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Dec. 2nd, 2010 08:25 am
Just saying, look at the GUNS on this man. Clearly it's from all the tiger bench pressing.
That said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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harinezumi. Man I knew you when it still WAS actually Soviet Russia and your accent was about as thick/impenetrable as concrete. That was like TWENTY ASS YEARS AGO, OMG.
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Dec. 2nd, 2010 08:25 am
Just saying, look at the GUNS on this man. Clearly it's from all the tiger bench pressing.
That said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
harinezumi. Man I knew you when it still WAS actually Soviet Russia and your accent was about as thick/impenetrable as concrete. That was like TWENTY ASS YEARS AGO, OMG.This week in Media Consumption
Dec. 2nd, 2010 10:19 amBooks:
I continue to make my way through Kavalier and Clay. It's a dense read, and considering the only time I'm getting to it these days is right before bed, my progress has not been my usual ludicrous speed. That said, I'm enjoying it far more than I expected to, but really, it's a book taking place is WWII New York, of COURSE I'm going to be all into it. Durr.
A particular sentence leaped out at me last night to the point where I bookmarked their location instead of where I actually left off reading for later posting and rumination:
Um, YES. This pretty much exactly sums up how I feel about old photos of people I know and why I will spend hours obsessing over them if I could.
Catching Fire has come in at the library - considering it's Thursday and they're open late and the weather isn't quite as nasty as it was yesterday, I may be heading down to Amherst to get it later. I've got stuff I gotta mail anyway.
TV:
Oh. Oh God. The Sons of Anarchy finale. Holy BALLS. Can't wait to see you boys next year, that was awesome.
Movies:
cell23 and I watched Black Dynamite last night after it had been sitting on my Netflix queue for an uncomfortably long time. Damn, that shit was FUNNY. The scene with all the pimps having a meeting led by an almost unrecognizable Arsenio Hall... *wheeze* And I hear they're turning it into an Adult Swim cartoon? Solid.
My Netflix queue is getting very out of hand, mostly because a fair amount of it are TV series, and considering I've been slowly working through all of Law and Order SVU (which is a 22 hour per season commitment... and there are 11 seasons so far. Thankfully thanks to endless USA marathons I've seem most of them already but it's still kinda neat seeing them in order), I haven't been watching much of anything else, and every damn Tuesday they release more stuff I like/want to see (again) so yeah, it's getting unwieldy to say the least. I may have to make an early resolution to watch one of the actual movies and kill it from the queue every other day or so. Gah.
So um yeah, those were things.
cell23 and I ventured out in the downpour to dinner at Bubs B-B-Q last night, which was a very yummy treat. (Pulled pork sandwiches make me happy on all kinds of levels.) We ran into captainlove and his lady while we were there, and I think I startled all involved with my squee at actually seeing him after not for a long while, plus it was good to meet his girlfriend, seeing as it's rare to have him spew positively about someone, lol. But also it was just good to be out with the Manbeast. I'm the first to pooh pooh that whole going out on dates concept, being one to prefer the couch and TV as opposed to going anywhere, but once in a while it's good stuff. Especially with barbecue involved. Nom nom nom.
I continue to make my way through Kavalier and Clay. It's a dense read, and considering the only time I'm getting to it these days is right before bed, my progress has not been my usual ludicrous speed. That said, I'm enjoying it far more than I expected to, but really, it's a book taking place is WWII New York, of COURSE I'm going to be all into it. Durr.
A particular sentence leaped out at me last night to the point where I bookmarked their location instead of where I actually left off reading for later posting and rumination:
The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs.
Um, YES. This pretty much exactly sums up how I feel about old photos of people I know and why I will spend hours obsessing over them if I could.
Catching Fire has come in at the library - considering it's Thursday and they're open late and the weather isn't quite as nasty as it was yesterday, I may be heading down to Amherst to get it later. I've got stuff I gotta mail anyway.
TV:
Oh. Oh God. The Sons of Anarchy finale. Holy BALLS. Can't wait to see you boys next year, that was awesome.
