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April 10th, 2012
April 4th, 2012
01:14 pm - Introvert Oppression
One of the things I hold on to as positive about Waldorf education, despite all that is terrible, is how fervently they feel that human beings should be "balanced" as opposed to specialized. It's like how anarco-primitivists rail against economic specialization combined with a weird fetish for the idea of the Renaissance Wo/man. They classify people by temperament, and encourage teachers to work with the temperament. However, they also say that one of the things you need to be able to do in order to be a class teacher is 1)actively work to change your temperament and 2)eventually reach a point where you are balanced enough to have no easily discernible temperament.
And introversion/extroversion is one of the things that are reflected in temperament, so making yourself act more social or enjoy more solitude is one of those things they would push a teacher to do. Which Sarah mentioned on tumblr as something she has done, because she is a mostly healthy human being and miles and miles more healthy that the people on tumblr insisting that the "care of feeding of the introvert" shit is their life story. I am striving to get out more and push myself into uncomfortable social situations for personal growth. I think this is virtuous of me, or I comfort myself with a sense of my own virtuousness when I'm experiencing a flood "I hate this. I hate this. Why didn't I stay home with my cats?"
Anyway, that was all an intro to a post to explain why I signed up to be a reader at the Tenebrae. And why the Tenebrae service was just an amazing clusterfuck of things that oppress the socially awkward. I mean, let us begin with acknowledging that sitting in what is, essentially, a monk costume, on a "stage" in front of 50 people, holding both a lit candles and a fiddly piece of paper is awkward as shit and there is a risk of very embarrassing fire.
My reading assignment was a chunk from Lamentations and, since acrostics don't work across translations, it is traditionally ~optional~ to read the Hebrew alphabet letter that starts each line. I can't really handle ~optional~ anything, anyway. Nor can I handle reading words in a language I am utterly unfamiliar with in public. So I declined the option. And was fortunately secure in that decision when I noticed that Rabbi L. was sitting in the front row.
So I did my reading with little-to-no embarrassment. (I'm sure, by the way, that Rabbi L was attending as part of a good natured tradition of attending each-other's more goofball services. But I also like imagining that there is a secret rule that multiple clergy must be present whenever there is a serious risk of setting the place on fire)
The final "loud noise" was also a little awkward. Nobody ever reached consensus of what the loud noise should be. So we just knelt uncomfortably in the dark for a while until Beth solved the problem by purposefully knocking over a stack of metal folding chairs. Which is loud. But sounds nothing like an earthquake. It sounds like a pile of metal folding chairs hitting the ground.
And then I came home and discovered Megan had bought 30 quail eggs and was making variations on tea eggs with them. Ramen eggs. Curry Ramen eggs. Tea and soup eggs. I didn't even break any when cracking them. But I fear this will be a problem in a few days when we realize that peeling quail eggs is stupid and annoying.
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April 2nd, 2012
11:01 am - Internet Round-Up
Dear Dr. Lj, should I eat these mysterious berries I found growing in a ditch?. Yeah, have at it, foxface, that totally doesn't look like a damn nightshade. Shit. I'm thinking Chris McCandless only lived as long as he did because he didn't have livejournal.
This is part two of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92) mysterious_joy's meditation on blow jobs. Here's part 1, for the curious. Yeah, yeah. He's schizophrenic and he need medication. And he's also creepy. And this is also funny (in a creepy way): " IMHO, the concept [or premarital blow jobs] would make many men much gentler, they would learn how to be sweet and tame to women, I think."
This was link by the watchful-entity tumblr...and I don't know what the hell is going on. They suggested reading the entire comment thread. And I did. And I still don't know what the hell is going on. But I do like that the least bat-shit person in the conversation says, at one point, that writing fanfiction is feminist because, "I feel as though mainstream American culture tells me, in many subtle ways, that it's not appropriate for me as a woman to regard my own pleasure and my own joy as priorities. (Mainstream culture tells me that) I should be spending my time on something with redeeming qualities, I should be working in a soup kitchen, I should be folding the laundry". Yeah...Bless mainstream culture's heart.
