I will do a proper birthday write up, I pretty much usually do, but friggin' Norfolk mail didn't deliver yesterday, so I'll see what I get today, and then there's chatting with the Ficus and figuring out if he's visiting, or if our revelry for me being old enough to purchase alcohol will have to wait. It would be lame for it to be delayed for another two weeks because until Thanksgiving.
But onto my thoughts. I haven't written not really, since before I was sick. I wrote while I was sick, but that only barely counts. On a positive side, I seriously have not been depressed since I had my kidney infection. Before I was writing my usual 'oh woah is me! Nobody loves me, I have no body I'm oh so fucking alone' type of crap because that's what it's always about. Then I was sick, and I've been pretty alright. I've been doodlin' and I do have a whole mess of sketches in my personal sketchbook and my class sketch book to scan one of these days. It'll be 'fun' sitting in Webb scanning 11x14" sheets of paper covered in silly pencil sketches, and some 'figure studies'. I put apostrophes around that because I was never looking at people, I imagined the figure I wanted to draw.
So, I saw my school's performance of Dracula on Saturday night, the last night of the show. It was pretty entertaining. I did enjoy the show, then I masochistically decided to help strike the set. I say masochistically because three days later my back, neck and arms are a little sore. But I plan on helping again in the future. Striking is fun. Best quote from the night was one of the prop masters found a black pump, just one shoe. I called it 'Cinderella's Goth Slipper' he called it 'Cinderellas Goth Fuck-Me Pump' me and two or three other people who heard it paused, then laughed. Pretty funny. Then after strike when the actors and crew got to eat, I was chatting with I think the lighting master/teacher whatever, and he remembered me from striking the Rocky Horror set from two years ago. Hell, I think I wrote up striking Rocky, but being remembered from two years ago from a more or less one off meeting is always pretty interesting.
So, I had this thought. I checked out this awesome photo that Paulo Coelho took when he went ot Kazakhstan back in 2005 and he was with some members of the village [i think he said village] who were out falcon hunting. My thoughts on this aren't on the hunting, though, the falcon was huge and a gorgeous animal. It was that he was wearing all black. It made me think that there's a weird dichotomy with wearing black. Depending on the type of black clothing you wear you can either look distinguished, you can look elegant, or you can look like you're emo, goth or depressed. I was just thinking that, it's kind of interesting. I know that depending on how anything is worn it can change how people will perceive the wearer. Black is just such a pivitol color it seems at time that the thought stood out the most to me when I saw that photo. Thinking about it, just about any time someone wants to dress up and look good, they wear black. Why is black the color of distinction? It has been considered slimming, and ever year something come out as 'the new black' but black still reigns. Nothing else lasts for more than a season as the color to wear before black is back. Or, they'll both be big together. My question on this point all together is, why black? But I also like rich darker colors. Wine or burgundy reds, royal blue and the like. The rich dark colors are some of my favorites. They have been. In the right type of suit with the right accents these color can work, or as accents with the black.
I'm not too sure where my thoughts on color are going, but it did start from my question of 'why black' after thinking about how it works for two types of people that society might not necessarily consider all that similar at face value.
Jasmine P.
November 10, 2009
November 1, 2009
A Short List of Speling Short Cuts that Irritate Me
I'm not talking about 'text speak' but that pisses me the fuck off. I'm talking about some things that are becoming more 'common' in the English language. I know languages evolve, but these bother me because they don't look right. I'm not an English major, thinking about becoming a minor, but that would be in literature not composition, but that aside. Here are a few things I've seen written that bother me.
"altho" is not "although"
"thru" is not "through"
"tuff" is not "tough"
"tho" is not "though"
I said it was a short list. I know there are plenty more that bother me, but I can't think of them at the moment. For this to be a much more thorough rant I would probably go into the whys and I'd elaborate on why I dislike text-speak. Simply, I dislike text-speak because people use it verbally and sound ignorant, or they use it while writing on the internet, when they easily have a full keyboard at their disposal. I don't understand why they can't use every letter. I mean, it's not like it's a telegram where you have to pay for every letter.
Jasmine P.
"altho" is not "although"
"thru" is not "through"
"tuff" is not "tough"
"tho" is not "though"
I said it was a short list. I know there are plenty more that bother me, but I can't think of them at the moment. For this to be a much more thorough rant I would probably go into the whys and I'd elaborate on why I dislike text-speak. Simply, I dislike text-speak because people use it verbally and sound ignorant, or they use it while writing on the internet, when they easily have a full keyboard at their disposal. I don't understand why they can't use every letter. I mean, it's not like it's a telegram where you have to pay for every letter.
Jasmine P.
October 25, 2009
American Flaws
I just read a journal posted on deviantart by a member called Humon. She's been posting cute and silly little comics mostly about Scandinavian countries, but also other countries around the world. She's getting flack from people who don't like how she's portraying their own countries and consider her to be racist. She kind of just wants people to let the jokes and silliness stand, but also to not take things so personally. It's based on stereotypes, which in a way are based in truth of how other people perceive something to be. I perceive people who wear all black and dye their hair black and one other stupid color to be emo, that's not always the case, but it's a stereotype. Just like how back in the early 20th century women were considered to unstable to be able to vote o do a man's job. Blacks were considered to be too ignorant to to do anything other than menial labor, ever.
This all come back to an ignorant comment written by someone who was bore in 1993. that's... 16 years old. Someone else posted the valid point that they're some America and laugh at how America is depicted. That's fine, the issue I took was from the 16 year old who said 'Why not laugh at America, there are SO many flaws.'
It's that type of thinking that starts hate to begin with. No country is perfect, if that were the case people would be flocking there because the land would be made out f rainbows and sunshine. Puppies would be given away free on every street corner, there'd be no need for most of our laws because those issues would be nonexistent. People would be hired solely on their ability, skin color would play no part, so in theory there would be an even mixture of every skin-tone.
