TV

Xena, Weasels, and an IOU


IOU:

1) A post about the final week of my trip to Paraguay.

2) A review of Stovall Weems’ Awakening so Blogging for Books will still like me.

3) A review of Leonard Sweet’s I Am A Follower so BookSneeze will still like me.

But seeing as how all three of those are a bit slow in showing up here, in the meantime I leave you instead with my own Juanita and the truth behind the Xena series finale (link contains series spoilers):

*harrumph*

Cum Incidere: Part 1


So I’m watching Season 3 of “Xena,” right? And I’m up to “Vanishing Act,” right? Bruce Campbell as the King of Thieves, Gabrielle fighting a bidding war over non-goo, Xena sporting a giant fake  mole…

I love this show.

But I can’t just watch TV. Not when there’s also: The Internet.

So while watching the show I’m cruising the web via StumbleUpon, jumping from page to page, pic to pic. I look up at the TV to see this moment with Autolycus…

…and look back at my laptop to see the image StumbleUpon has just loaded on my screen:

I love The Internet.

I love technology. Always and forever.


(The first portion of this entry was originally written 11/10/08.)

When you’re unemployed and no one cares where you are, there’s no reason to be up at 7 am on a Monday morning.

But by golly I was.

I didn’t even get up that early when I had a job…

born_into_brothels_lrgI’m on my third movie for the day after visiting Blockbuster and the library. The first was too embarrassingly poor to mention, so we’ll start with number two, a documentary called Born Into Brothels. It follows American photographer Zana Briski‘s time spent in the red light district of Calcutta. In it she befriends the children of prostitutes and teaches them photography, helps a few of them get into schools, and sends one for a week long trip to Amsterdam to… study art? Ice skate? I don’t recall exactly what the base purpose of the trip was…

Interesting to see that side of the district through the viewfinders of a bunch of children, but so heartbreaking to see in the end how many of them either gave up the opportunities to get away from those hardships, and those who had these new opportunities taken from them by their guardians. And why do these guardians take these opportunities from their children? Because they need to keep them close to help make money? Sure. And out of jealousy of their potential to get away from the life that has already taken their own youth and destroyed them? Ah… Perhaps…

Maintaining the Indian theme of the evening I’ve moved on to The Mistress of Spices. I got it because I want to be Aishwarya Rai when I grow up, just– not Aishwarya Rai as she is in this movie. Yawn. The other downside of the movie is Dylan McDermott. Bigger yawn. The one upside is Zohra Sehgal. That woman could appear in every movie I ever see from now on and that would not be enough. She just looks and acts like someone you want to love.

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All righty dighty. Back to the present.

Just closed weekend number two of “The Philadelphia Story” at the Waukesha Civic Theatre. It’s been going really well, and I have to say I’m shocked at the  number of friends of mine who’ve come to see the show. I never have this many friends in attendance so it’s literally one *wow* after another when I step out of the green room to see who’s out there. It’s just so much more fun to get up there when you know you’re sharing the fun with people you actually enjoy and care about, you know?

Digging a few boxes out of my storage unit in the garage today. Got to find the rest of my winter clothes (Current temp: 34 degrees) and then figure out where in the heck I put my plastic window wrap. The windows in my building are awful about letting in drafts, but I’m hesitant to turn the heat on until I find a job. :S

On the subject of money savers, I’m thinking of lowering my internet connection to the next speed down and cancelling my Blockbuster subscription. $48/mo is just too much to be paying for internet access, and $13/mo for movie rentals– while still a great rate– is simply more than I can justify. I forsee a lot of evenings in the near future that feature me trying to make out shapes on the one local channel that comes in- in rolling, static filled black and white- on my TV set. :S

blog_rabbitearsWhy is it that nobody seems to be able to pick up tv stations any more unless they have cable? And I’m not talking about all that HD crap and getting those boxes and everything. I’m talking about– Well don’t you remember how when you were a kid you could just turn the TV on and there were anywhere between 10 and 20 stations that came in crystal clear? It was wonderful! No need for cable, no need for fancy converter boxes. Maybe a set of rabbit ears was perched permanently atop your set, but that’s a cheap, one time purchase, and with enough tinfoil counterbalanced on the ends of the antennas you could be golden for years with those things.

