, I'll try to be more insightful next time. I'm hungry and trying to tell myself to go to the gym.
So, my little girl cousins like Twilight. This doesn't surprise me.

But, apparently one of my aunts gave Twilight to my Nana (step-grandmother) and said, "Can you read this and see if it's appropriate?"

And she read it, and then she gave it to Pop (paternal grandfather).


My grandfather LOVES Twilight.

My hardcore sci-fi-loving, Isaac-Asimov-is-the-greatest-writer-ever, Ursula-K.-LeGuin-isn't-real-sci-fi grandfather LOVES Twilight.

I didn't know how to react to this.

So I let him borrow my copies of Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton, Bitten by Kelley Armstrong and The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett. He seemed really glad to have them.

But ... just ... wow, dude.
My mom kinda-sorta just left after visiting me today. The visit wasn't incredibly exciting. She decided she wanted to accompany me on my errands. So we went out for breakfast/lunch and also went grocery shopping and did my laundry. (We also took a nap. Heh.) Anyway, I did enjoy seeing her, so I'm glad.

I saw something at the grocery store that kind of pissed me off, though. Coca-cola now has this on their boxes:

Who knew soft drinks could be hydrating?
It’s true. All beverages hydrate, including soft drinks. So if you are looking for hydration, but want the delicious and refreshing taste you get from Coca-Cola, don’t compromise — go for it! You’ll be hydrating your body with each and every sip.

We offer over 80 ways to hydrate, energize, nourish, relax or enjoy every drop of life. For more information on the benefits of hydration, go to: hydration.thecoca-colacompany.com

Grrrr ... I would explain why that is such big loads of turd, but this guy does it better.

Now, I don't drink soda anymore, I haven't for about half a year now. But I will admit I do indulge in drinks that may be thirst-quenchers but not very good for the body (tea, alcohol ... whether juice is healthy or not seems to change depending on who you talk to). But for a soda company to go and claim that they're healthy because they "hydrate" is just ... ACK! No.

This just smacks of such stupid greed. And it pisses me off because Coke and Pepsi are such notorious money wasters when it comes to advertising. And, like Lewis Black said, it's a waste because pretty much everyone has drunk enough of both of their products to piss it for a week. These fuckers get money by sponsoring schools. They advertise their bullshit in front of every movie to the point where they're one of the major reasons I don't go to theaters anymore. Do they really need more money by trying to pass off their product as healthy? What? Was all that so-called-diet bullshit not working out for them?

Ugh. I just hate them by this point. I hate that stupid, fucking, makes-me-sick candy-in-a-can and I hate the goddamn greed of that company and how they've become so pervasive and AARGH.

Maybe this makes me very white. I still just wish they would lay off. :(
Instead of a review, I'm going to repost here the inscription I wrote inside a fresh copy I bought for my brother.

Read more... )
quietprofanity: (Konata - Twincest)
( Feb. 25th, 2008 10:16 pm)
I had some issues earlier today, but I feel a bit better now. Friday and Monday were really sucky days at work. I just hope everything isn't going to crap out on me.

Oh well. The weekend was good.

My weekend )

We also had a nice little get together with the family. There were bagels and lox. Yum yum. We got to go around the lake and see the ducks and geese. Quack quack. :-P

I think I actually might try to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Let's see how this works. At least I don't feel awful-ass sick like I did anymore.
So I went to see Becoming Jane. Oh. My. God. It was SO BORING. If your movie can't even distract me from my own problems for two fucking hours, your movie sucks.

Things I did like about it included:
1.) Language used - actually sounded like an Austen novel
2.) When she met Anne Radcliffe
3.) Cassandra's heartbreak
4.) Seeing the country dancing ... I actually did some of that on an assignment, and it's really fun

The rest? Snooooze. Hated slow plodding scenes of nearly-nothing. Hated how books were rarely talked about. Hated most of all last scene, in which EVERYONE knows who Jane Austen is despite her wanting to remain anonymous.

The theater experience was ... interesting. I went to a theater up near the Brandywine district (which I think is the most beautiful area of Delaware, unless Sussex County is somehow hiding a rainforest). First of all, it's fucking huge ... you have to take two escalators to get to the screens. I thought the hugeness would mean it had cool stuff at the concession stand, like wrap sandwiches. (Yes, I've seen this before.) But alas ... just a hot dog. Maybe that's why I didn't like the movie, too. I was cranky. And very cold.

But, while I'm on the subject, I really liked Sense and Sensibility - both the book, and the Ang Lee movie, which I watched with [livejournal.com profile] cyberweasel (and he liked it, too!). Yay actual Austen, boo pastiche Austen.

And ... just in case this LJ entry was too girly for you guys, here's a link to my brother:
He's the announcer, not the jumper You can also watch his band playing but ... after listening to two minutes of rumbling while they set up and then barely hearing the song I kind of got bored.

