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[01 Feb 2010|06:32pm] |
Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bookelfe:
Name a canon you know I know, and I'll tell you (in no particular order) my three favorite female characters and why. And then I'll name a canon for you, because I'm just as curious as I am eager to share.
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[31 Jan 2010|10:01pm] |
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WARNING: PARENTHETICALS AHEAD
At this rate, I am going to fail this year's Hundred Book Challenge a million times more spectacularly than I failed last years. Tomorrow is the beginning of February, which will put my book count for January at a big fat ZERO.
(Of course, I have to read Mona in the Promised Land by Friday, so I'll start racking up books pretty quickly.)
OH WAIT OH WAIT OH WAIT if I count each Shakespeare play I have to read as an individual book--because I have certainly done that in the past, when I read plays that were bound separately instead of in a Ginormous Norton Anthology of Doom--then that'll be seven extra books for the semester. DEAR READERS, SHOULD I DO THIS OR IS IT CHEATING?
Poll #1519418 Urgent Shakespeare Question
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 4 Should individual plays count as "books" for my 100 Book Challenge?
In other news, I am editing until I wanna shoot mahself inna head, because I did not get to start editing my novel-writing pages from last semester until today, despite getting Jean's notes back last Monday. But now, AM ALMOST DONE. I left this to be the last thing to do this weekend because it was huge, and I had such a ton of stuff to do this weekend--yesterday was all sorts of Masquerade stuff, as well as laundry and office hours and shit, and I also managed to drag my arse out of bed on time to go to karate, where I learnt a new kata (tekki shodan! yay!) (it hurts my knees liek whoa!). Friday was the usual long-ass-day-of-longness that started with 8am weightlifting (arms) with Brittany and lasted all the way until... okay, this is gonna sound slightly workaholic-er than necessary. I ended the day curled up with my laptop sorting through two and a half years of shittily transliterated Kwanmukan study sheets, compiling a short phrasebook of Japanese that we use in the dojo (THAT IS NOW A SHOTOKAN DOJO BUT THEY STILL GIVE US KWANMUKAN STUDY SHEETS FROM LIKE 1996), organized by how badly you need to know it (which bears approximately NO resemblence AT ALL to "what belt level they test you for"). But in the middle around the evening bit, I totally went to a Japanese steakhouse and ate fried rice and shrimps and drank a scorpion bowl with Liz, because I do too have a life. And then today I managed to get up before the gym opens so I could finish my Pirates homework before running and then have done Advanced Fiction Writing homework all afternoon because in addition to editing the shit out of this manuscript, I had approximately four other (smaller) assignments to do for this class. (Not including the reading that I totally have not done because the book has not arrived from Amazon yet.) Oh, and I did a bit more Masquerade stuff, but at least it was all stuff I could do from the phone and laptop.
I have also spent a fair amount of precious time petting the kitties, who are still adorable, and still kind of dumb and tend to play with bottlecaps for hours on end until they get them stuck under the rug. They are bad at getting them back out. I found like twelve bottlecaps under one of my rugs Saturday night. Their total inability to retrieve them does not stop either one of the cats from attempting to crawl underneath the rugs, generally trying to nom on them at the same time. I still really, really want to be a housecat (hauscat?) in my next life, so I can get stuck under furniture and sit on people while they're doing Very Important Homework and other dumb shit, but people will just think it's adorable because I'll be cute and fuzzy and hey, I'd have a brain the size of a walnut anyway, nobody would expect more of me.
What I have totally not yet done this weekend: grocery shop. Oops. I think I have enough stuff to not starve until tomorrow--and possibly til Wednesday--but am out of milk and almost out of Diet Coke, which means an impending caffeine shortage (since I cannot do tea, hot chocolate OR coffee without milk. Am not badass enough). This has still not made me willing to brave the (HOLY SHIT IT'S FUCKING) cold (WHY IS THE WEATHER ALWAYS SUCKY HERE) if not 100% necessary and drag my ass to p-chops.
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[17 Jan 2010|11:22pm] |
Yesterday, Mom and I went into the city, and we saw the Jane Austen exhibit at the Morgan Library, and then we saw Eddie Izzard at Madison Square Garden. The awesome is difficult to put into words.