Movies:
cell23 and I watched Black Dynamite last night after it had been sitting on my Netflix queue for an uncomfortably long time. Damn, that shit was FUNNY. The scene with all the pimps having a meeting led by an almost unrecognizable Arsenio Hall... *wheeze* And I hear they're turning it into an Adult Swim cartoon? Solid.My Netflix queue is getting very out of hand, mostly because a fair amount of it are TV series, and considering I've been slowly working through all of Law and Order SVU (which is a 22 hour per season commitment... and there are 11 seasons so far. Thankfully thanks to endless USA marathons I've seem most of them already but it's still kinda neat seeing them in order), I haven't been watching much of anything else, and every damn Tuesday they release more stuff I like/want to see (again) so yeah, it's getting unwieldy to say the least. I may have to make an early resolution to watch one of the actual movies and kill it from the queue every other day or so. Gah.
So um yeah, those were things.
cell23 and I ventured out in the downpour to dinner at Bubs B-B-Q last night, which was a very yummy treat. (Pulled pork sandwiches make me happy on all kinds of levels.) We ran into captainlove and his lady while we were there, and I think I startled all involved with my squee at actually seeing him after not for a long while, plus it was good to meet his girlfriend, seeing as it's rare to have him spew positively about someone, lol. But also it was just good to be out with the Manbeast. I'm the first to pooh pooh that whole going out on dates concept, being one to prefer the couch and TV as opposed to going anywhere, but once in a while it's good stuff. Especially with barbecue involved. Nom nom nom. This week in Media Consumption
Dec. 2nd, 2010 10:19 amBooks:
I continue to make my way through Kavalier and Clay. It's a dense read, and considering the only time I'm getting to it these days is right before bed, my progress has not been my usual ludicrous speed. That said, I'm enjoying it far more than I expected to, but really, it's a book taking place is WWII New York, of COURSE I'm going to be all into it. Durr.
A particular sentence leaped out at me last night to the point where I bookmarked their location instead of where I actually left off reading for later posting and rumination:
Um, YES. This pretty much exactly sums up how I feel about old photos of people I know and why I will spend hours obsessing over them if I could.
Catching Fire has come in at the library - considering it's Thursday and they're open late and the weather isn't quite as nasty as it was yesterday, I may be heading down to Amherst to get it later. I've got stuff I gotta mail anyway.
TV:
Oh. Oh God. The Sons of Anarchy finale. Holy BALLS. Can't wait to see you boys next year, that was awesome.
Movies:
cell23 and I watched Black Dynamite last night after it had been sitting on my Netflix queue for an uncomfortably long time. Damn, that shit was FUNNY. The scene with all the pimps having a meeting led by an almost unrecognizable Arsenio Hall... *wheeze* And I hear they're turning it into an Adult Swim cartoon? Solid.
My Netflix queue is getting very out of hand, mostly because a fair amount of it are TV series, and considering I've been slowly working through all of Law and Order SVU (which is a 22 hour per season commitment... and there are 11 seasons so far. Thankfully thanks to endless USA marathons I've seem most of them already but it's still kinda neat seeing them in order), I haven't been watching much of anything else, and every damn Tuesday they release more stuff I like/want to see (again) so yeah, it's getting unwieldy to say the least. I may have to make an early resolution to watch one of the actual movies and kill it from the queue every other day or so. Gah.
So um yeah, those were things.
cell23 and I ventured out in the downpour to dinner at Bubs B-B-Q last night, which was a very yummy treat. (Pulled pork sandwiches make me happy on all kinds of levels.) We ran into captainlove and his lady while we were there, and I think I startled all involved with my squee at actually seeing him after not for a long while, plus it was good to meet his girlfriend, seeing as it's rare to have him spew positively about someone, lol. But also it was just good to be out with the Manbeast. I'm the first to pooh pooh that whole going out on dates concept, being one to prefer the couch and TV as opposed to going anywhere, but once in a while it's good stuff. Especially with barbecue involved. Nom nom nom.
