Month: August 2006

I went yesterday at lunch and got almost all my hairs cut off. High-n-tight short. I’ll like it a bit better when it has grown a bit more, but I’m quite happy with it.

Pictures? I’m sure there will be plenty from the upcoming wedding of and .

Something to look out for, I’ve named this fall (based on what I’ve seen so far) as “Random Grandma.”

Disconnected and boring colors of shawls, sweaters (all big granny knot-knits)
Jumbled messes of large silver and gold jewelry
Baggy Unfit cuts

This fall looks like baby’s playin’ dress-up in grandma’s wardrobe.

I find it fucking hideous.

Designers: FOR SHAME.

I want my Tweed Librarian of ’04 and ’05 back. Gimme the fitted skirt and boots! ARRGH!

So remember, when you see it, remember: “RANDOM GRANDMA!”

So,

In the world of televisual fluff, I’ve been enjoying:

1. BSG – fun, fun, fun. The camera movements do make me a bit sick, but everything else is spot-freaking-on. Of course, I expected to enjoy the hell out of it. I like the moral playground of it all.
2. Project Runway – I’ve given up on the “fashion” aspect of it and am just enjoying the “people” aspect of the show. Since The judges are worthless and the decisions are all up to the producers, I can relax on any feelings of “who I want to win” since the “contest” is a joke anyway. Just enjoying the ride. Oh, though I’m glad that the show has given me fashion people to dislike – I so enjoy a villain. Heidi Klum? Die in a fire, you Kraut cunt. Ah! The Schadenfreude if she should break her face? Delightful.
3. The Venture Brothers: Top drawer. How can you do the high-lowbrow without being pretentious? It’s a mystery!

And Anxiously awaiting:

4. House (next week!)
5. Lost (next month!)

(speaking of PR – did anyone notice that Mr. Kors’s Mum was just as fucking hideous as he? It was like she broke of a piece of her disease and grew it into a little fag version of herself. She must be proud – I know I would be.)

Happy Birthday to

Something side to my last post – about blogging in general.

Lately I’ve come to think about the entire world of posting discussions and opinions as an allusion to a world where we were all telepathic.

That is — the amount of crazy, conflicting things that go through your head at any time would be

1) maddening to the telepath
2) misleading to your “actual nature”

… i.e. You are not your thoughts. A theme of the fiction of telepathic characters that I remember has to do with the training of the telepath to filter out the noise of a person’s thoughts — that the sum of all the thoughts of a person are a incorrect view of their character.

How does this tie to blogging?

Well, How many of us draw an impression of a person on how they blog? What does that actually represent about that person? Does it even matter what a person posits or rants about?

This all becomes more interesting/troublesome as these random bits of information are being used by external parties to paint a digital picture of you and “who you are” (no matter how fallacious that may be).

And another aside: is it that healthy to actually know that much about one another?

I have no real answers, just random meaningless thoughts going through my head.
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Yes, I hate “blog” and “blogging” and such. I’ve given up. *the word itself, not online journaling*

Seems like I’m avoiding posting because

1) Nothing seems interesting enough to share
2) I just want to rant.

So, Instead of choosing (1), I choose (2).

What’s lately annoying moi?

I’m tired of people taking offense at what others say. Oh, he used a racist word, Oh! She has a stupid opinin! Oh, Look at that article isn’t he horrible! Oh, I’m offended! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Be the dude. Recite after me: “That’s just … like … your opinion … man.”

If you dislike the position of an opinion of another (usually post, article, etc) fine – argue against it. But the vilification or “action” based on statements of others is such a colossal waste of time and effort. Actions should be censored, not opinions or statements. Fight ideas with ideas, not censorship.

I’m taking porch monkey back, too. And I don’t care that anyone knows I think you can love little mambo and be anti-racist at the same time. Stop chasing windmills and start making change.

rant over.

So to hit (1), let’s see –

1.a. Had 3 tonnes of fun in Seattle visiting and . It’s easy at times to just ‘slip’ into a friendship where it seems cultural experiences are already shared. You share a language, a perception, an aesthetic. The history can be taken for granted and you can just be comfortable. I hope that perception of mine is a shared one. In short: Wonderful, Superior people.

1.b. Was sad to disappoint K and N (our bestest friends) by bailing and flaking on SoaP and other things — they do deserve better than that and it sucks sometimes to be the fun-killer. We’ll obviously need to make it up.

1.c. Thinking about PROJECTS to do house-wise. I think built-in bookshelves will be the next order of business, at the same time the monkey hut gets a 3.1 do-over. Our fore mentions fabulous we-don’t-deserve them friends K and N gave us this rad light-up puffer fish, so need to re-do lighting, re-stock booze, clean.

That’s all folks. Happy Thursday.

P.S. if any gracious soul wants to gift me with a year’s LJ subscription, I promise I’ll post more. 🙂 – I suppose I can afford it, but that money always seems to be better suited elsewhere, you know?

P.P.S. smoochies

… since I’ve done a poll or meme, so bear with me. Ganked from and

Why do you have to keep doing thing right*? I liked the habit of disliking you, but I can’t if you keep this up. I’m ending up with Macs in my future, aren’t I?

Crap!

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* where “right” equals what Craig would likely do in their stead

I’ve got the camping bug. I want to camp.

I want to wake up under that nylon fabric and have pirate coffee and eggs and bacon, then jump in a cool swimmin’ whole. I want to play darts and cribbage while the fresh fish catch is frying in a pan getting ready to be eaten.

Who is with me?

I need some cheering up! I woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning and have continued my slide into crankiness.

So, who has some funny stories, or good news, or pleasant conversation?

Yes, I’m a needy bitch.