Jane Austen:
1. The lady's handwriting is impossible to read. The typed excerpts from the posted letters were funny, though.
2. I bought a book! Is basically a handbook to Jane Austen's world. Should be a useful writerly resource. Also is funny.
3. I want J. P. Morgan's library. For serious. All I need is to become a multimillionaire...
Eddie Izzard:
1. This show is much more strident in its atheism than his previous routines. I was a little surprised; I'm not used to his stuff being so political. But it is FABULOUSLY FUNNY, SOCIALLY PROGRESSIVE ATHEIST political comedy, so is all good.
2. Eddie looks weird in "blokey mode"; i.e., with facial hair. o.O
3. All the time he was not onstage, such as during intermission and before the show, the jumbotrons next to the stage were running a Twitter feed on all the messages getting posted @eddieizzard. Was really funny. Guess Twitter has some use after all.
4. VELOCIRAPTOR JOKES YAY
5. Really hope this tour comes out on DVD at some point.
In other news:
1. Watching Heroes. Season 1 mindblowingly fabulous. Season 2 appears to have definitely gotten shafted by the writers strike (PLOT HOLES AHOY! WTF happened to Caitlin?). Season 3 getting somewhat back on track. Mr. Bennett driving me batty (YOU ARE NOT A FAMILY MAN, FUCKER. FAMILY MEN HANG OUT WITH THEIR FAMILIES SOMETIMES. YOU ARE A TRIGGER-HAPPY CONTROL FREAK WHO NEEDS A CAUSE FOR GOING CONTROL-FREAKY-TRIGGER-HAPPY ALL THE DAMN TIME). Sylar never getting fucking deaded for reals this time driving me batty (ALSO THE EYEBROWS. ALSO PEOPLE BEING ATTRACTED TO HIM. ALSO CHARACTERS THAT HAVE BEEN AROUND FOR MORE THAN ONE EPISODE STILL LETTING THEMSELVES BE EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED BY HIS DITHERING EVEN THOUGH HE SOUNDS LIKE NOTES FROM A SIGMUND FREUD LECTURE). At least Arthur Petrelli appears to be deaded for reals. Now he drove me batty. Now if only Matt and Mohinder could stop playing Idiot Ball and bein' all mad at each other, I could watch the show without my blood pressure going through the roof.
2. I saw Sherlock Holmes three times in three weeks. I couldn't help it; it was awesome. I want to go see it again. I want to see the steampunk taser, and I want to watch them bicker about stealing each other's clothes. And the bareknuckle boxing match. Also, want Irene Adler's red dress. And her boots. Not sure why she was wearing heeled boots while otherwise in men's clothing, since I'm assuming the point of her wearing men's clothing was that women's clothing is designed to restrict women's motion and she needed to be able to move, but heels are designed to restrict women's motion too, so that's a fail in my book.
3. Am really totally not reading Mysteries of Udolpho at all. Oops.
4. Drivin' back to Worcester tomorrow and it's supposed to be crap weather, AAAAHHH.
5. DOLLHOUSE WTF *brain explodes* ZOMG GUYS THERE IS ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE EVER NOOOOOOO.
6. Burn Notice is waitin' for me in my mailbox at school.
7. My life is way too defined by the fiction I'm immersed in at any given time. HALP.
And I'm out. Goodnight!
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| Belated Book Poll! |
[06 Jan 2010|03:58pm] |
So I failed the Hundred Book Challenge, with only 60 books. But some of them were whopping big 'uns, like the ASoIaF series, and the nineteenth-century novels, so I'm not too embarrassed.
Rules of the poll are as usual: check if you have ever read it, and you finished it.
Noted with a (1) means it's a reread; noted with a (2) means it was assigned for school. Noted with a (no, seriously) means I cannot find out who actually wrote Heat Wave; the book jacket is dead set on pretending Richard Castle is a real person.
Feel free to leave suggestions for things I ought to read in 2010 in the comments!
Poll #1508117 Books of '09
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 65Check any you have read: Have you read any of these? How 'bout these? Or these?