I continue to make my way through Kavalier and Clay. It's a dense read, and considering the only time I'm getting to it these days is right before bed, my progress has not been my usual ludicrous speed. That said, I'm enjoying it far more than I expected to, but really, it's a book taking place is WWII New York, of COURSE I'm going to be all into it. Durr.
A particular sentence leaped out at me last night to the point where I bookmarked their location instead of where I actually left off reading for later posting and rumination:
The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs.
Um, YES. This pretty much exactly sums up how I feel about old photos of people I know and why I will spend hours obsessing over them if I could.
Catching Fire has come in at the library - considering it's Thursday and they're open late and the weather isn't quite as nasty as it was yesterday, I may be heading down to Amherst to get it later. I've got stuff I gotta mail anyway.
TV:
Oh. Oh God. The Sons of Anarchy finale. Holy BALLS. Can't wait to see you boys next year, that was awesome.
Movies:
cell23 and I watched Black Dynamite last night after it had been sitting on my Netflix queue for an uncomfortably long time. Damn, that shit was FUNNY. The scene with all the pimps having a meeting led by an almost unrecognizable Arsenio Hall... *wheeze* And I hear they're turning it into an Adult Swim cartoon? Solid.My Netflix queue is getting very out of hand, mostly because a fair amount of it are TV series, and considering I've been slowly working through all of Law and Order SVU (which is a 22 hour per season commitment... and there are 11 seasons so far. Thankfully thanks to endless USA marathons I've seem most of them already but it's still kinda neat seeing them in order), I haven't been watching much of anything else, and every damn Tuesday they release more stuff I like/want to see (again) so yeah, it's getting unwieldy to say the least. I may have to make an early resolution to watch one of the actual movies and kill it from the queue every other day or so. Gah.
So um yeah, those were things.
cell23 and I ventured out in the downpour to dinner at Bubs B-B-Q last night, which was a very yummy treat. (Pulled pork sandwiches make me happy on all kinds of levels.) We ran into captainlove and his lady while we were there, and I think I startled all involved with my squee at actually seeing him after not for a long while, plus it was good to meet his girlfriend, seeing as it's rare to have him spew positively about someone, lol. But also it was just good to be out with the Manbeast. I'm the first to pooh pooh that whole going out on dates concept, being one to prefer the couch and TV as opposed to going anywhere, but once in a while it's good stuff. Especially with barbecue involved. Nom nom nom. not so spotless mind
Dec. 2nd, 2010 05:16 pmMOAR MEDIA CONSUMPTION AHOY.
So in keeping with the idea of clearing out my Netflix queue, instead of leaping right into season 6 of SVU after wrapping up #5, I decided to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind instead. It was a rough two hours for all of the obvious reasons, but I knew it was gonna be before I watched it (which is why it's been sitting on my queue for so long). Indeed, there was a time or two when I was all "you know what, I can't deal with this movie right now, I'm gonna turn it off." But I didn't. I finished it. And you know? it was a damn good movie and I'm glad I did even if it meant a moment or two of shoving through some massive personal squick&trigger.
Completely aside from the plot of the movie (I think going into a discussion of OMG THIS MOVIE IS TOTES RELATIVE TO MAI LYF! would be laughably redundant, so all I'll say is that Clementine would be me if I had more balls), its got me thinking again about myself and my cheesecloth boundary problem... and how 90% of the time, the person chronically violating my boundaries is me. I'm constantly making myself march through what feels like my own DMZ for reasons of which I'm becoming increasingly dubious. I suppose it doesn't help that these experiences often lead to a positive experience that may not have been had previously (the movie, for example) or at the very least a level of grim, spiteful satisfaction that I made it through whatever it was. I can think of quite a few examples where I was all "that sucked for me like fuck but I did it," (case in point, paragraph 1), as if I then expect the universe to pin a giant medal to my butt or something. Gold star for effort! Yeah-huh.
