this is fun.
Friday, November 17, 2000
from the White Wolf Vampire: the Masquerade forum,
someone mentioned that Dr. Suess should have written the Constitution:
Preamble
A perfect Union people seek,
to get some Justice and some sleep,
provide for defense, Welfare too,
secure the Blessings for every Who.
someone mentioned that Dr. Suess should have written the Constitution:
Preamble
A perfect Union people seek,
to get some Justice and some sleep,
provide for defense, Welfare too,
secure the Blessings for every Who.
i think Comedy Central should file a lawsuit against ABC News. after the election, ABC began calling the hullabaloo in Florida "Indecision 2000". Comedy Central has been calling it that since campaigning began, and it's something of a trademark. ABC thought they were being clever.
but they've changed it now. maybe Comedy Central's attorneys sent a strongly worded letter to ABC. whatever the reason, they're now calling it "A Nation Waits 2000." it's not as clever as stealing someone's trademark, but hey, they had short notice.
but really, is the nation waiting? does anyone really care about all this? are we sitting at home wondering, worrying, and anticipating? nope. whether it's voter apathy, cultural apathy, or just that people don't realize the historocity and potential consequences of all this, noone cares. go home. leave us alone.
but they've changed it now. maybe Comedy Central's attorneys sent a strongly worded letter to ABC. whatever the reason, they're now calling it "A Nation Waits 2000." it's not as clever as stealing someone's trademark, but hey, they had short notice.
but really, is the nation waiting? does anyone really care about all this? are we sitting at home wondering, worrying, and anticipating? nope. whether it's voter apathy, cultural apathy, or just that people don't realize the historocity and potential consequences of all this, noone cares. go home. leave us alone.
Thursday, November 16, 2000
geez... next time i want to rant about something like that, i'll post it somewhere else and just link to it.
Tuesday night, after Buffy and Angel, Mikey and i started talking, not paying attention to what was on the tv, when i suddenly realized that it was 7th Heaven. i've already said before that the show sucks, and that it just generally pisses me off, so i started ranting to Mikey about it. he'd never seen it, so we started watching it. here's it is:
the Elder Son did something to help out a schoolmate and was rewarded with a joint. at least that's what i think happened. i'm a little fuzzy on it. the only thing i'm sure about is that his buddy gave him a joint. for some reason, the son took it home where he promptly lost the joint at the front door. later, mom (Dr. Gillian Taylor) finds it and puts it in her top dresser drawer. don't ask me why.
Middle Daughter decides she needs a scarf for her outfit, but where to find one...? you guessed it. Dr. Taylor's top dresser drawer! so she goes and tells older sister that she found a joint in mom's drawer. now, they think mom's a pothead, which probably isn't far from the truth anyway.
that evening, mom tells dad that she found the joint. dad's pissed. he confronts the kids. the kids say "it's mom's!" she says she found it. finally, Elder Son says he brought it home. dad freaks. dad yells. dad jumps to conclusions. dad insults Elder Son with a personal attack. dad judges Elder Son without even bothering to get the facts or Elder Son's side of the story. dad is a preacher. dad is not a good reflection on Christians. Younger Son is upset that his hero, Elder Son, is a pothead. he runs from the room. boo hoo hoo. Elder Son runs from the house. boo hoo hoo.
mom and dad discuss in oh-so-melodramatic terms. they try to be someones the kids can trust (well demonstrated by the way they jumped all over Elder Son just minutes before). they talked to their kids about Drugs (probably true, but i think they should try saying something other than, 'Pass me the blunt', or 'Lay out a couple of lines'). they just can't believe this is happening in their house (yet, they were so quick to believe it about Elder Son). they're worried.
they decide to leave the house. but do they go searching for Elder Son, whom they claim to be so worried about? nope. they go to church. but, suprise!, Elder Son is there too, crying and praying. apparently, everyone in that family has a key to the church. mom and dad listen, and hear Elder Son tell God that he swears he's never smoked pot and that it was stupid for him to bring the joint home. at no time does he say that he would never, or that he didn't intend to smoke that joint. just that he hadn't yet smoked.
but that's enough for mom and dad. they reveal themselves. they hug. cut to gratuitous shot of a tear streaking down dad's face, complete with pained, guilty expression. they hug again. Elder Son is crying. dad is crying. mom is not. apparently, she's not too impressed with any of this. they all turn to leave, and dad says "We're gonna be ok."
that pissed me off. after everything they'd just done to their Elder Son, everything goes back to normal just because dad cried. please! he didn't even fucking apologize! he'd insulted his son! he'd said to him "Is that why you can keep a job?" like Elder Son would just forget that! dad had just revealed how disappointed he is about the job thing, and he said something really hurtful. is Elder Son going to trust him again? apparently so. that's how things work in that family. i wish my family could have always resolved big emotionally hurtful things in under an hour.
i really hate that show.
the Elder Son did something to help out a schoolmate and was rewarded with a joint. at least that's what i think happened. i'm a little fuzzy on it. the only thing i'm sure about is that his buddy gave him a joint. for some reason, the son took it home where he promptly lost the joint at the front door. later, mom (Dr. Gillian Taylor) finds it and puts it in her top dresser drawer. don't ask me why.