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[02 Jan 2010|10:36pm] |
So, break has been fun and restful, so far, and I'm hoping to squeeze a bit more of that in before I have to go back to Worcester and work a bit so I don't go broke and die.
I read Dune Messiah, which is already starting to fade away in my head a little bit, and I really need to log things as soon as I read them, oops. But despite what some people have said about it, I thought it was pretty good--I like that the story didn't end with "And then Paul took over the universe, HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END," and I think the series has a lot of interesting stuff to say about power (it certainly has a lot of interesting stuff to say about ~magical prophetic power~, at any rate). I liked Alia as a character, although I liked reading about her better when she was the creepiest small child in the history of small children--before they'd given her creepy titles like "the virgin-harlot" (she is awesome and has magical powers, so... let's talk about her in terms of the virgin/whore dichotomy! Because being able to SEE THE FUTURE totally has SOMETHING to do with sex, if it's a lady doing the future-seeing! I know that it's supposed to be, like, 'she's so awesome and magical that she confounds the virgin/whore dichotomy', but I don't see any of Paul's titles speculating creepily on his sexuality; he just gets funky-sounding names like kwisatz haderach. And what happens when Alia finally gets it on with someone? Do they have to go inform the entire religious universe that she's not a virgin-whatever anymore? And does that just make her a regular old harlot?) Also, her character introduction in this volume was basically a bunch of conspirators plotting conspiratorially, and being like "And yes, the one that's the magicalest and most powerful person in the history of ever? We've got a plan to take care of her! We will SEND HER A DUDE! AND THEN SHE WILL BE IN AWE OF HIS DUDELINESS, and then she will be rendered USELESS." And, no, literally, they predict she will be "attracted by his maleness." Not that they will make a hot dude and she will be attracted by his hotness, which is how I was under the impression it normally goes. Also, some women are capable of balancing "see hot guy" with "retains capacity to do anything remotely useful ever"; we're not all Bella Swan. Also also, IT WAS A ZOMBIE DUDE, basically. I was terribly disappointed when Alia actually fell in love with zombie!Duncan, since by that point I was hoping she'd turn out to be a lesbian or something. But she was not useless over it, because Alia is awesome.
Of course, part of the charm of Dune is the bizarre combination between people being super-highly-ridiculously-scientifically trained in super-specifically coding every possible nuance of expression in the history of communication, and still managing Epically Epic Fail at relating to each other, and then Everyone Must Die. Usually this cracks my shit up.
The bit where Paul was talking about how Emperor Hitler killed six million people and the dude he was talking to was all like "he must have been very busy," or something, also cracked my shit up, because it reminded me of "you must get up very early in the morning; I can't even get down to the gym".
Then I read a monumentally awesome book called Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, which is both epic and adorable. The epic part is that it is 800 pages long, and is an entire alternate-universe epic involving the "return" of magic to England in the early nineteenth century, complete with a billion footnotes chronicling the "history" of magic and fairies and shit in England in the centuries preceding. The adorable part is some of the same, especially the footnotes, and also the fact that the authorial voice is so perfectly nineteenth-century-novel, in ways that you're not really supposed to do today, including stuff like omniscient viewpoint that goes everywhere, talking directly to the reader, and using spellings like "chuse," "shew," and "surprize." The authorial voice also seems to be speaking from somewhere shortly after 1817, considering when the footnotes cut off, and her use of words like "modern."
The main plot concerns mainly male magicians and the function of the female characters is largely to get killed, resurrected, enchanted, and rescued; however, there is a lot of commentary about women's roles in the 18th century, and the history of women studying magic. Numerous footnotes contain fabulous mini-stories about assorted historical "controversies", cover-ups and persecutions of female magicians. I was dead of glee. Not only did Susanna Clarke invent an entire History of British Magic, she invented an entire history of whiny patriarchal control of British Magic. Also: jokes about the low status of novels. This book is a must-read for anyone over-educated in nineteenth century Britain.