I think it wasbellarisa that once asked me why I was competing for the non-existent pair of gilded Big Girl Panties when all it was doing was hurting me. I've got no real explanation for why. The only things I can think of is the massive irrational need to not be thought of as a wuss or a drama queen (not that I've done all that great of a job avoiding the latter label). But under that is still a nasty little voice that likes nothing more than to tell me that my emotions, boundaries, comfort and mental well-being are basically worthless and stupid and any energy spent on enforcing/validating them is wasted.
Yeah about that. *sigh* Man, I hate the days when I have to sit and DEAL with the fact that I'm a lot more fucked up than I care to admit most of the time. At the same time I often wonder why I spend so much time and energy caring about that fact. Yes, okay, I've got enough issues to give your grandparents' 30 year collection of National Geographic a run for its money. But so does everyone else if you dig hard enough. Why do I care so much about people seeing mine? Oh yeah, that whole "you're 32 and fail at life" thing.
Feh. I'ma go get ready for game or something now.
So in keeping with the idea of clearing out my Netflix queue, instead of leaping right into season 6 of SVU after wrapping up #5, I decided to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind instead. It was a rough two hours for all of the obvious reasons, but I knew it was gonna be before I watched it (which is why it's been sitting on my queue for so long). Indeed, there was a time or two when I was all "you know what, I can't deal with this movie right now, I'm gonna turn it off." But I didn't. I finished it. And you know? it was a damn good movie and I'm glad I did even if it meant a moment or two of shoving through some massive personal squick&trigger.
Completely aside from the plot of the movie (I think going into a discussion of OMG THIS MOVIE IS TOTES RELATIVE TO MAI LYF! would be laughably redundant, so all I'll say is that Clementine would be me if I had more balls), its got me thinking again about myself and my cheesecloth boundary problem... and how 90% of the time, the person chronically violating my boundaries is me. I'm constantly making myself march through what feels like my own DMZ for reasons of which I'm becoming increasingly dubious. I suppose it doesn't help that these experiences often lead to a positive experience that may not have been had previously (the movie, for example) or at the very least a level of grim, spiteful satisfaction that I made it through whatever it was. I can think of quite a few examples where I was all "that sucked for me like fuck but I did it," (case in point, paragraph 1), as if I then expect the universe to pin a giant medal to my butt or something. Gold star for effort! Yeah-huh.
I think it was
bellarisa that once asked me why I was competing for the non-existent pair of gilded Big Girl Panties when all it was doing was hurting me. I've got no real explanation for why. The only things I can think of is the massive irrational need to not be thought of as a wuss or a drama queen (not that I've done all that great of a job avoiding the latter label). But under that is still a nasty little voice that likes nothing more than to tell me that my emotions, boundaries, comfort and mental well-being are basically worthless and stupid and any energy spent on enforcing/validating them is wasted. Yeah about that. *sigh* Man, I hate the days when I have to sit and DEAL with the fact that I'm a lot more fucked up than I care to admit most of the time. At the same time I often wonder why I spend so much time and energy caring about that fact. Yes, okay, I've got enough issues to give your grandparents' 30 year collection of National Geographic a run for its money. But so does everyone else if you dig hard enough. Why do I care so much about people seeing mine? Oh yeah, that whole "you're 32 and fail at life" thing.
Feh. I'ma go get ready for game or something now.
not so spotless mind
Dec. 2nd, 2010 05:16 pmMOAR MEDIA CONSUMPTION AHOY.
So in keeping with the idea of clearing out my Netflix queue, instead of leaping right into season 6 of SVU after wrapping up #5, I decided to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind instead. It was a rough two hours for all of the obvious reasons, but I knew it was gonna be before I watched it (which is why it's been sitting on my queue for so long). Indeed, there was a time or two when I was all "you know what, I can't deal with this movie right now, I'm gonna turn it off." But I didn't. I finished it. And you know? it was a damn good movie and I'm glad I did even if it meant a moment or two of shoving through some massive personal squick&trigger.