That is not the case. Yes, I agree that America has flaws, I see them pretty much every day, but I don't think the answer is leaving this country. In looking at British tabloid-news and the flack that's been falling there about Jan Moir's insensitive article and Nick Griffin now being lambasted in the public for being a Nazi, let's say sympathizer, those are issues in Britain. In talking in my not-really American Literature course we spoke about how few rights there are for women in other countries. All that are flaws. But if America is so fucked up, why are people flocking to come here. Some legally, some not, but in some instances all people want is to move to America. Some Americans want nothing more than to move out. Yes, this country has it's flaws, but in today's era of time they're not that bad, sometimes. In the past 100 years we have learned what to do and what not to do and things have changed. There are voting rights across the nation, people can't be barred from the polls. There are equal opportunity rights for rental, purchase, hiring et cetera in this nations. Laws are being passed every year to protect more people who in the past have gotten the short end of the stick. Not every country can talk about working towards that sort of acceptance for so many countries.
I'm not saying America is perfect, and I'm not saying it's a hellhole. It's another country, like so many other First World Countries where our issues are bourgeois such as 'oh no! there's a scratch in my car' or 'oh no! the screen on my 80 bajillion dollar electronic is cracked' and not something like 'oh shit! My neighboring country is invading and killing all my villagers' or 'oh shit-fuck! That factory up river is dumping billions of gallons of chemical waste into the river where my cooking water comes from' or 'oh shit! I now have HIV, am passing it onto my kid, an am dying of malaria.' I'm not trying to trivialize every issues that Americans may have, but when they're compared to the lives of people who don't have what we have, safety regulations for pretty much everything. People are trying which counts for more that people want to think.
Yes, America has it's flaws an I see them much more glaringly so than other countries because I haven't bee to other countries. Every country has different flaws for where they are in having money so they can work to bettering things for their country. America has made it so far and in the youngest major power in the world. That counts for something, but with such rapid progress and change, some corners were cut and events that happened hundreds of years ago are now happening in America.
I don't think I properly addressed what I wanted to say, but it kind of ties into my journal from a few weeks ago about people complaining about attending college at ODU, or complaining about America while still living here. I'll end this with one of my mother's mottoes. ''It could be worse, so I can't complain.'
Jasmine P.
This all come back to an ignorant comment written by someone who was bore in 1993. that's... 16 years old. Someone else posted the valid point that they're some America and laugh at how America is depicted. That's fine, the issue I took was from the 16 year old who said 'Why not laugh at America, there are SO many flaws.'
It's that type of thinking that starts hate to begin with. No country is perfect, if that were the case people would be flocking there because the land would be made out f rainbows and sunshine. Puppies would be given away free on every street corner, there'd be no need for most of our laws because those issues would be nonexistent. People would be hired solely on their ability, skin color would play no part, so in theory there would be an even mixture of every skin-tone.
That is not the case. Yes, I agree that America has flaws, I see them pretty much every day, but I don't think the answer is leaving this country. In looking at British tabloid-news and the flack that's been falling there about Jan Moir's insensitive article and Nick Griffin now being lambasted in the public for being a Nazi, let's say sympathizer, those are issues in Britain. In talking in my not-really American Literature course we spoke about how few rights there are for women in other countries. All that are flaws. But if America is so fucked up, why are people flocking to come here. Some legally, some not, but in some instances all people want is to move to America. Some Americans want nothing more than to move out. Yes, this country has it's flaws, but in today's era of time they're not that bad, sometimes. In the past 100 years we have learned what to do and what not to do and things have changed. There are voting rights across the nation, people can't be barred from the polls. There are equal opportunity rights for rental, purchase, hiring et cetera in this nations. Laws are being passed every year to protect more people who in the past have gotten the short end of the stick. Not every country can talk about working towards that sort of acceptance for so many countries.
I'm not saying America is perfect, and I'm not saying it's a hellhole. It's another country, like so many other First World Countries where our issues are bourgeois such as 'oh no! there's a scratch in my car' or 'oh no! the screen on my 80 bajillion dollar electronic is cracked' and not something like 'oh shit! My neighboring country is invading and killing all my villagers' or 'oh shit-fuck! That factory up river is dumping billions of gallons of chemical waste into the river where my cooking water comes from' or 'oh shit! I now have HIV, am passing it onto my kid, an am dying of malaria.' I'm not trying to trivialize every issues that Americans may have, but when they're compared to the lives of people who don't have what we have, safety regulations for pretty much everything. People are trying which counts for more that people want to think.
Yes, America has it's flaws an I see them much more glaringly so than other countries because I haven't bee to other countries. Every country has different flaws for where they are in having money so they can work to bettering things for their country. America has made it so far and in the youngest major power in the world. That counts for something, but with such rapid progress and change, some corners were cut and events that happened hundreds of years ago are now happening in America.
I don't think I properly addressed what I wanted to say, but it kind of ties into my journal from a few weeks ago about people complaining about attending college at ODU, or complaining about America while still living here. I'll end this with one of my mother's mottoes. ''It could be worse, so I can't complain.'
Jasmine P.
October 18, 2009
200-306 Movie List
It continues. Getting into the home stretch, actually. I will succeed for the year, maybe next year there will be a different challenge. Onto the lists:
200) Little Miss Sunshine w. writer & director comm: July 16
Jasmine P.
200) Little Miss Sunshine w. writer & director comm: July 16
201) Thank You For Smoking: July 16
202) Thank You For Smoking w. director commentary: July 17
203) Thank You For Smoking w. dir and actor comm: July 17
204) Vulgar: July 17
Singing Till I'm Blue in the Face
This list started off with some songs that travel through music. Tunes carry the story.
205) Little Shop of Horrors (1987): July 19
206) Little Shop of Horrors (1987) w. commentary: July 19
207) The Singing Detective: July 19
208) What Dreams May Come: July 20
209) Finding Neverland: July 20
210) Soldier’s Girl: July 23
211) Soldier’s Girl w. commentry: July 24
212) The Red Violin: July 24
213) The Corpse Bride: July 24
214) Dog Day Afternoon: July 25
215) The Godfather: July 27
216) The Godfather part II: July 28
217) The Godfather part III: July 28
218) Food, inc.: July 29
219) Scarface: July 30
220) Scent of a Woman: July 30
221) Serpico: July 30
Righteous Praise to Pacino
This title is a wee bit late, but the sentiment is still the same. Pacino when he was younger, was fucking adorable, attractive and is still incredibly impressive as an actor.