I am currently in the middle of reading Ann Radcliffe's The Mysteries of Udolpho, because I figure it's about goddamn time I read The Mysteries of Udolpho, and also it keeps getting referenced in other stuff (including Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell). Am feeling like a big nerd for reading late 18th century classics on my winter break. The fact that it's 18th century pulpy sensational crap doesn't help, since half the shit I read for school was pulpy sensational crap at the time it was published anyway. I'm still at the beginning, so so far it's not creepy, and mostly it's just lolariously anachronistic. Also Emily faints too god damn much; I mean, I know clothing at the time was explicitly designed to make you faint as often as possible, but still. Evelina didn't faint that much.
Tomorrow me and Mom are going into the city to see the Tim Burton exhibit at the MOMA, and the Jane Austen exhibit at the Morgan, and then I need to do movielogging as well, because this past week I saw The Princess and the Frog and Sherlock Holmes, and yeeeeeee.
...I left my booklist for the year in Worecester, so I'll be posting my Books of 2009 poll in about a week.
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[17 Dec 2009|10:50pm] |
THIS SEMESTER IS DONE! *passes out*
Actually, finals were almost fun, except for the bit where they had due dates and I kept having trouble being motivated enough to not be rushing them. Novel-writing is fun, my Comm final was a VERY informal open-book take-home that involved stuff like "match the comm theorist to their portrait" (NO SERIOUSLY), my Women Writers 1 final paper was about Criminally Insane Victorian Ladies, and one of the essays on my WWI final exam was about the Cult of True Womanhood and asked for a description of "the modern equivalent" thereof, which let me rant on about "empowerfulized" femininity.
My mostest stressful Final Exam, as far as I'm concerned, was driving home today. First time attempting that drive again since last year's epic car crash of scariness, eek. Also first time taking the Monte Carlo anywhere over fifty mph. Despite my conviction that even if I did nothing wrong the car would spontaneously disassemble itself at high speed, I got home without anything breaking on me. Which is nice, after having the battery need jumping twice *and* the remote lock dying on Monday, and therefore having to spend four hours and $160 at the Chevy dealer on Tuesday, trying not to watch The View and failing (failing so hard Anders and I were actually discussing it) while the Chevy people figured out how to break into my car.
Tomorrow I get my wisdom teeth out. So then I'll not even be allowed to do anything but sit around and watch TV! Yay!
In vastly more important news than the merely personal, I just got back from seeing New Moon with Leah. It was hilarious. I'm not sure the intent was for it to be hilarious, but it was. Way better than the first one, even though that was also unintentionally hilarious. I especially liked it because Edward was gone for most of it (except in hallucination!). The werewolves totally ruined his dramatic moment, too, and without even being there--after watching two hours of ridiculously ripped, tanned, and polished-til-you-can-see-your-reflection-in-them abs on assorted ridiculously buff Native American werewolf dudes, Edward's dramatic shirt-taking-off in preparation for his Death By Public Sparkle is just... not impressive.
Also, Dakota Fanning looks awesome with red contacts.
I believe this is the extent of the deeply significant things I have to say this evening.
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| Stuff and, um, stuff |
[09 Dec 2009|12:53pm] |
1. I have a green belt! Yay!
2. On the other hand, I am in an unbelievable amount of pain today. And not usual post-belt-test pain, either, which is a lot of sore muscle, usually sore legs and abs. What I have is a massive knot in the top of my back which makes moving my torso at all result in sharp stabbing pains, and a sore/inflamed throat that makes it difficult to breathe or swallow. I'm not sure if I'm sick or injured (HOW DO YOU INJURE YOUR THROAT ANYWAY, JEEZ, BREATHING TOO MUCH?), but I am massively cranky.
3. I was yesterday's top earner for Crimbo in KoL. Apparently, learning stuff about zombie movies is indeed a useful skill. People keep sending me stuff today, some of which is pretty damn awesome stuff.
4. It snowed! Yay! And now I really don't want to dig out my car and go to the grocery store. Or even the bookstore. I kind of just want to lie flat on my back all day until the washing machine frees up.
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| Graaaaaaagh |
[01 Dec 2009|12:10am] |
9481 / 15000 words. 63% done!
I can totally do this, right?
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[27 Nov 2009|11:01pm] |
7857 / 15000 words. 52% done!
Grurgh. Not the satisfactories progress ever. Have exactly two and a half weeks to finish.
