You Must Be Kidding

Friend Vortex

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:43:36 -0500

So there are these people, right? These people you like, and maybe once you had a really meaningful experience with this person.

And then one day…

well actually no

And then a series of experiences lasting up to a couple of months makes you realize you’ve drifted

And not because you wanted to, or because you were particularly busy, it just kind of happened

And you don’t want to be the sad one who is always instigating interactions, and neither do they, so you never talk to each other

And then you swirl into this vortex of mutual ignoring

And then you’re not really friends anymore

And it’s not that this person was your best friend, or that you even liked them all that much, but it’s the quantity of people in this category and the ambiguity of the relationship

It makes me wish all relationships ended with a “yeah don’t call me anymore.” Then I at least know I’m supposed to feel awkward when I see you at the Borders.

So fuck it, I’m just going to be the annoying girl who says hi too much until further “yeah don’t call me anymore”.

Read This

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 23:34:00 -0400

http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/newtonminow.htm

No seriously

Read it

Yeah I know it’s long, but there’s an mp3 you can listen along to so read it

Read It

Here are some of my favorite parts:

“Now what do we mean by “the public interest?” Some say the public interest is merely what interests the public. I disagree. And so does your distinguished president, Governor Collins. In a recent speech — and of course as I also told you yesterday — In a recent speech he said,

Broadcasting to serve the public interest, must have a soul and a conscience, a burning desire to excel, as well as to sell; the urge to build the character, citizenship, and intellectual stature of people, as well as to expand the gross national product. …By no means do I imply that broadcasters disregard the public interest. …But a much better job can be done, and should be done.”

“I have seen a great many television programs that seemed to me eminently worthwhile and I am not talking about the much bemoaned good old days of “Playhouse 90” and “Studio One.”
I’m talking about this past season. Some were wonderfully entertaining, such as “The Fabulous Fifties,” “The Fred Astaire Show,” and “The Bing Crosby Special”; some were dramatic and moving, such as Conrad’s “Victory” and “Twilight Zone”; some were marvelously informative, such as “The Nation’s Future,” “CBS Reports,” “The Valiant Years.” I could list many more — programs that I am sure everyone here felt enriched his own life and that of his family. When television is good, nothing — not the theater, not the magazines or newspapers — nothing is better.

But when television is bad, nothing is worse.”

“It is not enough to cater to the nation’s whims; you must also serve the nation’s needs. And I would add this: that if some of you persist in a relentless search for the highest rating and the lowest common denominator, you may very well lose your audience. “

” I am unalterably opposed to governmental censorship. There will be no suppression of programming which does not meet with bureaucratic tastes. Censorship strikes at the tap root of our free society.”

“You can tell your advertisers, “This is the high quality we are going to serve — take it or other people will. If you think you can find a better place to move automobiles, cigarettes, and soap, then go ahead and try.” Tell your sponsors to be less concerned with costs per thousand and more concerned with understanding per millions. And remind your stockholders that an investment in broadcasting is buying a share in public responsibility. The networks can start this industry on the road to freedom from the dictatorship of numbers.”

“No one knows how long it will be until a broadcast from a studio in New York will be viewed in India as well as in Indiana, will be seen in the Congo as it is seen in Chicago. But as surely as we are meeting here today, that day will come; and once again our world will shrink.”

“We need imagination in programming, not sterility; creativity, not imitation; experimentation, not conformity; excellence, not mediocrity. Television is filled with creative, imaginative people. You must strive to set them free.”

and the very best of all (if you won’t read it for this you’re a communist):

“Unfortunately, it does not reveal the depth of the penetration, or the intensity of reaction, and it never reveals what the acceptance would have been if what you gave them had been better — if all the forces of art and creativity and daring and imagination had been unleashed.”

Seriously though. For too long this speech has been known for calling TV stupid, when it’s doing the exact opposite.

So I know I haven’t posted in a while. And I know that...

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 09:26:21 -0400

So I know I haven’t posted in a while. And I know that this band was probably news 8 months ago and I’m totally behind the indie wave. But darnet, I like this song. And I like this fan-created video. It’s much better than the official music video which is on the creepy side of things.

Question, do I like all Grizzly Bear?

Never before heard. Only 24 hours old. Not sure if I like it...

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 21:29:48 -0400

Never before heard. Only 24 hours old. Not sure if I like it yet.

Video

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 19:00:26 -0400

Hey if you wanna gimme feedback on this dang song that would be...

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:36:05 -0400

Hey if you wanna gimme feedback on this dang song that would be all kinds o’cool. Mostly let me know how you feel about the drums with uke and the recording quality, balance, etc.

Mmmmkthxbai.

This song is in production. Chances are you cannot understand...

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:24:00 -0400

This song is in production. Chances are you cannot understand the lyrics. Why can you not understand the lyrics? Because I’m pretending to be rufus wainwright. Duh.

http://ia360619.us.archive.org/0/items/RufusPreview/RealRufusImpression.wav

Please Don't Cancel Dollhouse Song

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 11:08:52 -0400

Please Don't Cancel Dollhouse Song:

I swear it’s the last shameless self promotion of this plinky little song.

streeeeam of conciousnessssssssss

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 22:59:00 -0400

i hate it when i’m tired after a day of work and i just want to go home and watch battlestar galactica and eat ~~stolen~~ free bread with some fancy havarti and then some boy starts texting me and being all so what’re you doing and stuff and i want to say listen boy i don’t have patience for your shenanigans at the moment i just want to sit on my couch and eat cheese but I can’t say that and oh my god i’m liz lemon.

listening to "Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley"

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 19:01:53 -0400

listening to "Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley":

Hey, have I mentioned that I don’t mind waiting, even, if say, it takes a long long time?

listening to "Learn to Live With What You Are - Ben Folds"

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:20:48 -0400

listening to "Learn to Live With What You Are - Ben Folds":

Just want you for the things you couldn’t change, but you tried.