Amendment: maybe I spoke a little soon. There’s a fair few Pacino flicks on this list. Not as many as the last, but there are some
222) …And Justice For All: Aug 1
223) …And Justice for All w. commentary: Aug 1
224) Wet Hot American Summer: Aug 2
225) Wet Hot American Summer with commentary: Aug 2
226) Donnie Brasco: Aug 3
227) A Righteous Kill: Aug 4
228) Blade Runner: Aug 4
229) Lords of Dogtown w. Z-Boys commentary: Aug 4
230) I’m Through with White Girls (The Inevitable Undoing of Jay Brooks):Aug 6
231) Lakeview Terrace: Aug 8
232) Kentucky Fried Movie: Aug 9
233) Kentucky Fried Movie w. Commentary: Aug 9
234) Live Free or Die Hard [pg-13]: Aug 10
235) Bonnie and Clyde: Aug 10
And this is Thrilla! Thrilla yeah
Whee!! Free movies, and apparently a thriller genre marathon. Haha, awesome.
236) Vantage Point: Aug 11
237) 88 Minutes: Aug 11
238) The Contract: Aug 12
239) Enemy of the State: Aug 12
240) Men in Black: Aug 13
241) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: Aug 13
242) Short Circuit: Aug 13
243) The Green Mile: Aug 14
245) Assault on Precinst 13 (1976): Aug 14
246) Armageddon: Aug 15
246) The Fifth Element: Aug 15
247) Crusing: Aug 16
248) Die Hard: Aug 17
24 Frames a second
I actually ventures forth for a movie in a theater. There will be more than one of those on this list before too long.
249) District 9: Aug 18
250) Plan 9 From Outer Space: Aug 19
251) M*A*S*H*: Aug 19
252) M*A*S*H* w. commentary: Aug 20
253) Glengarry Glen Ross: Aug 21
254) Glengarry Glen Ross w. commentary: Aug 21
255) Inglourious Basterds: Aug 21
256) Author! Author!: Aug 21
257) The Last Boy Scout: Aug 22
258) The Motorcycle Diaries: Aug 22
259) 1984 (1984): Aug 23
260) Dazed and Confused: Aug 25
261) Jaws: Aug 25
262) Death Proof: Aug 25
263) Ocean’s Eleven: Aug 29
264) Ocean’s Eleven w. actor comm: Aug 30
Fucked Up and some Soderbergh
265) Harold and Maude: Aug 31
266) Sex, Lies and Videotape: Sept 4
267) Insomnia: Sept 6
268) The Departed: Sept 6
269) Scarface (1932): Sept 10
270) Taxi Driver: Sept 13
271) Traffic: Sept 13
272) Traffic w. director & writer commentary: Sept 16
273) Groundhog Day: Sept 16
274) Minority Report: Sept 19
275) Hot Fuzz: Sept 19
276) Hot Fuzz w. Wright & Pegg commentary: Sept 20
277) Hot Fuzz with Wright & Tarantino commentary: Sept 20
278) Dead Right: Sept 20
279) Dead Right w. Wright commentary: Sept 20
280) Dead Right w. Frost and Pegg commentary: Sept 20
281) Adventureland: Sept 21
I have some fucking jaffa cakes in my pocket!!
282) Adventureland w/ commentary: Sept 24
283) Heat: Sept 25
284) Heat w. commentary: Sept 25
285) Hot Fuzz w. police character commentary: Sept 26
286) Hot Fuzz w. Sanford comm: Sept 26
287) Hot Fuzz w. ref. police commentary: Sept 26
288) Rounders: Sept 27
289) Rounders w. poker player commentary: Sept 27
290) Rounders w. comm: Oct 1
291) Blacula: Oct 2
292) Scream Blacula, Scream: Oct 3
293) Dog Day Afternoon w. commentary: Oct 3
294) Woodstock: 3 Days of Peace and Music: Documentary: Oct 4
Pre-production
Wow, my titles for these keep getting more and more stupid…but que sera… ~70 movies to go…Sweet.
295) Snatch: Oct 6
296) Snatch w. commentary/: Oct 6
297) Son of Rambow: Oct 7
298) Son of Rambow w. commentary: Oct 7
299) Things to do in Denver when you’re dead: Oct 8
300) Be Kind Rewind: Oct 10
301) In Bruges: Oct 10
302) Run Fat Boy Run: Oct 12
303) Chinatown: Oct 12
304) Lock, Stock and Two-Smoking Barrels: Oct 16
305) Sleepy Hollow: Oct 17
306) Sleepy Hollow w. commentary: Oct 18
Jasmine P.
October 11, 2009
I spend a lot of time on Twitter, well TweetDeck specifically. It has ended up becoming my first source for news because I'm not really news mined enough to just go and check out Washington Post, or NY Times that often. I'll glance at CNN every now and again, Hufington Post when I decide I want to laugh at the right then hate the left for bieng just as bad as the right, and periodically I check out BBC for the fuck of it. I'll read interesting sounding news links, as bad as it is, I have sensationalist leanings toward my news, and every now and again the sensation is actually news and not just attention fodder, so it works out.
I have had varied conversations with people I don't know, people I don't know if I'll ever meet and those have been interesting. I'm am entirely intrigued by my followers. I consider myself to be a comic and art person, but I have a habit of talking about movies a lot. My followers astound me. I truly wonder how they find me. I know it's from the front page, or my '@' mentions to people, but still, I'm an 'Internet Nobody' and there are a few people I don't know IRL who take any time to read the stupid things I spout every day. I may post a movie quote, a song lyric, other quotes, or I end up just cursing the stupid things in life that happen. I promote my dA account periodically when I post stuff, but other than that my Twitter is just a place for me to yell into the void, just so what I have to say is heard by something and doesn't just echo off my skull.
But for me this relatively short and not super verbose journal is a wee bit of a shot out to some of the people I follow. On TweetDeck I have people broken down based on how/why I follow them, in some cases people who know each other if I have no other reason, and what they do. From Left to Right it's: All Friends, DA People, Thinkers, News, Webcomicers, Comics, Directors, Actors & Celebs, Critics and Reviews, Writers, Real Friends. My real friends are so far to the right because they as a collective don't say as much as the other groups, and they're always a pleasant surprise when I finally sit down and read my tweets. The groups have grown as the number of people I follow increases. It is currently at 152 accounts. It will grow. I break them down as such so going through all of them is less overwhelming. Some of the groups were one group until I realized I had too many in one group, Webcomics/Comics is one such, as are 'Directors-Writers' it's broken apart for my sanity.