Methinks will be spending a lot of time drinking foofy coffee at B&N.
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| Starbuck Tells It Like It Is |
[24 Nov 2009|09:30pm] |
So a couple people have told me that I'd enjoy The Big Bang Theory, and I didn't really listen because (a) I don't like sitcoms that are not by the BBC (b) if I wanted to watch nerds be painfully nerdy, I've got Clark for that and (c) the dynamic of the central three characters apparently relies on a binary opposition between "nerds" and "hot chick", and I was extremely skeptical that this could possibly go well, considering that it's a false binary in the first place and that I tend to get stuck in the "anomalous category" between them. Being an anomalous category blows, so this has developed into Major Pushable Buttons for me.
So when I finally saw an episode (or the second half of an episode, anyway) last night, I was pleasantly surprised at how it actually acknowledged two bits of typical nerd misogyny that tend to stick in my craw: the "real women v. pictures with big boobiez" issue and the "having standards goes both ways, get over it" issue.
Also, KATEE SACKHOFF. Yaaaaaaaaay!
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All this job-hunting network-building selling-oneself business is bloody daunting.
Really need to write cover letters and actually apply for things this week... but I feel like I don't know what I need to know to do that, even. (Mostly salary stuff. I have no idea what's a reasonable entry-level salary for what industries in what locations... and I hate asking for money. I hate asking for money from people who already actually owe it to me, even.)
Also, learning to hate LinkedIn already, mostly because I seem to be failing to learn to use it properly. Sigh.
Tomorrow involves more of the fun bit, though--building a shiny grown-up-person wardrobe (and throwing away all the disintegrating faded crap that makes up my current one!).
Then I should probably start my comm paper that's due on Tuesday...
This entire idea of graduating makes me want to cryyyy. I could get promised a job as Queen of Awesomeness of the Universe, at a starting salary of a billion dollars a day to do whatever I thought was awesome, and I would still be pitching a fit at the notion of having to leave Clark.
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| Writer's Block: Book review |
[18 Nov 2009|06:44pm] |
I would only ban a book if I thought it was so extra-special fabulous that everyone should read it, because anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows that the fastest way to make kids hellbent on getting something is to tell them they can't have it.
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[11 Nov 2009|11:31pm] |
Have finally worked up the nerve to bring Ceremonial Closure to this whole Moby-Dick business. I was Officially Done with it two days ago, but am only now watching the movie version and drinking rum out of my beautiful black leather and stainless steel flask (with its ultraclassy faux scrimshaw frigate) from the Whaling Museum.
Then I will be TOTALLY THE FUCK DONE WITH WHALES FOREVER in style.
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| Today in "Anti-Choicers Are Stupid"--too good not to share |
[10 Nov 2009|10:37am] |
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Just in case anyone is still laboring under the misconception that anti-choicers are nice, reasonable, not-viciously-woman-hating people, who just rilly rilly love babies, and think babies start being babies at 1 cell because THEY LIEK TOTES UNDERSTAND SCIENCE--I bring you two absolute parody-of-themselves gems from the religious loony "understanding" of science. In the Pandagon thread I posted previously, one of the anti-choice trolls claims the following:
Anti-Choicers Totes Know Science 1: "Plants do not reproduce sexually."
"Suppose that, say, oak trees reproduced in pairs, by creating together a new, single organism."
(Pro-choicers point out that they do. Explanation involves something about apple seeds being embryos.)
"No, it’s not. It [an apple seed] is analogous to a sperm. The manner in which human beings and apple trees reproduce is entirely different and disanalogous."
(Pro-choicers explain about pollination.)
"They do not combine and form an entirely new and distinct organism of the same species in the way that human beings do. There is no such thing as a “seed embryo”! The best analogy (which is what you want if your position is correct) would be a plant that reproduced by combining two seeds together, which resulted in the formation of an entirely new organism. Such a seed would be of the same genus as the two trees that produced it; if oak trees reproduced this way, the product would be an oak."
(Pro-choicers: "Learn to botany, dumbass!" Painstaking re-explanation of pollination and gametes and such.)
