| I love you? |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:10 pm] |
The League on FX is looking to be a smart, funny ensemble comedy. Watch it now; it can't last long (c.f. Sports Night). |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:45 pm] |
Making some lobster wontons and hoping they come out great! :D
Hopefully getting to spend the day with a friend tomorrow because it's pretty much the last chance I'll get to spend a whole day with him once school starts on Tuesday! |
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| Maybe Far Away or Maybe Real Nearby ... |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
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| | she's sittin' playin' piano, he's sittin' payin' a bill ... | ] |
Wow, so what have I been up to in the last nine days or so?
Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill ...
I got to go see Annie at the Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt. While there were some rough spots (a blasted cell phone rang for a good five minutes right in the middle of it, throwing off the actors timing in one scene), overall it was a fantastic performance.
You should have seen me. Or perhaps not. :P I was in full fan-girl mode: jumping up and down, counting down the minutes until curtain, in sobbing hysterical tears the minute the first strains of Maybe reached my ears. (It's true, you can't take me anywhere.) I cried almost every song and I knew all of the words, which I gently mouthed along the whole time while bouncing up and down in my seat in an embarrassingly childish manner. Even though not everyone was able to hit all of the notes, it did not distract me from my full-on love fest that I have for this musical.
Their one mistake was givin' up me ...
All I could think about is the time when I saw Annie at the Lyric in Baltimore in 1997 as a freshman in high school with a wealthier family friend who I called Aunt Lil, merely days before my parents decided to end their 20+ year marriage. Afterward, how I related to Little Orphan Annie's struggle to find hope in Depression-Era New York was a central psychological theme throughout my high school years.
I remember when I hit bottom in high school in early 1999, six months after the death of my stepmother and right after her son moved away. I'd often cut school and walk to the public library to write poems in my salt and pepper notebook. My saddest, most depressing poem definitely had a lot of references from Annie and how I felt I'd forgotten how to feel things like hope or approach life in any other way than merely surviving. Wake up, open my eyes, breathe in, breathe out, repeat. Stanzas heavily laden with Maybe references, of course.
It was quite pathetic, but I really felt my life was over and that my family and friends had turned against me for good, that I had finished being useful to the world in any way, shape, or form.
( Cut (ahahah CUT!!!) for really bad pre-emo sixteen year old girl poetry )
Haha. Oh, gloomy sixteen year old me was never Emily Dickinson, that's for sure. But even then I still I thought a lot of Annie. I struggled, sure, but I never gave up. A year after writing this poem, I was happier than I'd ever been. After my mother moved me to Denton and I began my days anew at a new school, I was fully grateful for a second chance to be happy, well-adjusted, and safe. :D
Betcha he reads, betcha she sews, Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes
Watching a live performance of Annie now reminds me not only about that time in my life, but also the passage of time and how far I've come from those days. It also makes me miss my Dad a lot. I remember coming home every day and having him be there. I wish I had seen and known he was unhappy. I wish I could remember our last Christmas together in that house or the last Thanksgiving. I'm thankful that I can remember the first Christmas afterward, when everybody was happy about being separated because they found love and I was happy because I got SO MANY PRESENTS that year!
Maybe they're strict, as straight as a line. Don't really care as long as they're mine ...
However, as an adult I wonder what my Dad and I have to talk about. And really I wish I visited him more just to watch TV and not talk at all. I remember my evenings with him and Susan and she and him would talk for hours in the kitchen and I'd strum my guitar and I'd know peace. Unfortunately, our lives were very different and I didn't feel that near the end he was happy having me in the house. And both of us spend so little time together now I get shy calling him, not knowing what to say or what he expects of me. I am so grateful that we are on good terms, but time flies between visits and before you know it he's been all over the world again and I've missed it.
So maybe now this prayer's the last one of its kind ...
I watched the 1982 film Annie starring Carol Burnett every single day as a child with my parents. I also watched the Wizard of Oz. My dad would get so delighted when I sang songs from those movies. He'd sing along with me and sometimes sit me in his lap in front of his stereo with a microphone among all the model airplanes and his artwork and we'd duet together while mom smiled: two-year old me and thirty-year old him, being incredibly relaxed and silly and the dog wagging her tail in time.
Won't you please come get your baby?
All these memories, and much darker, uglier ones I have chosen not to share, unlocked in the first strains of Maybe.
Maybe.
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| Hey now, hey now now |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|08:29 pm] |
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| | SING THIS CORROSION TO ME | ] |
I need to go out for a goth night. That's right bitches. Night before Thanksgiving. Embers. Be there or be square. |
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| are you freakin' kidding me????????????????????????? |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|07:39 pm] |
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So in an inexplicable fit of pique, the governor of Rhode Island vetoed a bill giving domestic partners the right to claim the bodies of and make funeral arrangements for their loved ones.
Seriously?
For realsies?
cuz it is so goddamned threatening to the american way to have people able to mourn their long-term partners? And that puts us on the slippery slope to *gasp* teh gai MARRIAGE?