But I don't judge. Because I decided to lay on the couch watching TV instead of going to see Amy Jill Levine speak on Thursday night. Oh well. Fortunately, Dude Priest went, and, in my imagination at least, made a sign with glitter glue and poster board saying, "AMY I <3 U" and waved it around until security escorted him out. Then he based his entire Palm Sunday sermon her lecture. Which was great. Academic fandom is the best fandom.
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March 22nd, 2012
10:53 pm - "We'll be making the stations of the cross out of legos"
This is why we un-episcopal.
James is always saying that we shouldn't romanticize the ecumenical work of Genesis partnership; that outsiders come on the big interfaith events that we host and think it's all about love and friendship and breaking down centuries of oppression and distrust when what it's really about is long tedious meetings about fixing the boiler. And I'm totally with him on this one. Now that I'm old I'm suspicious about ~inter-faith dialogue~ or ~ consciousness raising groups~ or anything that involves a lot of talking about feelings and very little doing the dishes or fixing the boiler or other real world shit.
But holy fuck, I romanticize the shit out of the partnership right now because I can't imagine what kind of hippie nonsense people would get up to if we had sole ownership of this building and could do whatever we wanted with the decor. It's like how having a roommate makes you live less like a slob and not leave your porno out in the living room. The only thing that will keep this plan to make stations of the cross out of legos from degenerating into Lady Gaga mass territory is that they have to be packed away and gone by 2pm on Good Friday.
In other news about innocent hippies oppressed by the imperial state, Megan talked to Jesse's parent's this weekend and they said he's in a minimum security prison in Ohio where he mostly plays guitar and pool. Which, y'know, it sucks that he's in prison at all, but all things considered it could have ended up way worse, considering one of his co-defendants got 20 years. Remember kids, this is a life lesson, don't let your teenage vandalism get elevated to the level of a federal offense.
My mom's outraged commentary was "What is wrong with our coutnry that George Zimmerman can shoot a black kid in cold blood, and he's out on the streets, but Jesse Waters, who just likes smoking pot and raising poultry, is in federal prison?"
She pretty much nailed Jesse's hobbies there, and I think that was a reference to the time we "borrowed" all her spatulas and used them for knife hits. As well as all the times I came over to her house with my feet covered in chicken blood. This is why we un-anarchist.
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March 20th, 2012
11:23 am - No Pets, No Alcohol, No Gardens
That was the main rule guiding the group of kids who came through Detroit one time on their way to squat Tongas National Forest in Southern Alaska, eat salmon and wait for collapse of civilization, or, as people pointed out to them, until they die of mercury poisoning, whichever comes first.
On the other hand, if this summery weather is a sign of global warming things to come, I may have to take off for the U.P. and living in a yurt with Jessika Rae by the shores of the Big Lake because I can seriously not handle this shit. It makes me cranky as fuck.
It means I've been swimming more, though, and sleeping in my mom's basement because she's equally intolerant of this weather and has turned on her air conditioning. So I spent sunday afternoon watching The Walking Dead with her and sharing our respective plans for the apocalypse.
Which leads me to: This is amazing. You need to click this link and read about the socially maladjusted white boys plan to wear a vest and weird people out and, idk, start-but-not-start fist fights in the grocery store over reproductive rights. Uh-maz-ing.
Anyway, as I was watching The Walking Dead with mother and she was laying down mostly sound zombie advice like, "they should carry like long pole axes or something", and we get to the episode where Our Heroes meet strange dudes in the bar and end up shooting them. My mom says, "They were right to shoot those guys. If I was in the zombie apocalypse I would just, as a policy, shoot any man I saw and ask questions later. Men are way more dangerous than zombies."
She's so right.
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March 13th, 2012
02:19 pm - Log-in in hell internet motherfuckers
I'm sorry, this is cracking me up Oh the great feminist rage, when your mom disapproves of your desire to buy My Little Ponies. It's like my sister is using lj as her personal Ouija board.
