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November 04, 2005

speaking of bad television

I was looking for something new and exciting to waste my money on, and I just bought more black pants so I thought I'd go for books from Amazon.

Because I bought a gift for a certain someone, the site has been telling me to buy horrible shows on DVD for a while now. The latest?

Forever Knight on DVD. Ok, I won't lie. I watched the show when it was on local TV in the middle of the afternoon. I remember the characters. But even I wouldn't buy it on DVD. Probably.

But that's not the funny bit. What cracked me up is you can see shows by keyword, and one of the ones they have for Forever Knight (spoiler alert!) is "characters killed in final episode." Other shows with that keyword include Six Feet Under, The Young Ones, Farscape, and... wait for it...

Dinosaurs. Yes, THAT dinosaurs. With the creepy puppet/animatronic whatever the hell dinosaurs. The sick thing is, I remember that stupid line the little one always said, "I'm the baby! Gotta love me!" That was a big joke with my mom and me when we watched the show. I know this is random, but I found it funny. First, because both of these shows are out on DVD. And second because Dinosaurs ended with characters being killed. Get it? Because that's what happened to them! What? Not that funny? Fine. Maybe I'm just tired.


Gotta love IMDb. Guest stars on Dinosaurs included Christopher Meloni (he of the lovely schlong and man-love on Oz and no love on SVU), and Tim Curry (he of all that is wrong and right with the world).

Friday random 10 - "Good Morning Geniuses!"

"Good Morning Billy!"

Remember when Billy Connolly was the new teacher on Head of the Class? He was funny. My point? This week's random 10 seems very 80's focused, not sure why. And I was thinking about the show because it took the 3rd (fucking 3rd) edition of I Love the 80's to mention it.

  1. Tori Amos - Glory of the 80's
  2. Liz Phair - Strange Loop
  3. Spandau Ballet - True
  4. Hedwig - Wig in a Box
  5. Madonna - Rescue Me
  6. George Michael - Faith
  7. Ani DiFranco - My IQ
  8. Janis Joplin - Summertime
  9. Abba - Thank You for the Music
  10. Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart
It lives here.

Oh, and shut up. You have Abba in your iPod too.

November 03, 2005

Songs that just get to you...

A friend of mine called me late last night, she was a big sobbing mess. No new trauma or tragedy, she'd just been listening to sad songs all night, and had worked herself into quite a state.

Now, as most of you know, I'm not the most sentimental person. I almost never cry at movies or reading books. But music? Whew. There are songs I can't even allow to shuffle through rotation on my iPod because I'll weep hysterically on the metro. And then I'm crazy crying girl on the train. Bad.

But, sometimes when I feel like I just need to wallow - no lights, wearing sweats - there are songs that can always get to me. One of which is Sweetness Follows by REM.

Readying to bury your father and your mother,
What did you think when you lost another?
I used to wonder why did you bother,
Distanced from one, blind to the other?
Listen here my sister and my brother
What would you care if you lost the other?
I always wonder why did we bother,
Distanced from one, deaf to the other.

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows.

It’s these little things, they can pull you under.
Live your life filled with joy and wonder.
I always knew this altogether thunder
Was lost in our little lives.

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows.

It’s these little things, they can pull you under.
Live your life filled with joy and thunder.
Yeah, yeah we were altogether
Lost in our little lives.

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows.

Via REM Rock

Why does this song turn me into a sad little girl? A couple of reasons. The first is just Michael Stipe's voice. I mean lord, I'm not made of stone. The man can do plaintive like no one else. But I think the thing that really does it is the hopefulness of the lyrics. I mean, you can really boil the song down to "Life sucks so much. It'll kick your ass. But sweetness follows." That's too much for an old-school cynic like me.

There are other songs like this, but I can't talk about it anymore. I might cry right now.

November 02, 2005

it doesn't have to be a tragedy to be important

Another couple of interesting abortion stories online at Daily Kos (hopefully Kos will read it) and The Alley Notebooks.