This is beyond petty. It is spiteful, hateful, abhorrent. I think I'll donate to whomever runs against this [insert unspeakably foul term here].
thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gwyd for bringing this to my attention.
read all about it here if you dare.
http://www.projo.com/news/content/Carcieri_vetoes_11-11-09_KFGDHKT_v15.3b3baf2.html |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
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you know, there's some days when i start to feel the burn. and I gotta take a second to breath. take a few hours off. or even a night.. and stop worrying for a second. |
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| Glasgow NE by-election liveblogging |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|01:42 am] |
Yes, of course I've been quiet about it - our lot would have had between zero and buckley's chance of winning in this yellow-dog Labour fortress even if our candidate were the Archangel Gabriel, no matter what the bar-chart waving pollyannas may say. Hard truth, but cold fact. Doubt if it'll be as low as eighth, as the Greens reckon, but that's the Greens for you, and this is Glasgow after all. This could be as bad as our previous low water mark at Hamilton, but as I say it's a no-hope seat. The result will be here, though, just as you've come to expect. So much for the midnight finish; very slow for such a poor (32%) turnout, and supposedly down to spoilt papers. What's worrying about this turnout is it may or may not mean that the BNP will either finish third or keep its deposit or both. The knuckle-dragging Orange vote there, marvellous. I notice Tommy's been very quiet this time around; it's not like Mr Sheridan to hide his light under a bushel. Perhaps our Tommy correspondent loveandgarbage could cast some light onto this?
By the way, who on earth at the BBC hired the hopeless Laura Kuenssberg (sp?) as a correspondent? My cat knows more about psephology than she does; you can't extrapolate the results of an ultra-safe seat like this on a national scale.
Closer to home, I see the question of dodgy communalist voting has reared its ugly head once more; and the same will happen again in Bradford West next time, trust me. It's always a tricky one to report; it's almost as if any time anyone opens their mouths about it, the parties concerned will invariably play the race card. The Conservative Association in question played a masterstroke last time, though, in choosing the otherwise useless Robertshaw to fight and win in Bowling and Barkerend, as a "look at us we're real actual conservatives, not communalist chancers, honest guv" move; and while I don't go along with the doomsaying from both Labour and the Tories re Bradford East (it's just a mixture of psy-ops and that they hate David and Jeanette), the presence of Riaz on the Tory ticket is going to put pussy well and truly among the pigeons.
Anyway... more to come, result will be here as soon as it's called.
1.50 AM - appears that the Tory has finished third ahead of the BNP, though whether the fash held their deposit is a moot point. Sounds unlikely that they have; fingers crossed.
1.52 AM - talk from the count of a Labour majority of 8,000. See comments re "yellow-dog Labour" above.
1.55 AM Here it is;
Charlie Baillie - British National Party 1,013
William Bain - Labour 12,231
Eileen Baxendale - Liberal Democrats 474
Mev Brown - Independent 32
Colin Campbell - The Individuals Labour and Tory (Tilt) 13
Ruth Davidson - Conservatives 1,075
David Doherty - Scottish Greens 332
Mikey Hughes - Independent 54
David Kerr - SNP 4,120
Louise McDaid - Socialist Labour Party 47
Kevin McVey - Scottish Socialist Party 152
Tommy Sheridan - Solidarity 794
John Smeaton - Independent Backed by the Jury Team 258
43 spoilt papers
LAB GAIN (from Speaker) - MAJ 8,111
Sixth place then, behind the BNP and Sheridan, albeit in a seat where, realistically, there was no point in running anything more than a paper candidate. But still, a very poor do. If Rennard was still running the show he'd spin this as a 2% increase since the General Election :) At least the fash did lose their deposit - just; if one fact can be drawn from this by-election result, it just proves that apathy only helps crazed extremists like the BNP. You can bet none of them failed to turn up at the polling stations yesterday, and they'll be there at the General, so staying at home and wishing a plague 'pon all their houses is not an option! But of course you don't need me to tell you that. |
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| "It's A Beautiful World — For You... |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|07:32 pm] |
It's not for me."
Don't click on that link. Seriously. Just don't. I only posted it here as a self-reminder...
Damned, dirty apes.
ETA: At least tonight's Chicago Bears game will help cheer me up, right?
Oh, wait... |
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| Apophallation |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|04:27 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | music |
| | black angels - manipulation | ] |
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apophallation:
Apophallation is a technique resorted to by some species of air-breathing land slugs such as Limax maximus and Ariolimax spp. In these species of hermaphroditic terrestrial gastropod mollusks, after mating, if the slugs cannot successfully separate, a deliberate amputating of the penis takes place.
The slugs are hermaphroditic and have a full set of organs of both sexes. They have relatively large penises which, during mating, wrap around each other in a tight spiral. They sometimes have difficulty separating afterwards. When separating seems impossible, one slug gnaws off either its own, or its partner's penis, so that separation is then possible. No replacement penis grows, and the apophallated slug adopts a purely female function from that point onward. Now you know! |
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