Also, a frenemy (or really an aquaintemy) posted this on facebook: I am taking my life back. after lifelong chronic pain from eczema, and recent chronic pain in my ankles, wrists, & forearms, I started a month and a half long cleanse. turns out i have heavy metal poisoning (due to the NYPD from their toxic protestor jails at the RNC 8 years ago) i haven't had sugar, caffeine, gluten, soy, dairy, alcohol, processed foods, for 3 weeks, and this next month am eating exclusively vegetables (almost all raw), and some fruits. on tons of herbs (its a single detox program). I feel better and better every day.
Yes Dude. You totally have toxic heavy metal poisoning from your time The Tombs. And gluten and caffeine is somehow related. This is completely legit. Way to take your life back, aquaintemy.
Speaking of gluten. I kind of sort of am trying to schedule a ~date~, but it's hampered by my schedule, the fact that she lives in Pontiac and the reality that I am a lazycrabbysexual who hates the idea of dating. She's a Seventh Day Adventist, so if I end up liking her I figure I can win her love by demonstrating my mad skills at making homemade gluten-based fake meats.
I'm trying to let my player flag fly, which is what Jesse has advised Megan to do. Jesse does give good advice, especially because he frames it as an inspiring story about how he got over it and moved on after some girl he loved broke his heart by dumping him (spoiler alert: that girl was Megan). Megan is a lot better at lettering her player flag fly than I am, because she's more awkwardsexual than lazysexual, so she ends getting hit on by swingers at Ypsi's most boring dive bar and then dies a thousand deaths of embarrassment.
Also, Megan's bummed because next week Jesse has to start his 6 months of what he's been referring to as "camp", but what normal people call "federal prison". He doesn't seem worried about it, but I don't think he knows you can't smoke at federal camp. I wonder if he'll need to do a ~cleanse~ after camp.
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March 8th, 2012
10:42 am - Things I somewhat dread.
And the week is almost over, but I have one of my brutal Saturday's where I got from one fake school thing to another. Bible study from 8am to 10am and Waldorf school from 9am-12:30pm. Did you just notice the way in which this schedule is unreasonable?
I'm also behind in my drawing homework for Waldorf school. I have to do a scene from the Ramayana, complete with a fancy border. Then I also have to do some less fancy botanical drawings of dandelions, lotus flowers and mushrooms. All in colored pencil, but I can't find my damn pencil sharpener. I also have to take a picture of the Peresephone chalk drawing I did on my parents' chalk board wall, and the only hassle to that is having to go to my parents' house to do it.
And I'm behind in my swimming because I didn't swim for almost 2 weeks when I was plague ridden, and then the pool was closed for swim meets, which I didn't know about, and then somewhat vomited in the back-up pool, which always happens to me. Ugh. Although, of course, by "behind", I mean, "behind a completely arbitrary expectation of 20-25 miles per month that I created and it's not like anyone's going to care but me". But still.
In more positive news, Megan and I went to Dance Dance Party Party at the local exercise studio. It's like a dance party who people who are crippling self-conscious and clumsy. The rules are: No Boys, No Booze and uh, some feelings-y rule about being judgmental that I would translate into No Bitchiness. They play pop music and turn off all the lights you can dance like an idiot and no one can see you. It's over at the very reasonable adult hour of 8:15.
The only down side is that we both are noticing how much our feet and ankles hurt this morning and therefore how fucking old we both must be.
And I have a message in my tumblr inbox, which I'm pretty sure is a very nice, very kind message taking objection to my constant reposting of very nice people's quotes from Rowan Williams with grudge grudge grudge *Anne Boleyn gif*. And I sigh.
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March 4th, 2012
07:27 pm
Oh hi livejournal. I feel like I only use you to talk about tumblr in relative private.
One of my favorite batshit crazy people on tumblr, Outlawroad, who loves Sherlock, Brangelina and being a "relationship anarchist", reblogged some snarky post I made where I called St. Thecla and St. Paul queerplatonic heteroasexual bromantics. I'm so stoked. I hope it means that outlawroad gets really into to early Christian ascetics and starts working that in to her love of Brangelina.