Middle Daughter decides she needs a scarf for her outfit, but where to find one...? you guessed it. Dr. Taylor's top dresser drawer! so she goes and tells older sister that she found a joint in mom's drawer. now, they think mom's a pothead, which probably isn't far from the truth anyway.
that evening, mom tells dad that she found the joint. dad's pissed. he confronts the kids. the kids say "it's mom's!" she says she found it. finally, Elder Son says he brought it home. dad freaks. dad yells. dad jumps to conclusions. dad insults Elder Son with a personal attack. dad judges Elder Son without even bothering to get the facts or Elder Son's side of the story. dad is a preacher. dad is not a good reflection on Christians. Younger Son is upset that his hero, Elder Son, is a pothead. he runs from the room. boo hoo hoo. Elder Son runs from the house. boo hoo hoo.
mom and dad discuss in oh-so-melodramatic terms. they try to be someones the kids can trust (well demonstrated by the way they jumped all over Elder Son just minutes before). they talked to their kids about Drugs (probably true, but i think they should try saying something other than, 'Pass me the blunt', or 'Lay out a couple of lines'). they just can't believe this is happening in their house (yet, they were so quick to believe it about Elder Son). they're worried.
they decide to leave the house. but do they go searching for Elder Son, whom they claim to be so worried about? nope. they go to church. but, suprise!, Elder Son is there too, crying and praying. apparently, everyone in that family has a key to the church. mom and dad listen, and hear Elder Son tell God that he swears he's never smoked pot and that it was stupid for him to bring the joint home. at no time does he say that he would never, or that he didn't intend to smoke that joint. just that he hadn't yet smoked.
but that's enough for mom and dad. they reveal themselves. they hug. cut to gratuitous shot of a tear streaking down dad's face, complete with pained, guilty expression. they hug again. Elder Son is crying. dad is crying. mom is not. apparently, she's not too impressed with any of this. they all turn to leave, and dad says "We're gonna be ok."
that pissed me off. after everything they'd just done to their Elder Son, everything goes back to normal just because dad cried. please! he didn't even fucking apologize! he'd insulted his son! he'd said to him "Is that why you can keep a job?" like Elder Son would just forget that! dad had just revealed how disappointed he is about the job thing, and he said something really hurtful. is Elder Son going to trust him again? apparently so. that's how things work in that family. i wish my family could have always resolved big emotionally hurtful things in under an hour.
i really hate that show.
Wednesday, November 15, 2000
i do the same thing, only, my co-workers don't come back to my corner much at all. i just end up wearing the headphones without music because i'm too lazy to play something when a CD has ended.
i had a nightmare last night. it's one that i've had before several times, but last night's was worse than normal.
in the dream, i'm always somehow present at the investigation of a murder, often as an investigater with the police. last night, i was a reporter for a newspaper, and just happened to arrive at the scene before the police. every adult in the town was dead, but there was no trace of any children.
usually, i stumble upon something rather out of place... a carnival or circus. within one of the tents, all of the towns children are being held in thrall by a supernaturally evil clown. through the rest of the dream, i investigate the circus, discover the clowns weakness, and free the children. several are killed along the way, more dead adults are found, the clown is fucking scarey... it's a nightmare. but i prevail.
last night, in the dream, i knew that i was in a dream, and that i had dreamed it before many times. i already knew where to find the children and how to free them, so i cut out all the investigation and went straightaway to free the children. the clown didn't like that. he physically attacked me himself, which he's never done before. he chased me through the town, to where the police were still investigating. he killed them all, in gruesome, horrible ways. he continued chasing me, wounding me, and scaring the hell out of me. he began killing the children. he nearly killed me. then i woke up.
i couldn't sleep for a while afterwards, then i didn't sleep well once i got back to sleep.
i went to run errands at lunch. at 61st and Yale, there was a clown standing on the corner, holding a sign. he didn't look like the one from my dream but he still freaked me out. i hate clowns.
in the dream, i'm always somehow present at the investigation of a murder, often as an investigater with the police. last night, i was a reporter for a newspaper, and just happened to arrive at the scene before the police. every adult in the town was dead, but there was no trace of any children.
usually, i stumble upon something rather out of place... a carnival or circus. within one of the tents, all of the towns children are being held in thrall by a supernaturally evil clown. through the rest of the dream, i investigate the circus, discover the clowns weakness, and free the children. several are killed along the way, more dead adults are found, the clown is fucking scarey... it's a nightmare. but i prevail.
last night, in the dream, i knew that i was in a dream, and that i had dreamed it before many times. i already knew where to find the children and how to free them, so i cut out all the investigation and went straightaway to free the children. the clown didn't like that. he physically attacked me himself, which he's never done before. he chased me through the town, to where the police were still investigating. he killed them all, in gruesome, horrible ways. he continued chasing me, wounding me, and scaring the hell out of me. he began killing the children. he nearly killed me. then i woke up.
i couldn't sleep for a while afterwards, then i didn't sleep well once i got back to sleep.
i went to run errands at lunch. at 61st and Yale, there was a clown standing on the corner, holding a sign. he didn't look like the one from my dream but he still freaked me out. i hate clowns.