But from all of my groups there are my gems. I'm taking a moment to highlight some of the accounts that I follow and a little bit about why.
@Joe_Hunter: Somebody I watched over on dA starting just this past January. It's been an amusing ride thus far. Conversations btween here and dA are an amusing combination of 'why the fuck do you have the Internet' and 'Hay! This movie owns!!1!' and 'Fuck I want to shoot my 13 year-old self in the face'. A person I gab with and horrify because it's all good and amusing.
@ThatKevinSmith I like the man's movies. They make me laugh and were a part of my shift in movie culture this year, it's been an avalanche ride since I finally sat down and rented Clerks back in February. His lve for his wife is easy to see, and the crudeness all in all I find amusing. I'm also a nosy frig, so taking a peek at someone else's life with as candid as he is in intriguing.
@mental_floss: Just about any sort of trivia can and will pop up here. I like trivia, I love the magazine and it's one of my favorite sites to check out when I'm killing time. It's also one of the accounts I retweet the most because their random trivia is always interesting to read, and I think some people need more random facts in their life.
@JonathanAmes: I was first introduced to his larger than life writing when I picked up 'The Alcoholic' out of the blue in my campus bookstore, and I do not regret that move. His writing is real life fantasy, some thing seem amazingly fantastic, but it's not shroud in magic, it's from his amusing way of looking at the world. His tweets are about his new TV show, and... not sure what else, I've only recently started following him on twitter.
@PauloCoelho: I loved The Alchemist when I was first assigned to read it back in 9th grade Pre-IB English I. I liked the adventure, I had a great introduction to his writing then. I didn't read another thing of his until I got to college and bought The Alchemist again, and some of his other books. His tweets are interesting, they kind of make me evaluate my life, my world and the people around me. Not so much in a negative fashion, but to get another look at things. He's very active with his posts, philosophical.
@EdgarWright and @JasonReitman I put these two together because it's their combined banter that makes me laugh. Edgar is doing a daily photoblog this year, so those are interesting to see. I like hearing about interaction between the directors as they're both editing films at the moment, or as they're taking them to different festivals.
@Slashfilm, @FirstShowing, @MovieGeeks a trifecta of movie reviewers and critics right there. I hear about a air number of movies from these accounts which is cool. Only downside to following them is it makes me really want to get to a movie festival some time, and also makes me annoyed that nothing interesting happens in Virginia, and if something does, it's far as fuck away from Hampton Roads.
@CameronStewart is the writer and artist for a Harvey Award Winning webcomic Sin Titulo. He has angry comments about Canada, nice comments about Canada and talks about drawing professional comics. He shares sketches periodically, and is pretty entertaining
@CalaveraKid another person makin' with the funny pages on and off the internet. His two comics are awesome to see when he has the chance to update, life and conventions happen often. Kukuburi is full of adventure, bright colors and a story that I can't wait to see how it continues. His other comic Butternut Squash is a slice of life comic that is fun to read. Fantastically silly happenings
@hawkster @ananathymous @aidosaur @konistehrad and @grohac all together inter-tweet and their collective conversations are entertaining. Hawkster draws Applegeeks, Ananthymous writes for both AG and Johnny*Wander which Aidosaur draws. The last two are friends of theirs, but between reading J*W and them on twitter their lives are highly amusing to read/see about. I've been reading AG for years and totally hopped over to J*W when Ananath started pimping it last fall.
@Serafinowicz I really only know him as 'Dwayne' from Spaced and the roommate from Shaun of the Dead, but he's been amusing to follow. He spends a bit of time every day tweeting short jokes which I know I've retweeted on more than one occasion.
@StehenFry He just is. I dunno really what to say, he's an English actor. Comedian, friend to Hugh Laurie who is a technophile and writes a blog where he periodically reviews new bits of technology that gets released. I enjoy following him. I dunno what else to say.
@Theory101* he is my best friend and a good third of things I quote are because I know he'll get a kick out of it. We frequent different universities and talk and quote the same shit all the time. He is The Ficus of awesome, he's a special frig, and that's how it should be. He's also the inspiration for Ficusxander the Great, yeah. Fuck yeah, best friends.
Well, for other people I follow and who happen to follow me, it's nothing against you for me not saying something, I just had more to say about these. This year I've been wrapped up in the romanticism of movies and film which may in part explain why I chose these accounts to begin with. I may do this again, go through the accounts I follow and comment on them. I'd work at not repeating accounts from this one, or I may go to some of those I copped out on and give better reasons for why I like following them. I mean, this is barely the tip of the following iceberg here. I think it's easy to see where I lost concentration when I typed this, but it's still something. I've been needing to just write for me for the past week, and here is it. I guess this one's for me, and for everyone I decided to pimp.
Jasmine P.
*note! he has a locked account as is, so no link will be provided...as if I don't openly tweet to him anyway, but no link nonetheless. Enjoy :)
I have had varied conversations with people I don't know, people I don't know if I'll ever meet and those have been interesting. I'm am entirely intrigued by my followers. I consider myself to be a comic and art person, but I have a habit of talking about movies a lot. My followers astound me. I truly wonder how they find me. I know it's from the front page, or my '@' mentions to people, but still, I'm an 'Internet Nobody' and there are a few people I don't know IRL who take any time to read the stupid things I spout every day. I may post a movie quote, a song lyric, other quotes, or I end up just cursing the stupid things in life that happen. I promote my dA account periodically when I post stuff, but other than that my Twitter is just a place for me to yell into the void, just so what I have to say is heard by something and doesn't just echo off my skull.
But for me this relatively short and not super verbose journal is a wee bit of a shot out to some of the people I follow. On TweetDeck I have people broken down based on how/why I follow them, in some cases people who know each other if I have no other reason, and what they do. From Left to Right it's: All Friends, DA People, Thinkers, News, Webcomicers, Comics, Directors, Actors & Celebs, Critics and Reviews, Writers, Real Friends. My real friends are so far to the right because they as a collective don't say as much as the other groups, and they're always a pleasant surprise when I finally sit down and read my tweets. The groups have grown as the number of people I follow increases. It is currently at 152 accounts. It will grow. I break them down as such so going through all of them is less overwhelming. Some of the groups were one group until I realized I had too many in one group, Webcomics/Comics is one such, as are 'Directors-Writers' it's broken apart for my sanity.
