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I've had a splitting headache for the past two days and now both boys have a stomach bug. Mrr. But! Buffy is on Netflix on Demand and damn if that isn't da bomb, kiddelerinos.

Two new New Yorker cartoons for your enjoyment. Click on them und chuckle. Ja, das ist ein Auftrag, you Princesses of Livejournal, you Queens of the Internets. xoxo
seldomifever: (nekid b/g)
I'm attempting to revive my poor, dead, prawny Dawnie story this morning. Thank heavens I've learned to interpret my intrepid beta-reader's carefully worded and occasionally vague comments well enough to know when she's politely saying, "This is crap." I'll be forever in her debt for not letting this one out of the gate early. Would have been disastrous. I'm not sure this piece is even worth a second chance, but since my other WIPs are giving me fits, I figure, what the heck. I can't hurt it.

I came across this bit of questionable feminism on the web this morning. The writer contends that all porn is rape, because consent doesn't exist in the industry. Can't say I agree, although this New Yorker article about a woman who works to free the numerous Eastern European women forced into the sex-slave trade makes me wonder if some of the people you see on the internet are these poor women. That's a seriously disturbing thought, but to say all porn is non-con is just plain silly.

Ah, enough of this fun. Gotta figure out how to make Dawn's sexual awakening story lighter, and less clomp-clompy and disturbing.
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Just read this funny piece in The New Yorker. S'even funnier because I amuse myself daily by saying, "God's punishing you" whenever something slightly crappy happens. My sense of humor definitely leans towards the dickish at times, but my intentions are always benign: "What? It's funny!" And in humor the ends do justify the meanies, I mean means, wouldn't you agree? Eh, probably not.

I'm gonna swing by Amok Time this morning after I pick up my daughter from tennis practice. I'm pretty sure today's the day the new Buffy comic's supposed to be released. I'm afraid once I read it whatever horrific event Joss has now chosen to inflict upon us will be burned indelibly into my brain, but there's no stopping the inevitable. Might as well suck it up and tear through it in one swift motion, don't you think? It won't hurt any less, but the sooner I accept the pain, the sooner I can learn to live with it.
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Ooh, just read a great article on Matthew Dickman and his twin brother, Michael, in this week's New Yorker. Fills me with fannish glee. Unfortunately, the only link I can give you is to an abridged version of the article. Must register for the full length. Bahstids. I'm thinking of buying everyone I know a copy of All-American Poem. Here's another one of my favorites from it.
seldomifever: (giles/ru)
I haven't been posting lately, because I am completely incapable of constructing even a semi-coherent sentence these days. I read this silly piece in The New Yorker recently that made fun of Palin's syntax, and I laughed and laughed and then realized, "Shit, I sound like that." Kind of killed my urge to blather.

Also, this cartoon cracked me up. And it has a cat.
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Good Grief! Fucking Texas.

Drive home from Cape took forever, but everyone kept their cool and their spirits up, so it was far less painful than it might have been. Literally took about three hours to go 50 miles, but that's what you get when you leave at 10am on a Saturday in August. We know better. Came home to this relevant New Yorker cartoon. It's funny, 'cause it's true.

Thought I had more to say, but I guess I really don't, so I'll just leave you with Matthew Dickman's fine poem this evening.
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Pup is suffering terribly as a result of his surgery. Physically, he's in pain, and he looks as if he can't stand the ignominy of wearing that ridiculous cone around his head. It catches on everything, and he just has the most pathetic look on his face. We've traumatized our dog. I feel terrible for him. He's also having the most difficult time taking a whiz. Poor Guthrie. When we got Gomez and Zelda fixed, they recovered likity splikity. Maybe it's different for cats. I guess we'll see when my daughter's new little kitty gets neutered. I know. Don't say it.

Erm, what else? I have a trillion things to do in my capacity as Class Mom, Assistant Class Mom, and Real Life Mom in the next week and a half. And time is running out! Parties to plan and run, gifts to buy. Husband and I are taking this weekend trip in celebration of fifteen years of marital bliss--our first ever without the children since we had 'em. Then next week, our VA friends are stopping by for a night on their way to Massachusetts. Then we have to drive daughter up to sleep away camp on the 29th. I took her to buy boots and a duffel bag and a new bathing suit this afternoon. This trip is costing a small fortune, but I know she's going to have a wonderful time. I loved camp. Of course, I spent the whole time either riding horses or making out with cute boys. Would be kinda cool if she got to do the same. Is there anything on earth that is more fun than kissing? I can't think of any. Greatest pastime ever.

And, because I cannot help but pretend that everything that interests me may interest you, here are a few links for your pleasure: First up, a discourse on theodicy entitled Holiday in Hellmouth. Ah, religion! You never cease to astound me.