But now… I remember when my family first moved into their current house in 2002 and couldn’t get a single station without getting cable. I mean: NOTHING. Even went out and bought a fancy, expensive antenna to attach to the set (cheaper than cable!) and still they got ZERO reception even on local channels.

I never thought I could cancel movies AND fast internet. I thought I was too weak!

But Blockbuster? Yep. This will be my last month. *sigh* It was nice while it lasted. :P

“Feelin’ HOT HOT HOT! That’s all I know so far…”


Let’s start with the awesome news: I PAID OFF A BIG CHUNK OF MY CREDIT CARD TODAY!!

Technically I’m paying off that big chunk tomorrow, but I made the deposit today which will enable me to pay off that big chunk tomorrow. *meh* Tomayto-Tomahto.

Stayed home sick today. Better than yesterday, but still just… :P My mom came by around noon to keep me company. She brought chicken noodle soup, which we shared before playing two games of UpWords. She beat me both times. Who beats their kid? Their sick kid? Twice?!

I went on Craig’s List while she was here to look for ferret cages and found an awesome one for only $20 bucks! Some family’s moving and they had this old cage they hadn’t used in years so they priced it to sell since they just have zero use for it anymore.

It’s 3’w x 2.5’h x 1.5’d, really sturdy, has two latched openings on the front, and three shelf levels.

It’s like a ferret mansion.

I am stoked.

My future ferret(s), wherever (s)he is, is no doubt also stoked.

My mom came with me to pick up the cage and when we got to this family’s house they had a shitsu named Oreo- who looked just like my mom’s dog Patches- and when we walked up the driveway she came right up to me and when I knelt down by her she started nuzzling me and trying to climb up in my lap! So cute! And the cage was great. So woo. $20 well spent.

After we got back to the house mom ‘n’ I had spagetti-o’s (you know how we do) and then she took off back to the adventure that is Home.

I’m watching Disc 2 of Season Two of “The Office.” How does this show not get old for me?

“Once you’ve danced naked at a hash bonfire with the spirits of the dead, all parties seem pretty much the same.” Ahh Creed. And for a great how-to guide to making your own pruno, check out this page at Black Table.

I’m so uncomfortable watching these scenes where Pam and Karen are all friendly with each other. Karen’s nice and funny, but her selling point is that, well, she’s not like Pam.

I am.

I just don’t answer phones. And God help me: I don’t ever want to answer phones again.

It’s not the phone answering that bothers me. Surprised? (Shame on you. You should’ve seen this coming.) It’s the fact that, well it’s just a drag– all these little reminders of how much cooler these things are which just so happen to be my opposites.

I’m happy being Pam. *does cartwheels to prove happiness*And I have lots of friends who are also Pams, and know lots of people who really like Pams, so I’m not sitting here all forlorn and mopey. It just– man, after a while it just… Hm.

The thing is: You don’t have to be slammed to feel bad. Sometimes just hearing everything you’re not be constantly and loudly praised for the things that make them opposite is enough.

Stupid Maxim. And television. And hot, scantily clad Olympians

Poor crying Pam. If I get a boy ferret maybe I’ll name him Dwight.

While I was on Craig’s List earlier I checked out the Missed Connections page. Those silly radio guys. Oh so silly! anyway- the top one for Men Seeking Women in Milwaukee was this one:

Subject: You: pregnant, hot, and needing me – m4w – 30

Body: I like your round belly. Makes me want to slap yo baby. Let daddy have a little slappy lappy. Watch out baby. You do the baby rub a dub dance, I chase you, and slap a lap a. MmmMMmmMMmm.

Oh my Lord. I am never getting pregnant in this town.

“Chinese *was* my cheap suggestion.”


“Genius may have its limitations, but stupidity is not thus handicapped.”
Elbert Hubbard

“No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up.”
Lily Tomlin

The Profit Motive Behind The Sexualization Of ‘Tween Girls

… “A lot of very sexual products are being marketed to very young kids,” said Gigi Durham, author of The Lolita Effect. “I’m criticizing the unhealthy and damaging representations of girls’ sexuality, and how the media present girls’ sexuality in a way that’s tied to their profit motives. The body ideals presented in the media are virtually impossible to attain, but girls don’t always realize that, and they’ll buy an awful lot of products to try to achieve those bodies. There’s endless consumerism built around that.” …

In the book, Durham identifies five myths of sexuality and provides advice and resources for caring adults who want to discuss the issue with young girls.