"When a female plant fertilizes a male seed, all it does is put biological material on top of the plant seed. It’s like sprinkling salt on your food. When humans reproduce, they create an entirely new, living organism. They don’t put fertilizer or some other material on top of a seed like plants do."
Yes, you read that right. This dude was supposedly about my age, and does not understand the difference between fertilizing an egg and winding up with a fertilized egg, and putting fertilizer on soil to wind up with fertile soil.
Then:
Anti-Choicers Totes Know Science 2: "There are special magic birth control pills that don't function as birth control."
Setup: Dude said something about Natural Family Planning. Pro-Choicers/Actual Woman Who Have Woman Bits And Know How They Work pointed out that NFP only works if you have regular and predictably cycling (along with about twelve hundred other mitigating factors).
"Irregular menstrual cycles are treatable."
(Women: With hormonal contraception. Which you just said you were against.)
"I know that. However, hormonal birth control is used only to regulate irregular menstrual cycles. When it is used to regulate them, it does not make you infertile like the ordinary use of OCPs usually does. It only regulates your fertility cycles."
I know magical thinking shouldn't surprise me, but... "If you take the SAME pill with a different INTENT, it WORKS DIFFERENTLY!!" I mean, I know that a lot of teens go on BC for the dual purpose of period regulation and BC, and tell their parents/whatever nosy patriarchs ask questions about it that they're only doing it for the period control aspect, but I'd never heard that they also pretended that it wouldn't work for the bc aspect anyway. And that any dude anywhere over the age of nine could really be so damn terrified of Teh Laydeez Have Bodies!!!11!!1!!!1EWWW!!!!11!1!!1 that they would actually let themselves believe it just blew my lobe*.
I know it's only funny 'cos it's not me--if this dude has a sister, or a mother, for that matter, her life is probably hellish--but since it's not me, I laughed myself into a cramp, and felt obligated to spread the hilarity and feeling of superiority.
*Obstreperal lobe, to be precise: the part of the brain that detects and resists oppression and evidence of oppressive structures. It is made-up science, but I reserve the right to use it anyway, because I fucking know it's made up.
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| Not quite NaNoWriMo |
[10 Nov 2009|09:14am] |
4945 / 15000 words. 33% done!
Progress for Novel Writing 1/Capstone Project requirements. One more month to do about 45 more pages... plus prewriting and reflective essays (I still always want to call it "metacognition") for Capstone.
Should be fun, with the whalez outta the way now. =)
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| Today in "Men Hate You" |
[08 Nov 2009|10:27pm] |
You have no rights
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Gyaaaaaaaaaaah.
Pandagon also has a good discussion on why this sucks.
I also saw that Bridgestone Tires ad that aired last Superbowl for the first time yesterday: the one where Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head are driving down the road (Mr. Potato head is the one driving, like in every media representation of a couple driving somewhere that I have ever seen in my entire life), and Mrs. Potato Head is talking, and then Mr. Potato Head brakes really suddenly and Mrs.' mouth flies off and bounces down the mountain so she can't talk to him anymore, and Mr. looks really happy. So the tires have served their purpose as tires to... make the wife shut up! Because, as everyone who's been around those chatty women BUT HAS NEVER EVER EVER FOR A SINGLE MINUTE IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES BEEN IN A PUBLIC OR SOCIAL SITUATION WITH A MAN knows, those wimmins sure do talk a lot!