Next, Hertzberg's mini commentary on Hillary's campaign. Think one crucial mistake he makes is that although the overt brutality committed against blacks cannot be denied, the notion that women have not and do not suffer in much the same way is one of the greatest, most misunderstood myths propagated in the history of the mankind.

And finally, a somewhat amusing diatribe on insomnia. This lady is singing my song.

offerings

May. 17th, 2008 01:30 pm
seldomifever: (shut up)
because these lines from Bob Hicok's poem are awesome:
“Osiris, we beseech thee, rise and give us baseball”
is how we might sound were we Egyptian in April


because this makes me giggle

because I'm fairly certain that this picture is blurry and can't for the life of me figure out why Anthony Head would use it

because this song rocks my socks off

looky

May. 3rd, 2008 10:08 pm
seldomifever: (scruffy)
More links for you to enjoy, because these cartoons amused me, this poem is fantastic, and David Sedaris rocks.
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I am digging my renewed subscription to The New Yorker. This cartoon, this poem, and this article bring me great joy. Although, to be fair, I haven't read through the whole zine yet, so there is the chance I'll come across things that make me even happier. I like to read magazines from back to front. Fascinating, yes?

Youngest had a high fever and vomited throughout the night, so, once again, I am running on empty. Somehow I managed to get a lot accomplished today anyway. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be brain dead. Three effs, baby.
seldomifever: (yum)
Hrm. Was watching a bit of an old ASH interview I downloaded from god knows where ages ago, and I just had to stop. He was as lovely as ever. I find his honesty refreshing. When asked why he was drawn to a role, he said that they offered him a lot of money. That's one thing I always enjoy about his interviews: he pretty much tells it like it is. I guess unless he's talking about Sarah. Is it possible for anyone to gush more over another person? I adore my spouse, but I just about never rave. Seems so disingenuous. Makes me think Mr. Head is kept emotionally off balance, or is just trying to keep the lunatic fans at bay. But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

So, I'm watching this interview, and he's...real. A real person, saying real things, and it makes me feel...awful. I've had this problem before when I first began reading fan fiction. I felt sorry for the actors. It seems kind of unfair to use them in stories the way we do. To post their image, manipulate their photos. God knows if they'd care. Probably just grateful someone somewhere is giving them a thought. But is that the point?

I love Giles the character. He's brilliant and generous and forgiving. Devoted. And he happens to be beautiful, because he shares his face with the very handsome actor who portrayed him. I enjoy ASH's work. I appreciate his performances in almost everything I've seen him in. But actors? Eh.

I feel kind of perverse and dirty suddenly, like I'm some sort of molester or something. Any thoughts? Anyone else plagued by this kind of distress? Or am I, as ever, alone?

And now for something completely different...

I thought this was pretty funny.
seldomifever: (16yroldb/g)
I enjoyed this article on Ian McKellen. Favorite quote: "They were the first men I was attracted to: long hair, tight trousers, dirty hands. Anyone would have fallen for them."
seldomifever: (giles closeup)
Dudes, His Dark Materials=serious love. My daughter says I just haven't read enough if I think they're the best books ever. Pfft! Know-it-alls.

I haven't been able to write a word since I got here. I was hoping the Cape would inspire me. I think it's only made my asthma worse. Ah, well...

My journal entries have been boring as hell, so I've decided that when I want to post that crap, I'll write it and set it to private setting. Most likely.

I have ambivalence about friend-locking entries and journals and the cutting of flist. I love reading other people's posts, even if they're just about every day stuff, but I can't beg to stay on a list, you know? I really like the people I've friended, though I understand if they need me gone. I'll probably end up here all alone. It won't be the first time I've had that experience--and I'm sure it won't be the last. ;)

Hope you are all well!

Ooh, and I'm adding this link to The New Yorker article that got me to read Pullman in the first place.
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My youngest son (5) has always been crazy about animals. He announced to us last year that he was a vegetarian, although he says he doesn't mind eating chicken. I've never truly understood the mind of a vegetarian, unless they're vegans (except for the whole no eggs, no milk thing). Veggies always seem to be able to justify eating things like fish. Aren't they sentient enough? I don't argue this point with my boy. As a parent, I want him to continue to eat protein.

He also has spent the past year wearing a Texas Longhorns hat (he likes the symbol of the cow+horns, not the team). He feels like his outfit is incomplete without his hat, and, if he can't find it, he'll wear his brother's batter's helmet or a dress-up astronaut hat. If he's wearing pjs, though, the hat must come off. It's not an essential part of that ensemble.

My son has plans to travel to Africa (or California) when he's older, where he hopes to take care of his favorite animal of all--the zebra. He often wears his Halloween zebra costume (sans hat). And every night, he makes us read We All Went on Safari. He's learning some Swahili, so he can speak to the natives in Tanzania. Before bed, his last words to me are always, "I hope I dream about zebras."

On a completely unrelated note, I am mad for this poem I read in The New Yorker.

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