The myths are:

— If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Bare a “Barbie body” as often as you can. But don’t celebrate or enjoy any other body type. “It’s really excluding a lot of girls from enjoying and recognizing pleasure in their own bodies,” Durham said.

— Anatomy of a sex goddess. “Media reinforce a ridiculous ideal of being both extremely thin and voluptuous — a body not found in nature,” Durham said. “You have to go through borderline starvation and plastic surgery to get it.”

— Pretty babies. Representations of sexual girls are getting younger and younger. Many of the images presented as the most sexually desirable are images of girls as young as 11 or 12. “It’s problematic in many ways: It encourages sexualization of girls too young to make good decisions about sex. It legitimizes the idea that young girls should be looked at as sexual partners. And, presenting pre-pubescent bodies as the sexual ideal pressures grown women to achieve the body of a child who hasn’t even matured yet,” Durham said.

— Sexual violence is hot. Media aimed at children — like PG-13 “slasher” movies — convey the message that violence is sexy or that sex should be violent.

— Girls don’t choose boys; boys choose girls — and only hot girls. Women and girls are supposed to focus on pleasing men. But little emphasis is placed on women taking pleasure in their own sexuality or bodies, or on guys striving to please gals, Durham said. “It’s a very one-way construction of sex.”

“The book definitely isn’t anti-sex,” Durham said. “It starts with the recognition that girls are sexual — everybody’s sexual — but that girls deserve good information that will help them make good decisions. We have the highest rate of teen pregnancy in the industrialized world, and a study by the Centers for Disease Control just reported that 1 in 4 teen girls in the U.S. has an STD. Clearly we’re not giving them the kind of information they need to take care of themselves sexually and transition to adulthood in safe ways.” …

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I’m writing a Craig’s List ad and let me tell ya’: It sucks. If I never put another letter between tags it’ll be too freakin’ soon.

Also: I wish I wasn’t already done with my spagetti-o’s and my Diet Mt. Dew, ’cause lemme tell ya– that was one tasty dinner. I could almost go for another can of Dew. Mmmmm… Diet Mt. Dew…

I’m a big girl. I have my own apartment. I have my own car. I pay my own bills. I am “I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T. Do you know what that means?

It means, foo’s, that I can have another can of Diet Mt. Dew if I want one.

I’m catching up on this season’s episodes of “The Office” and having. a. blast. The episode I’m watching now is the one where Michael gets called in to Jan’s deposition about her termination and everyone is given a copy of Michael’s personal diary. I *heart* Toby.

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Never mind. I don’t know if I really feel like a Diet Mt. Dew any more. Or– wait… Shoot. Deciding things is hard. :S

I wish I worked at Dunder Miflin. Or some place like Dunder Miflin. I wish there was a Dunder Miflin Milwaukee branch. I’d apply.

Knockin’ ’em out


“All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.”
– Cyril Connolly

What is up with these motivational poster parodies being everywhere all of a sudden? Seriously! I mean, I know that if there are this many out there it means this didn’t just start up recently, but boy are they making the rounds right now.

Found this site. Lots of ’em. Some funny. Some lame. The following win:

Muslims
Heights
Awesome
Protest
Vagina
Muslims

Justice
Islam
Pro Choice
Good Parenting
Potential

See? Funny!

Unless the links got all messed up. In which case: Whoops!

Watching Beyond The Sea. And then later I’m moving on to The Lion In Winter. My goal for this spring is to catch up on movies I  haven’t seen that make people’s jaws drop when they hear I haven’t found them, and on the movies I’ve wanted to watch for ages and have been skipping because I wasn’t in the right mood. Screw the “right mood;” yesterday was my birthday and I watched “The Hours” and “Finding Neverland.” There’s no such thing as the “right mood” this Spring. Just movies. Knockin’ ’em out, man.

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I’m watching last week’s episode of LOST online and they break for commercials every once in a while and they keep playing this HP commercial with Gwen Stefani doing a voice over about how hard creativity is to come by and… harajuku dolls… and printers… I don’t know. I’m not really paying attention to her. Except to the fact that when she talks she kind of sounds like a younger, more subdued Bif Naked. Particularly a younger, more subdued Bif Naked reciting “Isabelle.”