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gwydion* Some asshole ambushed and killed two firemen for reasons unknown. Firefighting is incredibly hard on the body and takes a lot of courage. In most places, they are underpaid for what they do and the risks they take. We also generally screw them over for health care. The last thing they need is folks shooting them for doing a necessary and important service.
I do not know their names or what family they had, but it's a shitty thing to inflict on any family, especially as it may be ruining the holidays for some people for the rest of their lives. My dad died this time of year and my Mother could never celebrate the holidays the way she used to ever again. It's hard enough for adults, I can only imagine how much it would hur for children. To have it be such an unnecessary and senseless sort of human malevolence to take a husband, a lover, a father, a son so suddenly instead of my father's slow succumbig to cancer... Yeah. No fucking words.
* "Ruins of ancient hospital discovered in Sri Lanka's historic city of Anuradhapura:" http://www.colombopage.com/archive_12B/Dec16_1355635126CH.php
* How does my non-theistic ass spend Christmas Eve? I had a bunch of phone calls to make, so I did the East Coast ones before bed, set an alarm and did a bunch of West Coast ones in the afternoon. My sleep was crappy between me entering the bronchitis phase of the lung infection (The virus was clearing up, but the goo in my lungs bred the inevitable bacterial infection just as I started to get well. I'll need to try to get my lung guy to take me Wednesday), Hector throwing up, and phone calls, mostly from auto dialers. Gah! I watched a bunch more Glee. I the forced myself to dress and leave the house as meds don't pick themselves up and insurance checks don't cash themselves. I also dropped off a prezzie for the onsite landlord as she's been all kinds of cool this year. I also needed to mail a check at a secure box as I can't afford to have our power bill stolen. Two breathes *cough, cough,cough, cough* Two breathes *cough, cough,cough, cough* I was too late to get laundry quarters. Gah! Chinese food is traditional and my favorite Schezwan place was opened, but I bought magic soup instead and forced myself to eat some with spring rolls on the side for my lungs. It's going to be an ugly three or four days of chicken sick, but I'm two weeks in on this lung thing and it feels like maracas when I breath. I got enough food to last tomorrow as my spoon count's been really low with the infection, so I haven't made the tofurkey roast I bought for the holiday and suspect I shan't be up to it until I have proper anti-biotics. I dished out extra goosh in the vain hope of eating in peace. They still came to fight me for the rolls, but having full tummies, were less insistent. I've got some adult swim Christmas specials (the Krampus Venture Bros, the Morel Oral incredibly grim one). I may get out the best Christmas special of my adult life (season three of Supernatural with it's profoundly sad and beautiful ending). I've got my Halloween lights lit as any excuse for ghosts, bats, spiders, and purple fairy lights. This is about as Christmassy as it gets here at the cat asylum. BTW, the big box of fudge turned out to be an accident at the Fudge Factory, but it's free so I'm calling it a gift from the Universe.
* So Glee Season 3 here. I'm at the godawful proposal as of this evening, and only have the first three discs for this watching.:
General Stuff: I like that they are giving Mike Chang plot. Tina is clearly the best girlfriend ever. I continue to be team Puck and love the slow arc of him growing up that's been going on the whole run of the show even though his decisions still make me wince now and then. Finnchell continues to be a train wreck. I continue to hate Shue with a fiery passion and wishing Emma had the self esteem to find someone better. I like that they are fleshing out Becky, and letting Santana sing more. I loved all the politics stuff. I continue to love Burt Hummel just generally.
I don't think I'll ever forgive Finn. Y'all know how I feel about outing; bonus Asshole points for pretending he did it for her and not to her; Extra Douchebaggery on top for making it all about him. Fuck you forever Finn!
More Depth on Klaine, Sebastian, and Santana: The thing that grabbed me is how rapey the Uptown Girl sequence is. The Warbler choreography under Blaine reminded me of songbirds in cages. In Uptown Girl, it reminded me of a horde of rate or wolves. The woman had that fixed smile on her face. I kept thinking how fake it looked, like she was pretending their behavior was cute and eccentric, while underneath it was terrifying. It was certainly terrifying to me. I thing the song choice was interesting, given the class issues underlying that scene, how opposite it was. They are rich, after all, and private school employees are generally paid significantly worse than Public school counterparts. Assuming that the woman is a employee at the school, they have taken a supposedly romantic song about a working class boy dating a rich girl and turning it into a pack of rich boys sexually harassing a working class woman. It's clearly part of the complicated class narrative going on from season two, but I think I need more thinking to piece the whole thought together.