Completely aside from the plot of the movie (I think going into a discussion of OMG THIS MOVIE IS TOTES RELATIVE TO MAI LYF! would be laughably redundant, so all I'll say is that Clementine would be me if I had more balls), its got me thinking again about myself and my cheesecloth boundary problem... and how 90% of the time, the person chronically violating my boundaries is me. I'm constantly making myself march through what feels like my own DMZ for reasons of which I'm becoming increasingly dubious. I suppose it doesn't help that these experiences often lead to a positive experience that may not have been had previously (the movie, for example) or at the very least a level of grim, spiteful satisfaction that I made it through whatever it was. I can think of quite a few examples where I was all "that sucked for me like fuck but I did it," (case in point, paragraph 1), as if I then expect the universe to pin a giant medal to my butt or something. Gold star for effort! Yeah-huh.
I think it wasbellarisa that once asked me why I was competing for the non-existent pair of gilded Big Girl Panties when all it was doing was hurting me. I've got no real explanation for why. The only things I can think of is the massive irrational need to not be thought of as a wuss or a drama queen (not that I've done all that great of a job avoiding the latter label). But under that is still a nasty little voice that likes nothing more than to tell me that my emotions, boundaries, comfort and mental well-being are basically worthless and stupid and any energy spent on enforcing/validating them is wasted.
Yeah about that. *sigh* Man, I hate the days when I have to sit and DEAL with the fact that I'm a lot more fucked up than I care to admit most of the time. At the same time I often wonder why I spend so much time and energy caring about that fact. Yes, okay, I've got enough issues to give your grandparents' 30 year collection of National Geographic a run for its money. But so does everyone else if you dig hard enough. Why do I care so much about people seeing mine? Oh yeah, that whole "you're 32 and fail at life" thing.
Feh. I'ma go get ready for game or something now.
So in keeping with the idea of clearing out my Netflix queue, instead of leaping right into season 6 of SVU after wrapping up #5, I decided to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind instead. It was a rough two hours for all of the obvious reasons, but I knew it was gonna be before I watched it (which is why it's been sitting on my queue for so long). Indeed, there was a time or two when I was all "you know what, I can't deal with this movie right now, I'm gonna turn it off." But I didn't. I finished it. And you know? it was a damn good movie and I'm glad I did even if it meant a moment or two of shoving through some massive personal squick&trigger.
Completely aside from the plot of the movie (I think going into a discussion of OMG THIS MOVIE IS TOTES RELATIVE TO MAI LYF! would be laughably redundant, so all I'll say is that Clementine would be me if I had more balls), its got me thinking again about myself and my cheesecloth boundary problem... and how 90% of the time, the person chronically violating my boundaries is me. I'm constantly making myself march through what feels like my own DMZ for reasons of which I'm becoming increasingly dubious. I suppose it doesn't help that these experiences often lead to a positive experience that may not have been had previously (the movie, for example) or at the very least a level of grim, spiteful satisfaction that I made it through whatever it was. I can think of quite a few examples where I was all "that sucked for me like fuck but I did it," (case in point, paragraph 1), as if I then expect the universe to pin a giant medal to my butt or something. Gold star for effort! Yeah-huh.
I think it was
bellarisa that once asked me why I was competing for the non-existent pair of gilded Big Girl Panties when all it was doing was hurting me. I've got no real explanation for why. The only things I can think of is the massive irrational need to not be thought of as a wuss or a drama queen (not that I've done all that great of a job avoiding the latter label). But under that is still a nasty little voice that likes nothing more than to tell me that my emotions, boundaries, comfort and mental well-being are basically worthless and stupid and any energy spent on enforcing/validating them is wasted. Yeah about that. *sigh* Man, I hate the days when I have to sit and DEAL with the fact that I'm a lot more fucked up than I care to admit most of the time. At the same time I often wonder why I spend so much time and energy caring about that fact. Yes, okay, I've got enough issues to give your grandparents' 30 year collection of National Geographic a run for its money. But so does everyone else if you dig hard enough. Why do I care so much about people seeing mine? Oh yeah, that whole "you're 32 and fail at life" thing.
Feh. I'ma go get ready for game or something now.