"The legal process doesn't have a sympathy meter. And that's why the net must be cast large. That's why you can't tell other people what decisions they should make. Because when crafting a law, you don't get to hear Jenny's story.

And that's what Roe comes down to. That's what is so easy to forget. That's why people are shrill and view this choice in a direct and unwavering light."

Yes. And this lesson is what I got most out of talking to women seeking abortions. Every single one is a woman trying to make the best decision for her. And in every single instance that's a complicated decision process that must - and I mean MUST - be left up to her to decide. Whether she talks her friends, the man involved, family, clergy, the internet, God, her pets, or stangers, she has to be the one who decides. Every story is an exception, and every woman is trying to do right by herself. How dare anyone disrepect that.

Via Media Girl

this is why I love my friends...

And why I'll never be able to get a real job. This is the shit I talk about with my coworkers. I usually think it's lame to post IM conversations, but this killed me:

S: do you remember that book-the giving tree
Me: yeah. I loved that book
S: me too
S: still do
S: it's one of my staple new baby gifts
S: that and Goodnight Moon
S: LOOOOVE Goodnight Moon
Me: Oh, goodnight moon was my favorite. absolute favorite.
S: goodnight socks
S: goodnight mittens
S: do you think I'll freak T's shit out if i start saying goodnight to the items in my bedroom
Me: perhaps. but you should do it anyway
S: i think i should do it because it will!
S: it'll be fun
S: he'll probably just laugh
Me: "goodnight window"
S: goodnight vibrator
Me: "goodnight dirty laundry"
Me: "goodnight buttplug"
Me: "goodnight astroglide"
S: i was just gonna say that!
S: goodnight Lube
Me: "goodnight bondage gear"
S: goodnight handcuffs
Me: "goodnight ball gag"
S: holy shit
S: i'm dying over here
S: goodnight cleveland steamer
S: goodnight taint
Me: oh god, you're killing me!
S: that's it!
S: i'm gonna write a goodnight moon for adults
Me: oh. my. god.
Me: you HAVE TO!!!!!!
S: how could i not
Me: I'll buy 100 copies right now.
S: don't you think it would kill!
Me: everyone will want one
Me: you'll be rich!
S: it'll be all the rage
S: I'll call it Goodnight Poon
Me: yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
S: goodnight vaginas everywhere
Me: stop.
S: maybe dirty mimi will sell it on her site
Me: oooooh. you could buy the book and a vagina pillow.
S: yes!
S: the slumber special
Me: hee!

All before 10 am.

October 31, 2005

I don't love anything THAT much...

I don't care what anyone says, you can love your vagina too much.

My favorite item for sale is the Pussy Purse. But then I saw the cute sensitive boy wearing the t-shirt, and I changed my mind. If the shirt comes with this guy in it, and I can make him to my laundry and slap him around a little, I'll take it.

Via Feministing.

October 30, 2005

cold cold cold cold cold...

I'm cold. Why? Because it is freezing in my apartment. It's not even that cold outside. The heat isn't working, so this place just isn't warming up. And I have tons of shit to do today at home, so I can't even run around outside where it's nice.

Fuck. My fingers are freezing, and I'm wearing socks in my apartment. This is no wrong. I prefer my place to be a tropical oasis in the winter. Have to call tomorrow to get this shit fixed.

But enough complaining. Something strange happened to me yesterday. I was watching the Guns N' Roses Behind the Music (G n' R motherfucker!). Fantastic episode, obviously. The weird part was, I foudn myself suddenly, inexplicably attracted to Slash. Not 1987 hair in the eyes Slash. I mean 2001 crow's feet Slash. I'm rather disturbed. I should probably go to rehab or therapy immediately. Next thing you know I'll be getting all hot and bothered over Colin Farrell. And next? The junkie who lives upstairs. Help!