I'm sticking to my belief that Dalton in Season 2 is Private School on it's best behavior showing surface polish to parents and Dalton of Season 3 is Private school as it is when the grown ups aren't looking, red of tooth and claw, full of quiet violence and sexual threat. Sebastian reminds me of Todd McGarghy, who used to siddle up to me in places like the lunch line or class where I couldn't get away and whisper his rape fantasies about me into my ear every day starting in sixth grade. I spent a lot of time avoiding letting him and guys like Holenbeck corner me anywhere private. It makes me genuinely scared for Santana's safety every single confrontation they have.
I'm with rm about Blaine, but we've always been on the same page with him: that it's all an act to convince everyone he's okay when he's so very much not. That he's profoundly damaged and it may have to do with molestation. The masturbation talk scene creeped me out. I took a lot of boy's virginities back in the day. I've seen a whole host of first time anxieties from boys. Blaine's response to things is full of red flags, and his pretending it's all about Kurt and not his own issues says he's not worked through things enough to talk honestly to Kurt about it, which in turn says he's likely not ready to be with someone and the crash is going to be ugly. Add this to the only able to express lust when drinking and the can't draw boundaries with Sebastian thing, and yeah, I'm doing the map and coming up all the places you are. The way he drinks scares me. It reminds me of a scary downward spiral that happened to a boy I dated as a college sophomore. There's social drinking and then there's "I'm really fucked up and not handling it" drinking. That looks like the second kind and that goes bad places fast even though right now it's only the one or two social beers stage. I dated several guys back in the day who had a mature looking "I have it all together" facade that crumbled when you touched it wrong. I'm Klaine all the way, but I'm scared for both of them because I see the warning signs and I've traveled that dark passage several times before I was twenty one and didn't handle it all that well. Its hard enough as an adult with adult relationship tools. To do it that young... I so wasn't ready despite all the other shit I survived. I don't think Kurt's ready despite all the other shit he's survived either. I get exactly how that sort of life ages you faster in some ways but having been there I also get how it tricks you into thinking you can handle anything, and it's not the case.
* I just hit 2400 notes on that Tumblr thing. I think the friending is stabilizing as some of the people who friended me in the middle of the craze have duly unfriended me on discovering the weird posting patchwork I do, but the movement's fluctuating at around the same number. I'm glad it's pretty much over, as it was exhausting and baffling.
* In memory of my Mother, her favorite carol: http://youtu.be/wi-5L4VRCLM
* In memory of my Father, his favorite: http://youtu.be/yRljpaOe2YI
* As is traditional: http://youtu.be/NrAwK9juhhY
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I do not know their names or what family they had, but it's a shitty thing to inflict on any family, especially as it may be ruining the holidays for some people for the rest of their lives. My dad died this time of year and my Mother could never celebrate the holidays the way she used to ever again. It's hard enough for adults, I can only imagine how much it would hur for children. To have it be such an unnecessary and senseless sort of human malevolence to take a husband, a lover, a father, a son so suddenly instead of my father's slow succumbig to cancer... Yeah. No fucking words.
* "Ruins of ancient hospital discovered in Sri Lanka's historic city of Anuradhapura:" http://www.colombopage.com/archive_12B/Dec16_1355635126CH.php
* How does my non-theistic ass spend Christmas Eve? I had a bunch of phone calls to make, so I did the East Coast ones before bed, set an alarm and did a bunch of West Coast ones in the afternoon. My sleep was crappy between me entering the bronchitis phase of the lung infection (The virus was clearing up, but the goo in my lungs bred the inevitable bacterial infection just as I started to get well. I'll need to try to get my lung guy to take me Wednesday), Hector throwing up, and phone calls, mostly from auto dialers. Gah! I watched a bunch more Glee. I the forced myself to dress and leave the house as meds don't pick themselves up and insurance checks don't cash themselves. I also dropped off a prezzie for the onsite landlord as she's been all kinds of cool this year. I also needed to mail a check at a secure box as I can't afford to have our power bill stolen. Two breathes *cough, cough,cough, cough* Two breathes *cough, cough,cough, cough* I was too late to get laundry quarters. Gah! Chinese food is traditional and my favorite Schezwan place was opened, but I bought magic soup instead and forced myself to eat some with spring rolls on the side for my lungs. It's going to be an ugly three or four days of chicken sick, but I'm two weeks in on this lung thing and it feels like maracas when I breath. I got enough food to last tomorrow as my spoon count's been really low with the infection, so I haven't made the tofurkey roast I bought for the holiday and suspect I shan't be up to it until I have proper anti-biotics. I dished out extra goosh in the vain hope of eating in peace. They still came to fight me for the rolls, but having full tummies, were less insistent. I've got some adult swim Christmas specials (the Krampus Venture Bros, the Morel Oral incredibly grim one). I may get out the best Christmas special of my adult life (season three of Supernatural with it's profoundly sad and beautiful ending). I've got my Halloween lights lit as any excuse for ghosts, bats, spiders, and purple fairy lights. This is about as Christmassy as it gets here at the cat asylum. BTW, the big box of fudge turned out to be an accident at the Fudge Factory, but it's free so I'm calling it a gift from the Universe.