But from all of my groups there are my gems. I'm taking a moment to highlight some of the accounts that I follow and a little bit about why.
@Joe_Hunter: Somebody I watched over on dA starting just this past January. It's been an amusing ride thus far. Conversations btween here and dA are an amusing combination of 'why the fuck do you have the Internet' and 'Hay! This movie owns!!1!' and 'Fuck I want to shoot my 13 year-old self in the face'. A person I gab with and horrify because it's all good and amusing.
@ThatKevinSmith I like the man's movies. They make me laugh and were a part of my shift in movie culture this year, it's been an avalanche ride since I finally sat down and rented Clerks back in February. His lve for his wife is easy to see, and the crudeness all in all I find amusing. I'm also a nosy frig, so taking a peek at someone else's life with as candid as he is in intriguing.
@mental_floss: Just about any sort of trivia can and will pop up here. I like trivia, I love the magazine and it's one of my favorite sites to check out when I'm killing time. It's also one of the accounts I retweet the most because their random trivia is always interesting to read, and I think some people need more random facts in their life.
@JonathanAmes: I was first introduced to his larger than life writing when I picked up 'The Alcoholic' out of the blue in my campus bookstore, and I do not regret that move. His writing is real life fantasy, some thing seem amazingly fantastic, but it's not shroud in magic, it's from his amusing way of looking at the world. His tweets are about his new TV show, and... not sure what else, I've only recently started following him on twitter.
@PauloCoelho: I loved The Alchemist when I was first assigned to read it back in 9th grade Pre-IB English I. I liked the adventure, I had a great introduction to his writing then. I didn't read another thing of his until I got to college and bought The Alchemist again, and some of his other books. His tweets are interesting, they kind of make me evaluate my life, my world and the people around me. Not so much in a negative fashion, but to get another look at things. He's very active with his posts, philosophical.
@EdgarWright and @JasonReitman I put these two together because it's their combined banter that makes me laugh. Edgar is doing a daily photoblog this year, so those are interesting to see. I like hearing about interaction between the directors as they're both editing films at the moment, or as they're taking them to different festivals.
@Slashfilm, @FirstShowing, @MovieGeeks a trifecta of movie reviewers and critics right there. I hear about a air number of movies from these accounts which is cool. Only downside to following them is it makes me really want to get to a movie festival some time, and also makes me annoyed that nothing interesting happens in Virginia, and if something does, it's far as fuck away from Hampton Roads.
@CameronStewart is the writer and artist for a Harvey Award Winning webcomic Sin Titulo. He has angry comments about Canada, nice comments about Canada and talks about drawing professional comics. He shares sketches periodically, and is pretty entertaining
@CalaveraKid another person makin' with the funny pages on and off the internet. His two comics are awesome to see when he has the chance to update, life and conventions happen often. Kukuburi is full of adventure, bright colors and a story that I can't wait to see how it continues. His other comic Butternut Squash is a slice of life comic that is fun to read. Fantastically silly happenings
@hawkster @ananathymous @aidosaur @konistehrad and @grohac all together inter-tweet and their collective conversations are entertaining. Hawkster draws Applegeeks, Ananthymous writes for both AG and Johnny*Wander which Aidosaur draws. The last two are friends of theirs, but between reading J*W and them on twitter their lives are highly amusing to read/see about. I've been reading AG for years and totally hopped over to J*W when Ananath started pimping it last fall.
@Serafinowicz I really only know him as 'Dwayne' from Spaced and the roommate from Shaun of the Dead, but he's been amusing to follow. He spends a bit of time every day tweeting short jokes which I know I've retweeted on more than one occasion.
@StehenFry He just is. I dunno really what to say, he's an English actor. Comedian, friend to Hugh Laurie who is a technophile and writes a blog where he periodically reviews new bits of technology that gets released. I enjoy following him. I dunno what else to say.
@Theory101* he is my best friend and a good third of things I quote are because I know he'll get a kick out of it. We frequent different universities and talk and quote the same shit all the time. He is The Ficus of awesome, he's a special frig, and that's how it should be. He's also the inspiration for Ficusxander the Great, yeah. Fuck yeah, best friends.
Well, for other people I follow and who happen to follow me, it's nothing against you for me not saying something, I just had more to say about these. This year I've been wrapped up in the romanticism of movies and film which may in part explain why I chose these accounts to begin with. I may do this again, go through the accounts I follow and comment on them. I'd work at not repeating accounts from this one, or I may go to some of those I copped out on and give better reasons for why I like following them. I mean, this is barely the tip of the following iceberg here. I think it's easy to see where I lost concentration when I typed this, but it's still something. I've been needing to just write for me for the past week, and here is it. I guess this one's for me, and for everyone I decided to pimp.
Jasmine P.
*note! he has a locked account as is, so no link will be provided...as if I don't openly tweet to him anyway, but no link nonetheless. Enjoy :)
October 4, 2009
Life- At A Glance
I dunno, kind of wanted to prove to myself that I can write without being irrational angry or irritated with something. I am saddened by the fact that I haven't 'reviewed' a movie in over a month. I've watched plenty, just not really reviewed them. I have some beginning in Word for 1932 Scarface, Heat, and Rounders, but seem to be nowhere near actually getting them done. I'm also fighting my desire to wrap up the year three months early. I might write it, but not post it because I like what I had, how it was planned out. This 'year in review' is very movie centric because all I did this friggin' year was watch movies, but I would have addressed it and how I feel it affected me.
But that is for another post.
This past week hasn't been as hellish as it might have been. A CS assignment was less annoying than I initially thought it would be because it didn't use the CS software. I had to look up how to do some things, but that's just because it's a different layout than Word 2003 is, and I just didn't know where some of the options were.
I had my stressful night when I thought Duke had died Wednesday morning, only to be sleeping. That would have been more sucky than it had been if not for Nick Frost replying to me on twitter. That made me morning. It was fucking auto-magically made better, so it's all good.
I got introduced to some new music on Friday, and will hopefully have my new CDs by the end of the week. One is a Swedish band called Movits! they're an odd jazz-rap combo, but I like it. I also finally shelled out the dough for the MASH soundtrack, then again, I really just want Suicide is Painless, but the entire soundtrack should be interesting to have. After watching the Woodstock Doc, I want more things by a band called Canned Heat from the 60s.