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February 11th, 2012
12:35 am
I'm taking recommendations for a cat acupuncturist, a cat psychiatrist or, at this point, a kitty exorcist. Olive's been having her spells of irrational anger for the past 24 hours. They seem to have calmed down slightly but all the other animals are on edge or refusing to get down from the furniture and the constant hissing makes it hard to sleep.
Megan was home earlier this afternoon than I was and she said she was seriously considering the idea that Olive might have gone insane.
I think I remember her having this same problem last year... so it's probably just something with her leg pain and the barometric pressure but jesus is it creepy and annoying.
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February 6th, 2012
10:16 pm
The combined expectation that I will 1)get lots of tedious, finicky excel database related work done on the plane and 2) that I will fly Southwest is going to be the death of me, or of my boss.
Nonetheless, here I am in Tucson. There are cacti and mountains and I am a total country mouse because I'm like OMG CACTI and MOUNTAINS while in line at the rental car place.
And now I'm eating my complimentary hotel cookie and looking at tumblr. It is an exciting life I lead. Sorry. I just wanted to bitch about my boss's unreasonable work and travel expectations.
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January 30th, 2012
02:27 pm - Trigger Warning: People getting eaten by bears, suggestions that you should kill yourself
I finally had the self-awareness to figure out why I love arguing about certain inane topics on tumblr: What's actually being argued, passionately, with privilege checklists and flinging HDUS is the same arguments one would have in in an undergraduate senior English seminar at a mediocre private college. In other words, GLORY DAYS/ YEAH THEY'LL PASS YOU BY/GLORY DAYS/LIKE A WINK IN A YOUNG GIRL'S EYE And haven't we all wanted nothing more than to discover an entire internet subculture that's willing to play the Harold Bloom to our Reasonable Human Being? Even if the supposedly reasonable people reblog you with "tw: sarcastic reference to suicide"....which.....the word you're looking for is "hyperbolic", alternately, "shut up" because clearly, I now care more than is reasonable about incorrect use of the word "sarcastic".
My rhyming couplets about various animals were well-received in Waldorf class. We also sang the "God said to Noah/Arky Arky" song, which I think the teacher disapproved of because it is not Steiner approved, spiritually nourishing song, or something. But for fuck's sake, can't a Waldorf teacher do something to help the children grow up to be something other than harp-playing weirdos who have no shared cultural references with other children? I bet even Joanna Newsom knows the Arky Arky song. Gawd.
Fortunately, it makes me well prepared for Bible STudy next week since our assignment is to do a creative interpretation of the Flood. Since Waldorf schools teaches, essentially, nothing but religion, it makes it efficient, homework wise, to do Waldorf teacher training and any religious education at all.
So now I'm at work, and Megan is too. Because instead of allowing my boss to mutter about how we totally should in theory hire someone for the next 6 months while we all run around like over-stressed crazy chickens, I kept pestering him about how, yes, yes we should hire someone and why not Megan?
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January 27th, 2012
02:49 pm - What rhymes with buffalo?
Clearly I am hormonal or just sleep deprived or something. Full of lethargy and grumpiness is the point I'm trying to make.
Megan left early because her sister in law is in labor, which I didn't realize until I woke up and read her note, which meant I had not logical reason to explain why the dog was repeatedly poking at my face in a distressed, emotional way, as if to tell me that Timmy is in the well, and is dead, and could I please wake up and comfort her as she ponders the briefness of life and also its pain?
Animal emotions are hard in this house. Molly responds to all human emotions by getting distressed and clingy. The cats respond to Molly's clinginess by getting jealous and clingy. And the house is small, and Olive has a condition which means her clinginess leads to her bashing her head into things, which only upsets Molly more and repeats the cycle.
And now I have a bunch of webinars. No one is good at webinars on a friday. They don't do the homework and then they are quiet and I just yak yak yak into the phone for an hour.
