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Meme from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) markelle
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[06 Feb 2009|04:36am] |
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Today I am going to use my journal to its fullest extent, that is to say I'm going to bitch about my petty little problems for my own rapt audience (namely me). E left today for a job in LA (the state, not the city) and I am a big old sucker when you get right down to it. That, coupled with the fact that due to his absence I have to vacate our big old expensive apartment, makes me a big old emotional mess. I've been trying to keep myself busy all day, looking at overpriced studio apartments and getting anxious, packing my way way way too many books and toys (8 boxes so far and I have a month and my video game and DVD collections still to go), and breaking down crying every couple of hours feeling like a girl and missing him. I know it will probably get better in a couple of days but I just wanted to bitch.
Anyway. In October jladam does a great horror marathon, a tradition I've joined in as well. I promised him I'd post my selections too but I think you all know me and my habits by now. I figured I'd at least get a start at it, since I wasted a lot of time getting the screen caps and hopefully it will provide you some workday amusement. I shouldn't have to say this, but this is so picture heavy it might make your computer's spleen asplode. You've been warned. Without further ado.
( 1. The Amityville Horror (1979) )
( 2. Candyman (1992) )
( 3. The Crow (1994) )
More tomorrow if I feel like it.
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| The only thing worth posting about. |
[06 Nov 2008|05:13pm] |
My vote. My president. The first time I have been proud to be American since I was a child. I wish I could go back abroad and show them we are NOT all ugly Americans, we are NOT all selfish tourists, and we do NOT all support agendas of hate and self-betterment at the expense of the rest of the world. We are NOT the greatest nation in the world; we are a collection of people doing our best against what we've been given, like every other nation in the world. The disappointment I feel about being a Californian today is proof of that. But the pride I feel at casting my vote for our 44th president-elect and the FIRST black man in office (how depressing is it that it took us until 2008 to say that?) AND voting against the disgusting lie-filled hate movement that is Prop 8 helps quell that a little, since all signs show that we have until December 2nd for ALL votes regarding Proposition 8 to be counted so don't lose hope yet. We also seem to be enacting some pretty powerful movements to get this turned around.
CHANGE - YES WE CAN!
Sign the petition to bring our displeasure with the passage of Proposition 8 to Gov. Schwarzenegger's attention - http://www.petitiononline.com/seg5130/petition.html
And a few things to think about, stolen from some of my dear friends --
Amendment 14 - Citizenship Rights. Ratified 7/9/1868.
1. All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.
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Prop 8 consists of only 14 words:
"Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid and recognized in California."
Let's interpret this statement with some simple transpositional logic [(P → Q) ↔ (~Q → ~P)]
If only marriage between a man and a woman is valid and recognized in California, then everything else that's not a marriage between a man and woman is invalid and not recognized in California.
-Speed limits? Not recognized.
-Income & Sales Tax? Invalid.
-Your claim of ownership of your property? Not recognized.
-Etc, Etc, Etc.
Logical argument#2:
Wouldn't this law determine that only one marriage out of the millions of married couples be recognized in California? After all, it specifies only A (singular) man and A (singular) woman can have A (singular) marriage that is valid and recognized. Keep in mind the law uses the word "marriage", not "marriages". I wonder who gets dibs on being that one valid married couple?
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| Written early, posted late. |
[01 Jan 2008|01:39am] |
I got an Aquafresh Direct Fresh toothbrush (and some Dr. Seuss toothpaste) at the market the other day, and it's quite possibly the ugliest thing I've ever put in my mouth (zing!). Function over form, I guess. It's this hideous teal with neon rubber attachment things that remind me of road cones but goodness it's a comfy brush. I drug through the trash (i.e. a pile on my countertop) to find the packaging so I could become a loyal customer of this, the Lexus of toothbrushes.
My resolution is only this: write some stuff for the conference, something totally new and unexpected, something fun and experimental, something really crappy, something you know will wow them when you read aloud and something to get freaky with at pirate's.
New Year's for me has always been about the Twilight Zone marathons, so I've gotten a headstart by picking up the Twilight Zone companion book and trying to pick out my favorites from memory. I think it's funny how there's a sort of general knowledge of Twilight Zone episodes for basically anyone who's watched TV, the "classics" if you will. But within the Twilight Zone universe, there seems to be a second tier of classics, where a lot of my favorites crop up.
So informal poll: what Twilight Zone episodes do you feel are "classics"? And not surprisingly, this usually overlaps with the question, what Twilight Zone episodes are your favorite?
My "classics" picks:
The Hitch-Hiker: A classic urban legend, immortalized in Twilight Zone style. A young woman sees the same hitch-hiker on the road after her car has a blowout. At the height of her nervousness she calls home and finds out her mother has had a nervous breakdown after the death of her daughter. She gets back in the car to pickup the hitch-hiker.