Jasmine P.
But that is for another post.
This past week hasn't been as hellish as it might have been. A CS assignment was less annoying than I initially thought it would be because it didn't use the CS software. I had to look up how to do some things, but that's just because it's a different layout than Word 2003 is, and I just didn't know where some of the options were.
I had my stressful night when I thought Duke had died Wednesday morning, only to be sleeping. That would have been more sucky than it had been if not for Nick Frost replying to me on twitter. That made me morning. It was fucking auto-magically made better, so it's all good.
I got introduced to some new music on Friday, and will hopefully have my new CDs by the end of the week. One is a Swedish band called Movits! they're an odd jazz-rap combo, but I like it. I also finally shelled out the dough for the MASH soundtrack, then again, I really just want Suicide is Painless, but the entire soundtrack should be interesting to have. After watching the Woodstock Doc, I want more things by a band called Canned Heat from the 60s.
Jasmine P.
September 26, 2009
I Am A Judgemental Scunt
Earlier this week I was having a conversation about inappropriate clothing with some people in my local coffee shop, Borjo, and ultimately realized I am a judgemental scunt when it comes to other people's clothing. In part it's based in my mother's opinion, but it's also about a bit of professionalism. I mean, going to class is baggy messy clothing is one thing, but going to class in pajamas looks like you don't care about how you present yourself, or shorts that are just barely more material than your underoos looks very whorish in my opinion
These are all so fucking unnecessary to wear on a daily basis to classes. It's not really warm, we keep getting cold, wet and rainy days and girls are going to class in these. Going out in shorts that cover so little is unnecessary. There's a time and a place for things like this, and going to class on a daily basis is neither of those. I mean, I've seen more pantyshots than I'd ever care to because people's clothes are stupid small. I mean, why not just go out in your panties, these aren't really covering much. I see girls, sitting in chairs, trying to pull their two inches of 'skirt' or 'shorts' down because their legs are cold or are touching the seat. I mean, really. You don't know who had what on where and you're showing that much leg. It's not like we're at the fucking beach. I think I'd be a little less judgemental if I saw this at the beach. But no, people are going to college classes dressed as if they're tricks.
I think my biggest issue is the lack of professionalism in wearing clothing like this. If I ran a business, I would not take someone seriously if they came into my place of business wearing something like this. Hell, even if it was retail, if someone is coming to me for a job, I want them to dress at least as professional as they need to. Business casual or something similar and not the shortest shorts they can find.
I look at girls around campus wearing this crap and seriously, the first thing I think is that they look like tramps. It leaves so little to the imagination that if I were a guy I wouldn't see the need in talking to someone dressed like this. With someone who dresses like they have some sort of sense there's a challenge. A challenge of getting them out of their clothes, but also the challenge of actually getting to know them. Someone who dresses like this in my eyes, doesn't present themself as someone who really has a lot of self esteem, and therefore has to dress like this beause they want the attention that so little clothing brings.
I'm not saying women should be wearing hemlines to their ankles and to not show any skin ever, but be classy about it. If not classy, dress to be respected, it doesn't always have to be to impress. I have never thought I looked like much more than a bum in what I wear on a day-to-day basis, but hell, I like wearing hat, I bought a new one that looks more 'presentable' so when I talk to professors I don't have a pin that says 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck' above my temple. Hell, most days I think I look like a bum, baggy pants, a tee from threadless and a cap. I've overweight and usually cold so I grab a sweatshirt or something in general to cover my arms. When I need to look a bit better, I do. That second photo if from my summer conference, we didn't have to be super dressed up, but I did want to dress nicer than my day-to-day of tee-shirts and apparent gender ambiguity. I'm a function over fashion individual, so yes, I wanted to look a bit nice, but I dislike skirts for the simple reason if I need to haul ass, a skirt is a whore and a half to run in, and if I can help it, you know, it's nice to not give people a chunky-panty-shot as I'm running from a fire or some shit.
All in all, I'm judgemental, and I think most girls on my college campus look like whores on a daily basis. There's a time and a place for short-shorts, but class every day is not one of those places and seriously not one of those times.
Jasmine P.
These are all so fucking unnecessary to wear on a daily basis to classes. It's not really warm, we keep getting cold, wet and rainy days and girls are going to class in these. Going out in shorts that cover so little is unnecessary. There's a time and a place for things like this, and going to class on a daily basis is neither of those. I mean, I've seen more pantyshots than I'd ever care to because people's clothes are stupid small. I mean, why not just go out in your panties, these aren't really covering much. I see girls, sitting in chairs, trying to pull their two inches of 'skirt' or 'shorts' down because their legs are cold or are touching the seat. I mean, really. You don't know who had what on where and you're showing that much leg. It's not like we're at the fucking beach. I think I'd be a little less judgemental if I saw this at the beach. But no, people are going to college classes dressed as if they're tricks.
I think my biggest issue is the lack of professionalism in wearing clothing like this. If I ran a business, I would not take someone seriously if they came into my place of business wearing something like this. Hell, even if it was retail, if someone is coming to me for a job, I want them to dress at least as professional as they need to. Business casual or something similar and not the shortest shorts they can find.I look at girls around campus wearing this crap and seriously, the first thing I think is that they look like tramps. It leaves so little to the imagination that if I were a guy I wouldn't see the need in talking to someone dressed like this. With someone who dresses like they have some sort of sense there's a challenge. A challenge of getting them out of their clothes, but also the challenge of actually getting to know them. Someone who dresses like this in my eyes, doesn't present themself as someone who really has a lot of self esteem, and therefore has to dress like this beause they want the attention that so little clothing brings.
I'm not saying women should be wearing hemlines to their ankles and to not show any skin ever, but be classy about it. If not classy, dress to be respected, it doesn't always have to be to impress. I have never thought I looked like much more than a bum in what I wear on a day-to-day basis, but hell, I like wearing hat, I bought a new one that looks more 'presentable' so when I talk to professors I don't have a pin that says 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck' above my temple. Hell, most days I think I look like a bum, baggy pants, a tee from threadless and a cap. I've overweight and usually cold so I grab a sweatshirt or something in general to cover my arms. When I need to look a bit better, I do. That second photo if from my summer conference, we didn't have to be super dressed up, but I did want to dress nicer than my day-to-day of tee-shirts and apparent gender ambiguity. I'm a function over fashion individual, so yes, I wanted to look a bit nice, but I dislike skirts for the simple reason if I need to haul ass, a skirt is a whore and a half to run in, and if I can help it, you know, it's nice to not give people a chunky-panty-shot as I'm running from a fire or some shit.