And I haven't done my homework, which as many of you know, is to write a play based on Noah's ark in rhyme to be performed by a hypothetical group of third graders. I could have done it last night, but I decided it would be more fun to fuck around on the internet and watch a bunch of White Collar. Woe is me, etc and such as.
It could be worse. We just finished our evalution report for [state redacted]'s Dept of Ed, which hired us last year to do all their [federal program redacted] evaluations. They had had another company doing them, and evaluation isn't really what we do, but the government requires that they track things like student demographics, attendance, staffing costs, etc. The company that they used before us would collect all the data, show it to the feds and then, idk, feed it to the balrog in their basement or something. On the discovery that we don't have a balrog in our basement and that we would give them their data back in a useful form they kissed on the lips and gave us half a million dollars.
So now we have a report for them and this is the first finding:
Managers report that they rarely prioritize making programs accessible to certain groups of students or target students who are academically at risk. Since [redacted federal program] funding is intended to be directed at low-income at-risk youth, the state lead may want to review guidance pertaining to enrollment of these students.
Lol forever. At least we're telling them that their programs are failing to do the one and only thing they are being funded to do, as opposed to letting our balrog eat the evidence. And that's why the pay me the big bucks.
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January 24th, 2012
02:17 pm - Fucking 7 Year Olds, How do they work?
I have minor professional grudge against this person, which isn't really even about them, y'know? I've been in soooo many meetings this month on the vague, and circle-jerky topic of "Professionalizing the Field: Pro or Con?"
I come down mostly on the side of "Con" with the party platform of "And who is going to start paying people enough to justify the students loans they had to take out to get this special college degree you want people to have to work in afterschool? Yeah, I thought so."
Though, I'd also vote for the party of, "I'm sick of you hiring certified teachers who are only doing this job as an add-on to their already 50 hour a week teaching job and so never can show up to any of the professional development stuff or even answer a damn email ever."
HOWEVER, the whole series of tumblr posts by this person are so fucked up that I can't help but think of them as very important arguments for demanding that after-school workers have some baseline of knowledge about working with kids. Because holy fucking shit earnest far lefties are just as bad as ex-military church ladies in terms of being rigidly authoritarian about enforcing "correct" behavior from kids at an age that is way, way to young, and with just as much self-deception about why it's totally okay to do that.
And they get endless asspats from other 20 something left wing twerps because that sounds like an AWESOME INSPIRING way to be a teacher. No. It is terrible. Stop doing that you narcissistic jerk. Oh hell, that's not very strengths based.
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January 22nd, 2012
11:57 pm
Oh look, tumblr's down so it's back to livejournal. But is lj or tumblr the right place to point out that, in the middle of chapter 39 of the book of the Job there's this long digression about how ostriches are fucking stupid because God make them that way? I guess it's not really a "digression" as much as one of God's rhetorical questions: "Can you explain why ostriches are so stupid? I didn't think so! HTH"
I've been doing this thing where I try to be more social and make friends. It's hard, but it's good to have Megan around to empathize about how hard it is to socialize with strangers. Collective living may have stunted both of us, or worsened out social issues. We never had to *try* to make friends and now we're not sure how, I guess?
So my strategy is to sign up for lots of different classes (I like classes) and to accept invitations for other kinds of social events (I mostly dislike other social events). So far I don't so much have new friends, but I've eaten fondue with co-workers in Northwville and gotten utterly drunk with other co-workers at a bourgie D.C. cocktails bars, and I promise one day I'm going to go to queer book club, and today I went to the annual church meeting.
I got to sit with what my neurotic brain identified as "the popular table", with the church ladies who seem to run everything but we're buds of some sort because we have class together. I really don't know. I think I like them all, but some of them confuse me because they are like real-life mommy bloggers, and deep in my tragic little heart, I aspire to the life a mommy blogger.
Church meeting was, boring, I guess. The only interesting take-away was about how the conversations with the Temple over who would pay what % of the money for the new boiler were successful. Which was interesting only that it made me realize that whoever created the mad scheme back in the 1970s should have been put away. "Here is our plan for challenging centuries of oppression and distrust between the Christian and Jewish communities," they said, "We're going to buy a a building together and form a perpetually underfunded non-profit to run the building. Best.Interfaith.Strategy.Ever. Then we'll put a Waldorf school in the basement for shits and giggles."