By the way, I do like my brother. I think he's very funny (a hell of a lot funnier than me) and an overall nice guy. This all just somehow does not translate AT ALL to his appearances on the Internet.
quietprofanity: (Sabra - Pissed (or Jewish))
( Jul. 28th, 2007 10:48 am)
First, I want to heartily congratulate [livejournal.com profile] kannaophelia on her leave to remain and [livejournal.com profile] kannaophelia and [livejournal.com profile] gibbon_plinth's new flat. I was a little worried for you both, and am glad to see everything is turning out okay.

I'm waiting for an aunt, uncle and two cousins to stop by to make breakfast at my apartment ... this should be interesting.

I'm ... getting near done with Harry Potter. I'm on page 600 or so ... I took a break last night to read part of the Tanakh. I read all of the Book of Joshua yesterday. My Grandfather said theorists believe Joshua was written by the same person who put together most of the Torah ... but I can see why Joshua isn't actually part of the Torah because there aren't any laws in it.

As for reading Joshua, the first part is fun, what with the wall of Jericho coming down and the battles (although that gets tedious and kind of disturbing after awhile). Then at the end it gets into "And this tribe got this amount of land from here to here to here to here to here to here to here [Footnote: The Dead Sea Scrolls also say the tribe got land from here to here to here to here] from here to here to here to here" Repeat 13 times. Also, there's two times when the text says Joshua is old and right after God says, "Joshua, you are old." Oh God, such a nice guy ...

I hope my flippancy doesn't upset people. It's weird, because it seems like some people have this idea that the Bible brings happy thoughts and sparkly kisses and I sometimes read it and am like, "Man, there's a lot of insane and rough stuff in here." Some people would chalk that up to "Old Testament = Vengeful". But no, I don't think that's it. And I can't say that it doesn't bring any spiritual sort of comfort to me, because that's not true. Maybe I like being forced to think my way through things.

Or I don't know. Hard to put into words. I guess what I'm saying is that just because some of it weirds me out doesn't mean I'm throwing it out. Faith is weird, I guess.

ETA: Why do the Jehovah's Witnesses always come when I'm expecting someone else? Sheesh, they're sneaky.
... but they may have very, very embarrassing taste in music.

What I've been listening to tonight and dancing around to without the aid of a DDR machine ... very scary

This is what I used to hear as a child ... My Dad used to dance around and sing it. And this doesn't even have the really, really "I am catering to my bathhouse crowd" verse in which the Divine Miss M's male back up singers come in ...

And I was surprised when he told me.

Oddly enough, my Dad hates all the stereotypical for-gay-males divas such as Barbara Streisand and Judy Garland -- he thinks they genuinely suck.

Still, my dad lived The Queer as Folk life for awhile. Thus, I've listened to a lot of songs like "New York City Boy" and "You Think You're a Man" and a song with verses such as "Strip for me, babe/Strip for you .../Strip for me, 'cuz I want you to ..." (This was AFTER -- don't think that was my lullaby or anything). This was really bizarre when I was in my formative years and kind of painful for my brother.

Mark: "So, we're in the car ... and William [my Dad's partner] turns on this song ... and it starts out, 'On the first day, God created the earth. On the second day, God created man. And then ... he commanded them to DANCE.' And then there's this techno beat throughout the whole thing ... and then every once in awhile he says, 'Why are you so QUIET?'" *
Dad: "Yeaaaah ... it was kind of a bad song ... I didn't like it either. But he JUST BOUGHT the album and I didn't want to make him feel bad."

Still ... in my heart of hearts ... I kind of like those songs. Now he's gotten into comfortable post-midlife crisis "I'm now with a man and happy and have no need to pull myself into leather pants" days and so he plays Dido. On our ski trip to Vermont, they played Dido non-stop, five hours up and five hours back to the point where I, like Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven" and Evanescence's "My Immortal" cannot listen to the song (ETA: Doh! Forgot to mention the name: "White Flag") without getting extremely, irrationally pissed off. I was so angry when I realized that movie Evening put it on the soundtrack. [whines] Come back, leather wantons! Save me from the easy listening!

[turns on the mp3 again] Ahhh, that's better. :-) "This is my story, I ain't ashamed to tell it ..." :-)

* Not that he really has room to talk, as he just wrote a song with the lyrics "THEY. ARE. AT THE DOOR. TRY. ING. TO EAT ME. THIS. IS. MY LAST STAND." And those were just the understandable ones ... the rest was unintelligible growling. I liked a lot of the video, though. It starred his friend who mumbles a lot about manga/Neil Gaiman/video games/the Kushiel's Legacy trilogy to me and prefaces every sentence with "DUDE!" as the first zombie. If they ever post it on YouTube, I'll post it here.


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