Time Enough At Last: I always remember this one as "the one where the guy breaks his glasses." A bookish wimp escapes nuclear fallout by chance and delights at the thought of having all the time in the world to read, only to drop his glasses. Oops.
The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street: I was introduced to the literature of screenwriting with the script to this episode, so it's always held a special place for me. Paranoia sets into a nice friendly neighborhood and turns its inhabitants against each other. But wait, this isn't a lesson about man's inhumanity to man etc. etc., as aliens are gleefully watching and corruptiong electricity and whatnot to fuel suspicions. Those clever Martians!
I Shot an Arrow into the Air: The surviving astronauts from a crash on an asteroid end up fighting to the death over the last of the water, only to discover the barren landing spot is actually just Death Valley.
The After Hours: Anne Francis stars as a mannequin who takes her holiday into real life too far and gets a decidedly creepy reminder of who she really is. A sort of "thirteenth floor" story, only here it's the ninth.
The Eye of the Beholder: Duh. Woman under wraps is supposedly incurably ugly, but at the end it's the piggy looking people and they send her to Earth to be with other freaks like her. One of my favorite bits of trivia is that this episode was originally called "A Private World of Darkness."
The Invaders: Agnes Moorhead silently and triumphantly crushes her tiny pursuers, who are of course revealed to be ... U.S. astronauts on a planet of giants.
Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up?: A pair of troopers tries to figure out which one of these things is not like the other in a snow-covered cafe. Hint: there's more than one to keep an eye out for!
It's a Good Life: The one with the kid who wishes people into the cornfields. If you haven't seen this one, you should be ashamed.
The Shelter: A mob of neighbors goes animal fighting over a coveted bomb shelter. At the end, the classic lesson -- we have nothing to fear but fear itself, etc. etc.
Five Characters in Search of an Exit: A major, a clown, a ballerina, a hobo, and a bagpipe player try to figure out where they are and why they have no idea who they are. Going crazy to the ringing of a bell seems to be a theme.
To Serve Man: It's a cookbook!
The Masks: A rich old coot gives his family the inheritance they've been starving for, plus a makeover.
Nightmare at 20,000 Feet: A weird gorilla man hanging out on the wing of a plane.
The Living Doll: I'm Talky Tina, and I'm going to kill you!
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[18 Dec 2007|12:09am] |
If I've learned one thing from the obsessive amount of knitting I've been doing, it's that I'm still new at this and I shouldn't be too hard on myself when something doesn't go as planned. That being said, here are my new creations.
( Alice. )
( Howard. )
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| Some knittage. |
[13 Dec 2007|12:55am] |
Here's the hats I've made over the past week or so. And yes, I am cocky enough to have named each one like little pieces of art. Once again, the offer stands for anyone who wants something. Oh, and say hello to my headequin, Grace.
( Alex. )
( Linda. )
( Ivy. )
( Stephanie. )
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[08 Dec 2007|06:44pm] |
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Whenever I see the way old people move, slow and shambolic and needing someone to wipe up their dookies, I get really sad and think, promise myself, that I'll try to stay in good shape and take care of myself, by myself, for as long as possible. However, in the wake of flying off Rose courtesy of the newly christened Averypult, I find myself grunting and straining to pull my pants on over the road rash on me bum, and taking a shower is the hardest it's been since I had to bathe with a Ziploc bag tied over my cast in sixth grade. I gotta say, I don't mind the tough girl cred, and I'll be back on the bike once the bike is back to being a bike.
I've taken up knitting again, and I'm learning new stitches left and right so I can mix it up a bit. Knit and purl are obvious, but I'm also learning cable stitch so I can make buttonholes and clumsily venturing into the world of intarsia, or picture knitting. ( This is my sad excuse for a grenade. ) I don't have any money this Christmas so I can't buy a lot of presents but if anybody wants a cap, a scarf, or armwarmers, let me know what colors and patterns and whatnot and you shall receive. I already have a giraffe cap planned for Miss DeRoo and a nipple cap for shits and giggles.
( These are some of my pets as lolcats. )
P.S. ( This is a not very good picture of my Christmas tree, Sayumi Parker. ) He's the cutest damn thing ever.
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[01 Dec 2007|06:45pm] |
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Wow, so I am so lame that the past twenty-four hours constitute as a good day because nothing went terribly wrong. Had P.F. Chang's for dinner last night, then got sloshed telling embarrassing stories about youth. Woke up comfortably late today, went shopping with my mom and got big girl clothes while turning in job applications. Had Chipotle for lunch, came home and beat Hellgate: London, then won the first WSG I popped into in WoW. Now I'm going to watch Christmas movies and sit around. A good day.
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