All in all, I'm judgemental, and I think most girls on my college campus look like whores on a daily basis. There's a time and a place for short-shorts, but class every day is not one of those places and seriously not one of those times.Jasmine P.
September 13, 2009
Higher Education
I don't understand why people complain about where they've ended up for college. It doesn't make me doubt choosing ODU, but I question why other people 'settle' for it. I'm in one of the computer labs on campus and I can hear people complaining about choosing to attend this school. Saying it's 'where you go when you don't get accepted into any other school in Virginia.' What the hell is with that sentiment. If you're not happy here, go the fuck somewhere else. I have had a mostly fantastic experience here. The few short comings have been with my dormitory roommates, and a few faculty members who have made keeping an extra-curricular activity running smoothly on the difficult side.
What I mean is, I was accepted to every school I applied to. I was accepted to Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond and chose not to attend there. I was accepted to George Mason University in Fairfax County, that was too close to home for me. I was also accepted to Hampton University and too turned that school down. I turned down three relatively prestigious schools to come to the not as well known Old Dominion University.
Well, for one, it is a 'university' we have the means to grant students graduate degrees which is pretty fucking special in my mine. This school is apparently a really good school for dentistry. I've had questions about the dental program from my dentist and the technician every time I've gone to get my teeth worked on just about, since I told them I was attending ODU once I graduated from South Lakes HS. I mean, yeah, I ragged on SLHS when I was there, but it was a good school. I was challenged by my International Baccalaureate courses, I enjoyed my environment, but I did overall enjoy SLHS.
Why complain when you did make it somewhere? Be satisfied and transfer if you hate the school so much. I'm in no means saying there are a lot of things I 'love' about ODU, there are plenty of things I find irritating, but I really wouldn't want to be in a different school. I I wasn't at ODU I'd have no Borjo, I might not be fencing, I'd have no Local Heroes, I might not be as into Western comics as I currently am, I'd be an entirely different person. I've also met some awesome people in and around the campus area. But It kind of comes down to I really don't think I'd be happy elsewhere. Maybe that's their issue, they're not happy.They need to find a better coping mechanism than bitching. I mean, when I wrote this we were just barely through our second week of classes, and I think those bitching were freshmen. Not positive on that though.
Jasmine P.
What I mean is, I was accepted to every school I applied to. I was accepted to Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond and chose not to attend there. I was accepted to George Mason University in Fairfax County, that was too close to home for me. I was also accepted to Hampton University and too turned that school down. I turned down three relatively prestigious schools to come to the not as well known Old Dominion University.
Well, for one, it is a 'university' we have the means to grant students graduate degrees which is pretty fucking special in my mine. This school is apparently a really good school for dentistry. I've had questions about the dental program from my dentist and the technician every time I've gone to get my teeth worked on just about, since I told them I was attending ODU once I graduated from South Lakes HS. I mean, yeah, I ragged on SLHS when I was there, but it was a good school. I was challenged by my International Baccalaureate courses, I enjoyed my environment, but I did overall enjoy SLHS.
Why complain when you did make it somewhere? Be satisfied and transfer if you hate the school so much. I'm in no means saying there are a lot of things I 'love' about ODU, there are plenty of things I find irritating, but I really wouldn't want to be in a different school. I I wasn't at ODU I'd have no Borjo, I might not be fencing, I'd have no Local Heroes, I might not be as into Western comics as I currently am, I'd be an entirely different person. I've also met some awesome people in and around the campus area. But It kind of comes down to I really don't think I'd be happy elsewhere. Maybe that's their issue, they're not happy.They need to find a better coping mechanism than bitching. I mean, when I wrote this we were just barely through our second week of classes, and I think those bitching were freshmen. Not positive on that though.
Jasmine P.
September 6, 2009
Male Lactation
http://www.thelocal.se/21842.html
I don't understand what the big issue is. This guy wants to stimulate his nipples and breast to see if he can lactate. It is physically possible for men to lactate, and he wants to see if he can build a better, or different relationship with possible future children because women bond better with children due to this early bonding stage. I don't understand the rampant hate that some people have. All in all, it's a scientific experiment, or an experiment, I don't know how 'scientific' is truly is. He wants to try something, and it's not like men can't lactate. I don't understand why people are so aggro about. How it's 'wrong' and shit. If it were truly wrong, men wouldn't have nipples, nor the ability to lactate. If it was 'God's Will' for men not to lactate they'd be flat like a Ken doll. I believe evolution had a reason for this, possibly some time ago men did help feed the children, but then it dropped off, like many things have. Who knows what results this experiment will yield.
Jasmine P.
I don't understand what the big issue is. This guy wants to stimulate his nipples and breast to see if he can lactate. It is physically possible for men to lactate, and he wants to see if he can build a better, or different relationship with possible future children because women bond better with children due to this early bonding stage. I don't understand the rampant hate that some people have. All in all, it's a scientific experiment, or an experiment, I don't know how 'scientific' is truly is. He wants to try something, and it's not like men can't lactate. I don't understand why people are so aggro about. How it's 'wrong' and shit. If it were truly wrong, men wouldn't have nipples, nor the ability to lactate. If it was 'God's Will' for men not to lactate they'd be flat like a Ken doll. I believe evolution had a reason for this, possibly some time ago men did help feed the children, but then it dropped off, like many things have. Who knows what results this experiment will yield.
Jasmine P.
This, The Day of My Father's Wedding...
Or, 'My Father Has Commitment Issues'
September 5, 2009 was the day my father got married for the third time. The first time was about 27 years ago when he married my mother and sired 3 children. He divorced her about 20 years ago not too long before I turned 1. One of the reasons given for that is 'she spent too much money' it wasn't even a joint account, it was her money, so he had no real place to tell her what she was spending or wasn't spending too much money on.