Best toaster ever? There’s a bsg one, too. It has, of...

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 11:37:14 -0400

Best toaster ever? There’s a bsg one, too. It has, of course, a frakkin toaster on it.

listening to "Don't You Forget About Me - Simple Minds"

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 19:30:36 -0400

listening to "Don't You Forget About Me - Simple Minds":

I desperately want a life where this is part of the soundtrack. I suppose I should just be happy that Alanis Morrisette isn’t part of it either.

Cat Slap

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 13:43:27 -0500

Cat Slap

listening to "Right Now - SR-71"

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:57:08 -0500

listening to "Right Now - SR-71":

Don’t care what ya’lls say, this one of my favorite songs ever.

unicode: thisiswhyyourefat: Baconnaise (via saramcpherson)

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 15:00:19 -0500

unicode:

thisiswhyyourefat:

Baconnaise

(via saramcpherson)

"As your irises fill with smoke from your cigarette, I reach for ruby red decanters, Way up upon..."

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:42:28 -0500

“As your irises fill with smoke from your cigarette,
I reach for ruby red decanters,
Way up upon shelves I thought I could forget,
Illuminated by the chinese lanterns.”

I have been in a foul mood lately.

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 03:57:50 -0500

And the darker my mood, the harder it is to find my boot straps.

listening to "When You Need A Laugh - Patsy Cline"

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 13:30:03 -0500

listening to "When You Need A Laugh - Patsy Cline":

Oh Patsy, who hurt you? Other than that plane crash I mean.

Being Misanthropic

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 01:44:00 -0500

Okay, I know it is the plight of sad young chubby girls who own cats and wear 1950s style dresses to complain about their lives. I know it is their destiny and their greatest fault. I do not want to complain to you peeps. I don’t. But I have to tell you, my birthday sucked. It’s not like this is a yearly thing. Last year rocked. I met some Nerd Fighters, went to manual’s, we went to the coke museum and fernbank the next day. AND THE VARSITY. This year just sucked.

Just plain sucked balls.

I couldn’t have cake because I’m on some crazy diet. I didn’t go out. I went to my parents’ (who are not talking to each other OR possibly just fine) where there was a grand banquet consisting publix rotisserie chicken (and that’s it) waiting for me. Oh yay! I know I’m on a crazy diet, but can’t you cut up some fucking cheese cubes?

My present was a bunch of regifted toiletries (at least I hope they were regifted. One of them was a “deluxe bath brush” to wash those hard to reach areas or whatever. I haven’t taken a bath since elementary school, so I hope she didn’t buy it. Baths freak me out. I’m a shower girl.) and cash. Cash? Are you a divorced dad in an early 90s movie? I’m mean, it’s fine from a granny, but my mom? I’m not trying to be an ungrateful bitch face, but for a quarter of the cash she could have bought me a CD I wanted, or a book on tape. It’s not like I didn’t list things I wanted on my blog or my amazon wishlist. Or like she couldn’t have looked at the endless list of music/movies/tv/books on my facebook (now that she’s on facebook) that I said I liked.

At least my dad’s gift was aimed at what I own and seem basically interested in. I got a tripod (because I’m often taking group pictures that I need to be in, or tape recording concerts…right?) and a subscription to an astronomy magazine. I mean, at least I like astronomy.

It’s not a money thing. My mom helps me out, she bought me a ukulele, and they’ve been very nice about this whole car wreck thing. But she could have made me a construction paper card and a weird 1940s show tune mix tape, and it would’ve been better than regifted toiletries and cash. I’ve had a rough week. Fuck it, I’ve had a rough year, and I needed someone to be all “i love you and it’s your birthday and even if you dropped out of school and have a messy house and some serious skin issues and wrecked your car or whatever, I think you’re special blah blah blah.” And my mom didn’t do that.

WTF?

I mean, she’s my mom!

And now I get to go to the awkward family gathering of the century for Ellie’s birthday. And I get to sit there and feel stupid because I feel jealous of a fucking baby because her birthday party had cake. (Actually mine had cake, but it was a cake I baked my mom for valentines day. Boy did I feel silly!) I mean she’s a baby! She poops herself! But people put some fucking thought in her gifts.

Anyway, I think it’s supposed to get better. There are more birthday celebrations this week that involve people far more insightful than my parents, as well as a dinner out with my parents post-diet that involves fondue. It wasn’t even the presents (although I don’t want to have to figure out where the hell I’m going to put my “deluxe bath brush”). It’s that there was no sense of “hey! it’s your birthday!” It was much more “It is your birthday” a la Dwight’s poster for Kelly on The Office.

“It is your birthday. Now open presents and watch SNL which you’ve already seen with your parents and squirm as awkward sketches about cougars and masturbation play. Then hole up in your childhood bedroom and watch television until your mom asks you to get her laundry out of the dryer before you go to bed, your father’s snore shakes the bedroom wall, and you’re forced to sneak some evil-tasting cinnamon schnapps so that you can fall asleep. Have an adequate birthday!”

The schnapps is hitting. I’m going to bed.

sincerely,

ungrateful bitch