Whoever it was are probably the same kind of people who want to "deepen our relationship" by going on a cross country bike ride with their boyfriend and then are SHOCKED when their relationship explodes into sniping and resentment somewhere around Iowa. Fucking Ostriches. How do they work?
So what ridiculous square but also fucking weird social group should I try to join? The water buffalo? The shriners? AA?
Maybe I should start socializing with rich people who don't ever have fundraising problems that necessitate long meetings about feelings.
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January 12th, 2012
09:44 pm - Matty Maroun is going to jail. Ding Dong the mighty have fallen.
I realize this is kind of wacky local politics, but I feel with enough bullet points I can convince you to care, or at least have your mind boggled by the ridiculousness of the whole thing.
* Matty Maroun and his company DIBC, own the Ambassador Bridge that link Detroit and Windsor. It is the busiest border crossing in North America. Let that since in, one dude owns the busiest border crossing in North America. And that dude is cartoonishly evil.
* Throughout the 1980s, he bought property around the bridge. People in Southwest Detroit say that there were threats, arson, etc, to force people into selling to him. But this was never proved.
* Two of the properties he purchased were Michigan Central Deport and the Detroit School Book Depository. Which is notable for the time a dead man was found frozen in a block of ice in the elevator shaft (the link has a non graphic picture of the body).
*When both Ontario and Michigan approve construction of a publicly owned bridge 2-3 miles down river, Matty Maroun freaked out and tried to stop it from being built. So far he's been successful at getting the Michigan legislature to block it, even though The Canadians hate him so much they are paying for the whole thing
*And he's building his own bridge. Or half a bridge. Because Canada won't let him build a bridge on Canadian land, so right now it's just a launching ramp into the river.
*Then he seized a public street and a public park and used them to build a gas station.
*Judge after judge told him to not do that. He persisted.
*At one point the DOT was reduced to dumping a pile of dirt on his illegally constructed ramps
*Then there were all the time he attacked the hero of the this story: the beautiful, brilliant, amazing warrior of goodness Rashida Talib, state rep for Southwest Detroit and my biggest political crush. First he accused her of being a pawn of white political interests because of her closeness to the previous representative who is white. Then he accused her of being pro-Terrorism because she was honored for being the 1st Muslim woman elected to the state house. The he had his goons interview her senile, estranged father and tried to spin his cockamamie story about her being a terrible daughter into a legit political scandal.
*And then there was the poor bait shop dude whose business was suddenly in the middle of what is, for all intents and purposes, Canada.
And now the fucker is in jail.
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December 24th, 2011
02:20 pm
My extended family is so stupid and terrible. I don't think anyone but my parents is coming over for Christmas eve. Instead, everyone else is going to the home of the family that lived next door to my grandparents 25 years ago, a who seem to be inviting my grandparents out of courtesy and legacy of a big public Christmas eve parties that they used to have. The parties these days are only the family, children, grandchildren. It would be family only except that my family continues to invite themselves. Awkward.
And, peevish that I'm hosting something that conflicts with something they'd rather go to, my grandmother has, it seems, decided that it's totally okay to bring my aunt Julie along rather than pass on an invitation to my house. Totally okay even though the matriarch of this family hate Julie for sleeping with her husband and trying to break up her marriage. I mean, sure it was a long time ago, my grandmother will say, even though she's held 50 year grudges against people for not bringing her the change after ordering coffee. But I still think it's gauche to drag along, as your "plus 1", the person that the hostess's husband had an affair with while she was pregnant, but that's just me. (ETA: Julie at least has decided this is not a good idea and is coming to my house.)