Buffy was so mean last night. i don't like her anymore. she made Spike cry. Mikey says Spike should have blown her head off when he had the chance.
in the end, Spike comforted her, even though she was so mean to him. cool Spike.
Spike looks good in his Billy Idol-esque gear. and i loved the Jive Momma Slayer! she was cool! i'm thinking spin-off!
Spike should get his own spin-off too.
Spike didn't look good in this geeky-poet gear. hated the hair. and the glasses. and the poetry. but it shows that he has a sensative side. sweet.
Willow, Whats-Her-Name and Who's-His-Face all cracked me up. i liked the built in Ruffles commercial.
Angel was ok. he pissed me off. just after telling Mikey that'd i've never seen Angel smile, they cut to the past and he's all smiles and laughter.
bitch.
i think, though, the flashback thingie fell flat for Angel. it was interesting to see what had happened between him and Darla, but it was just details. there really wasn't much more there than what you could get from the statement "We were together for 150 years." in the end, it seemed unneccessary.
Mikey likes Buffy better than Angel. he thinks Angel is much too big for his tastes. he'd rather see Spike naked.
Mikey's turning into a Spike fan. i don't think i'll have any trouble getting him to come over on Tuesday nights.
in the end, Spike comforted her, even though she was so mean to him. cool Spike.
Spike looks good in his Billy Idol-esque gear. and i loved the Jive Momma Slayer! she was cool! i'm thinking spin-off!
Spike should get his own spin-off too.
Spike didn't look good in this geeky-poet gear. hated the hair. and the glasses. and the poetry. but it shows that he has a sensative side. sweet.
Willow, Whats-Her-Name and Who's-His-Face all cracked me up. i liked the built in Ruffles commercial.
Angel was ok. he pissed me off. just after telling Mikey that'd i've never seen Angel smile, they cut to the past and he's all smiles and laughter.
bitch.
i think, though, the flashback thingie fell flat for Angel. it was interesting to see what had happened between him and Darla, but it was just details. there really wasn't much more there than what you could get from the statement "We were together for 150 years." in the end, it seemed unneccessary.
Mikey likes Buffy better than Angel. he thinks Angel is much too big for his tastes. he'd rather see Spike naked.
Mikey's turning into a Spike fan. i don't think i'll have any trouble getting him to come over on Tuesday nights.
Tuesday, November 14, 2000
look! i am the pokemon called Loyu! and i know how to dress too!
Profile: You live in the oceans of South America, and your diet consists mostly of TV dinners, cows and water.
Characteristics: You can shoot slime. You have a cell phone. You can eat poison. You have a sequined jumpsuit. You can puke hot death. You can shoot wind. You can throw sand.
Natural Enemies: Drowlock.
find out who you're inner pokemon is! (link pilfered from her)
Profile: You live in the oceans of South America, and your diet consists mostly of TV dinners, cows and water.
Characteristics: You can shoot slime. You have a cell phone. You can eat poison. You have a sequined jumpsuit. You can puke hot death. You can shoot wind. You can throw sand.
Natural Enemies: Drowlock.
find out who you're inner pokemon is! (link pilfered from her)
i woke up an hour early today. go me!
i watched Roswell last night. i don't think it's something i'm gonna be able to get into, despite the cute, big-eared alien guy. the story just didn't interest me, and the special effects where a bit on the cheesey side. i guess i'm spoiled now, but i want good fx.
however, Roswell was infinitely better than 7th Heaven. talk about some cheese! i was embarrasssed for Catherine Hicks. no wonder she wanted to go to the future with Kirk. if i had a family like that, i'd go too. or get into cannibalism.
but if i did have that family, and my daughter spoke to me that way... well, i certainly wouldn't be as understanding about how stressful the little girl's homework assignment is.
i watched Roswell last night. i don't think it's something i'm gonna be able to get into, despite the cute, big-eared alien guy. the story just didn't interest me, and the special effects where a bit on the cheesey side. i guess i'm spoiled now, but i want good fx.
however, Roswell was infinitely better than 7th Heaven. talk about some cheese! i was embarrasssed for Catherine Hicks. no wonder she wanted to go to the future with Kirk. if i had a family like that, i'd go too. or get into cannibalism.
but if i did have that family, and my daughter spoke to me that way... well, i certainly wouldn't be as understanding about how stressful the little girl's homework assignment is.
Monday, November 13, 2000
"Step out of the vehicle."
Aw, shit!
"I need to see your liscense please." I hand it to him.
"I stopped you for a vehicular speed violation of 85 in a 75."
Sincere suprise
Scibble, scribble. Tear. Ka-ching! $90 more dollars gone.
"Here you go. Slow it down."
"Yes, sir." grumbling under the breath
"Thank you."
Piss off.
Aw, shit!
"I need to see your liscense please." I hand it to him.
"I stopped you for a vehicular speed violation of 85 in a 75."
Sincere suprise
Scibble, scribble. Tear. Ka-ching! $90 more dollars gone.
"Here you go. Slow it down."
"Yes, sir." grumbling under the breath
"Thank you."
Piss off.