Sure, it's not really quite as important as the idea that, if the wingnuts keep managing to get their way because the Dems will throw half the population under the bus at the slightest indication that said wingnuts are up for another fun game of Lucy-pretending-to-hold-the-football, I may one day lose coverage for my not-getting-cramps-and-bleeding-and-dying pills and start having to pay upwards of a hundred dollars a month instead of thirty (assuming I stay exclusively in states with pharmacists who usually don't have religious objections to doing their jobs, which I plan on doing) just because some insecure old d00ds are afraid that some woman, somewhere, is being a slut!!!1!!1!!1111!!1!11ohnoez!!!!! But that "women talk more than men" meme just drives me completely motherfucking bananas. I don't know what men these people think they're hanging out with, but pretty much all the men I know are loudly opinionated pompous windbags. Sure, some don't have "pompous windbag" be the very FIRST thing you think of to describe them (although plenty of them do), but they all talk a lot, usually loudly. Half of the dudes I know never even developed the "inside voices" that they try to teach you in kindergarten. I mean, most of the women I know do talk a lot too, but NOBODY'S PRETENDING THEY DON'T. It especially drives me bananas that pretty much EVERY SINGLE stand-up comic in the history of standup comedy, except Eddie Izzard (who is awesome), has at least one spiel about how their wives or gfs sometimes try to talk to them, and that's really stupid and obviously they don't understand anything about Teh Menz, because Us Mens Do Not Talk, because they Do Not Think About Stuff, and Don't Have Opinions! Which is why the standup comedy industry is over 90% dominated by MEN MAKING ENTIRE CAREERS OUT OF TALKING FOR HOURS AT A TIME, TELLING PEOPLE THEIR OPINIONS ABOUT SHIT.
(Ordinarily, that would look like a massive failure in logic. However, that is impossible, because Men Are Logical. If the logic in question is "circular" or "faulty" or "does not remotely resemble" logic, that is still a type of Logic if men think it.)
(Yes, because I did need to put in a dig at my #2 Least Favorite Sexist Trope Ever as well. If I'm venting, I'm gonna vent out as much of this shit as possible, dammit!)
Women should band together and start our own political party called the It's Getting Fucking Crowded Under This Fucking Bus Party.
Anyway, I need to go finish my paper on a three-hundred-page novel with a cast of dozens, in which there are three female characters total, exactly one of whom has any lines at all (fewer than six, though).
Anyone who can name me a three-hundred-page novel with a cast of dozens, in which no more than three of said characters are male and no more than one of them talks (total lines must equal one page of text or less), gets cookies.
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[04 Nov 2009|07:59pm] |
November is National Novel Writing Month!
...Which is quite convenient, since I have approximately 48 more pages of novel to write this month anyway!
*ditches Moby-Dick research paper 'til the weekend*
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[02 Nov 2009|03:48pm] |
So today I did something that I should have done, um, at the beginning of sophomore year, and dropped my French minor. Not because I don't love French, but because trying to actually schedule the classes to complete a French minor with our tiny little French department has been nothing but a headache since freshman year when they placed me into the wrong level.
Dropping my obligations to French has also freed me up to take a history class on Pirates and Smuggling in the Atlantic. This will probably be much more pertinent to my writery career, anyway.
In other news, I'm still sick, I *did* miss Halloween and all its associated awesomeness entirely (I keep feeling like next weekend will still be Halloween, and when I realize it isn't, I want to curl up and cry like a fucking baby), but I have an appointment with Health Services tomorrow morning and maybe they'll give me something to fix me. And when I'm all fixed, I can get cracking on writing cover letters for job applications. Woo.
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So, since Halloween is my favorite holiday, the universe has apparently decreed that every single one of them is going to get fucked up, usually with some sort of super awkward social situation (the sophomore years take the cake for that... high school, the people in my group costume were all lame and didn't want to go and generally cranky and then we ended up just hanging out being crabby, then I fell asleep at the Jacoby's and didn't get home until way after curfew, which meant I was in trouble for *weeks*, and college, I had another group costume where the group was incomplete, plus unrequited love troubles, mono and two stalkers). In the absence of something awkward socially (also sometimes not in absence thereof), I'll get sick.
I was really looking forward to this weekend (and I'm trying to still do so!). Today was watching zombie movies all evening, and we were planning on going to Drag Ball. Tomorrow is (supposed to be?) volunteering at the Higgins Armory all day, in costume, and a party at Clement street in the evening, and Nicole is having a Day of the Dead brunch Sunday morning. I have no particular social drama going on; there is nobody seeking my company I am trying to shake, and I have enough people who seem to want my company who I *do* like that I'm not wandering around awkwardly trying to find something to do without imposing.
And so, of course, sometime between eleven o'clock and eleven-thirty this morning, I got sick. And so I skipped classes, and have spent all day drinking tea and watching movies, and I'm going to load up on meds and go to bed liek right now and hope I can (a) sleep and (b) get all the way better by tomorrow.
Gyaaagh.
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