The punchline of my grandmother's hanging out with other people's grandmas is that she comes away convinced that everyone but her has grandchildren who are gorgeous and successful and amazing in every way. Her stories to acquaintances bout her grandchildren are always about what losers we both are and all the ways that we disappoint her. And I'd be mad, until I realize that she is so genuinely mentally disturbed that she really doesn't know that grandmothers are supposed to brag about their grandchildren and say nice things about them. It is a social convention she is completely unaware of. It's like she's from some distance land where "how's it going?" isn't said and she comes home every day shocked that perfect strangers ask about her day.
She really can't help it. She was raised by wolves and nuns.
But I still feel a sense of mean-spirited satisfaction that all I got her for Christmas is bees for other people.
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December 9th, 2011
03:15 pm - You Must Be Referring to the Great Neck Nuzzle of 2010
I finished an actual hand-knit sock last night. It's kind of mutilated looking because I ended up with too many stitches for the foot part in relation to the ankle part. So it would be perfect for someone with reverse cankles...who is also a baby. Because it is a tiny sock. But still! I turned a heel. Which still seems like witchcraft to me, but I did it by following the instructions to the letter no matter how unreasonable they sounded. This is a life lesson, kiddos!
In other life lesson news: American Horror Story appears to remain popular among teenage girls who swoon over the dreamy, flopsy haired teen boy character who, well, is not a nice boy at all. And this week's tearjerker revelation that he had hidden our teen heroine's body in the crawl space under the house has not changed this in any way. I think Big Fun covered the most important life lesson in this show in their late 1980s hit Teenage Suicide (Don't Do It). Or you'll be stuck in the afterlife playing Go Fish with your high school boyfriend forever. A fate truly worse than death.
There is, it appears, one person on tumblr how insists they are a rocketship and one who insists she is a cuttlefish. And that's great. I can't tell if they are fucking with people or not. Either way, I'm thrilled. Please check your organic privilege at the loading dock! hehe!!! beep whoosh.
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December 1st, 2011
03:01 pm - Derrick Jensen Plays a lot of World of Warcraft
Maybe 14 year olds just don't want to listen to their mom prattle on about masturbation and that's why this particular teenage girls went all Alex P Keaton. Just sayin'.
This is a nice informative overview of what people are so mad about re: "siri" and abortion. A controversy I aggressively don't care about because I am a real fucking Luddite about some things and I have a particular bug up my ass about smart-phones. It's, like, my thing and I'm going to need you all to respect that. Or at least wait until my back is turned before you roll your eyes.
I could see myself getting all obnoxious about e-readers some day, but right now the only people I know who own e-readers are my mother and my 82 year old grandfather. So I think of them as a magic old people books. I was just always envious of and somewhat puzzled by music nerds who were into vinyl and I look forward to being the same level of obnoxious hoarder compared to normal people.
And on the subject of hoarders, as my aunt's hoarding gets more and more severe, it's presenting some Christmas challenges. My mom and grandmother are stumped on what to get her for Christmas because the last thing she needs is more stuff. Idk, I guess they could get her some sugar plums and be total assholes. I mean, I guess it's possible that sugar plums are genuinely good, but I doubt it.
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12:22 am - It's on the wikipedia, but not on the Amazon.com author bio
Every year around this time, I am somehow reminded that Anne Perry has written like a dozen heartwarming Christmas books and they are all for sale on Amazon.com.
I kind of what to buy someone in my life a set for Christmas, but I can't imagine who I could do that for where it wouldn't be the creepiest most inappropriate thing ever. My sister would have totally dug it.
Oh, and I just wrote a very strident, Some Things Are Not Funny style post about American Horror Story having the Black Dahlia as a character on tonight's show, and I realize my glee at Anne Perry's sanitized Amazon author bio and collection of best-selling Christmas novels in my ways directly contradicts. But, see, context. This is what AHS's little fans miss when they don't understand camp.
Or, at least, they don't get the kind of joy I get out of reading interviews with Marijane Meaker.
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November 29th, 2011
05:07 pm - purity of essence
Oh chicken jesus and virgin mary gravida, please help me not throw a temper tantrum on tumblr. Thank you.
but I think some lady I thought was cool just called Eleanor "incoherent".
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