* So Glee Season 3 here. I'm at the godawful proposal as of this evening, and only have the first three discs for this watching.:
General Stuff: I like that they are giving Mike Chang plot. Tina is clearly the best girlfriend ever. I continue to be team Puck and love the slow arc of him growing up that's been going on the whole run of the show even though his decisions still make me wince now and then. Finnchell continues to be a train wreck. I continue to hate Shue with a fiery passion and wishing Emma had the self esteem to find someone better. I like that they are fleshing out Becky, and letting Santana sing more. I loved all the politics stuff. I continue to love Burt Hummel just generally.
I don't think I'll ever forgive Finn. Y'all know how I feel about outing; bonus Asshole points for pretending he did it for her and not to her; Extra Douchebaggery on top for making it all about him. Fuck you forever Finn!
More Depth on Klaine, Sebastian, and Santana: The thing that grabbed me is how rapey the Uptown Girl sequence is. The Warbler choreography under Blaine reminded me of songbirds in cages. In Uptown Girl, it reminded me of a horde of rate or wolves. The woman had that fixed smile on her face. I kept thinking how fake it looked, like she was pretending their behavior was cute and eccentric, while underneath it was terrifying. It was certainly terrifying to me. I thing the song choice was interesting, given the class issues underlying that scene, how opposite it was. They are rich, after all, and private school employees are generally paid significantly worse than Public school counterparts. Assuming that the woman is a employee at the school, they have taken a supposedly romantic song about a working class boy dating a rich girl and turning it into a pack of rich boys sexually harassing a working class woman. It's clearly part of the complicated class narrative going on from season two, but I think I need more thinking to piece the whole thought together.
I'm sticking to my belief that Dalton in Season 2 is Private School on it's best behavior showing surface polish to parents and Dalton of Season 3 is Private school as it is when the grown ups aren't looking, red of tooth and claw, full of quiet violence and sexual threat. Sebastian reminds me of Todd McGarghy, who used to siddle up to me in places like the lunch line or class where I couldn't get away and whisper his rape fantasies about me into my ear every day starting in sixth grade. I spent a lot of time avoiding letting him and guys like Holenbeck corner me anywhere private. It makes me genuinely scared for Santana's safety every single confrontation they have.
I'm with rm about Blaine, but we've always been on the same page with him: that it's all an act to convince everyone he's okay when he's so very much not. That he's profoundly damaged and it may have to do with molestation. The masturbation talk scene creeped me out. I took a lot of boy's virginities back in the day. I've seen a whole host of first time anxieties from boys. Blaine's response to things is full of red flags, and his pretending it's all about Kurt and not his own issues says he's not worked through things enough to talk honestly to Kurt about it, which in turn says he's likely not ready to be with someone and the crash is going to be ugly. Add this to the only able to express lust when drinking and the can't draw boundaries with Sebastian thing, and yeah, I'm doing the map and coming up all the places you are. The way he drinks scares me. It reminds me of a scary downward spiral that happened to a boy I dated as a college sophomore. There's social drinking and then there's "I'm really fucked up and not handling it" drinking. That looks like the second kind and that goes bad places fast even though right now it's only the one or two social beers stage. I dated several guys back in the day who had a mature looking "I have it all together" facade that crumbled when you touched it wrong. I'm Klaine all the way, but I'm scared for both of them because I see the warning signs and I've traveled that dark passage several times before I was twenty one and didn't handle it all that well. Its hard enough as an adult with adult relationship tools. To do it that young... I so wasn't ready despite all the other shit I survived. I don't think Kurt's ready despite all the other shit he's survived either. I get exactly how that sort of life ages you faster in some ways but having been there I also get how it tricks you into thinking you can handle anything, and it's not the case.
* I just hit 2400 notes on that Tumblr thing. I think the friending is stabilizing as some of the people who friended me in the middle of the craze have duly unfriended me on discovering the weird posting patchwork I do, but the movement's fluctuating at around the same number. I'm glad it's pretty much over, as it was exhausting and baffling.
* In memory of my Mother, her favorite carol: http://youtu.be/wi-5L4VRCLM
* In memory of my Father, his favorite: http://youtu.be/yRljpaOe2YI
* As is traditional: http://youtu.be/NrAwK9juhhY
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