Some time later my two older brothers and I are in a rhythm of visiting him every other weekend, for two weeks during the summer, and for a few days after Christmas. We spent all major holidays with our mother. Father's Day we'd sometimes switch up the weekends so we could see him, and the same for Mother's Day if it was his weekend, we'd stay with out mother. In this period of time he got married a second time. His new wife could not produce children, so about 9 years ago he adopted a girl from birth, my energetic little sister. He divorced the second wife about 6, 7 years ago, for reasons I either can't remember or haven't been told. I disagreed with it because of my little sister. But he is a dick and does as he pleases.
Two years ago, a few days after my brother's and I buried our dead mother, he and his 'girlfriend' whom my brothers and I have known for maybe 2 years then, announced that he was engaged. We were floored, because that was another year that my father took home the great big golden 'bad fucking timing' award. Yesterday was the culmination of at least two years of being engaged.
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History done, now onto yesterday and my issues with just many things.
My brothers, Shani and I arrived at the Catholic Church about fifteen minutes early. We first saw our sister who was adorable was passing out programs for the wedding. She was excited to see us like usual. Inside was a mixture of doctors from the Veteran's Affairs hospital in DC, where both my father and Pattie work. There was family, so I said 'hi' to my Titi [diminutive of 'aunt' in spanish. I think it's akin to 'aunty'] and to my Abuela [grandmother]. I saw some of my cousins and some family friends, then there were all of Pattie's family, most of whom I didn't know. Hell, even the ones I've met, I didn't remember. One woman seemed annoyed I didn't remember her, but I met her, once, 5 fucking years ago!!! Over the past 4 gatdamn years I have more important things to remember, such as the nams of people I see daily, information for my classes, my own characters. I have my own life and it's not like I see you all the time.
Adults need to remember that, you see photos of my on my father's desk, or in his house all the fucking time. I only see you when when I go to your house, or to the VA with him which I haven't really done in ten years or so. It's not me being offensive, it's me being a kid and having much more pressing things to think about all the time and not some nurse who works with my father, or some family member who isn't really apart of my family.
We move onto the wedding, which is some sort of condensed Catholic wedding I assume. It was my first Catholic wedding to attend, every other one I've been to has been some sort of Protestant. There's the procession, that's whatever, I applaud like I should. Then Pattie enters, it's the bride's moment. The first time that 99% of the people attending even see the dress. She's all made up and smiling like she's a queen, or a princess. This I decide to take a little issue with due to her age. Let's say she's upside of 50, from what I hear later it's not her first wedding, and she's wearing white. I know she's not a virgin, disgustingly enough I know that. I look at her and thing 'isn't she too old to try and act like she's a princess at her own wedding anymore?' I've been to weddings for grown adults, I was in one, yeah, they looked happy, insanely happy, just not like how they imagine when they're a little kid imagining their wedding. I also think she's too old to be wearing a backless dress, but that's neither here nor there.
We get to the ceremony. Throughout it, I'm wondering what the presiding priest is saying to make them laugh throughout the wedding, but whatever. It's wrong to me every time they say 'Patricia' and the first time it's said I feel that something isn't right. That simply stems from my mother's name having been 'Patricia', she on the other hand hated to be called 'Patty' or any spelling of it, so I could deal with Pattie being called as such. Going through the vows and ceremony and shit I have to start tuning out. I start singing songs in my head to keep my composure. I still am irritated with this because I don't think my father has what it takes to stay married. He may prove me wrong, I don't know, but the vows of longevity and staying together have been broken twice with him. I wonder if they mean anything to him anymore.
I had my usual grievances with being in a Catholic church. The call and response crap, I don't know what to say, I'm not fucking Catholic, like how I'm not fucking Irish [that journal's on LJ] I just dismiss it like I did when I was younger and was forced to go. Huh, go figure, my first time going to a church in the past 2 years was for a wedding, before that, it was for a funeral.
The reception took forever and a day to get to, but there was an open bar. I didn't get drunk, but I did have a LI Iced Tea that was pretty killer. The lunch, was alright, it was really small and I hadn't eaten since 11 the previous night so I wanted food. No real issues with the reception, I was impressed with the MCs Spanish abilities, but I guess he was chosen just for that. The music was a combination of Spanish things and old Motown music. You'd think my father would run out of love songs about the longevity of marriage because he's had to failed marriages to date.
Thinking about it now, I don't know how I feel about the institution of marriage. They say that kids froma single parent household are quick to get married, but that's something that neither of my brother's nor I have really even thought about doing. Yeah, Miguel has a girlfriend, but they've been together for 2 years or so, I haven't heard a tittering about getting married, but I also make it my business to not be around them too much.
The only thing that really came out of this whole sham for me was being able to see my family that I rarely see. And I got to see my sister. I don't think much of this wedding. I doubt the two of them will have kids, my father is still paying my med. insurance, and has to pay child support to Debra I assume, but who knows, he's done stupid things in the past.
Jasmine P.
September 5, 2009 was the day my father got married for the third time. The first time was about 27 years ago when he married my mother and sired 3 children. He divorced her about 20 years ago not too long before I turned 1. One of the reasons given for that is 'she spent too much money' it wasn't even a joint account, it was her money, so he had no real place to tell her what she was spending or wasn't spending too much money on.
Some time later my two older brothers and I are in a rhythm of visiting him every other weekend, for two weeks during the summer, and for a few days after Christmas. We spent all major holidays with our mother. Father's Day we'd sometimes switch up the weekends so we could see him, and the same for Mother's Day if it was his weekend, we'd stay with out mother. In this period of time he got married a second time. His new wife could not produce children, so about 9 years ago he adopted a girl from birth, my energetic little sister. He divorced the second wife about 6, 7 years ago, for reasons I either can't remember or haven't been told. I disagreed with it because of my little sister. But he is a dick and does as he pleases.
Two years ago, a few days after my brother's and I buried our dead mother, he and his 'girlfriend' whom my brothers and I have known for maybe 2 years then, announced that he was engaged. We were floored, because that was another year that my father took home the great big golden 'bad fucking timing' award. Yesterday was the culmination of at least two years of being engaged.
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History done, now onto yesterday and my issues with just many things.
My brothers, Shani and I arrived at the Catholic Church about fifteen minutes early. We first saw our sister who was adorable was passing out programs for the wedding. She was excited to see us like usual. Inside was a mixture of doctors from the Veteran's Affairs hospital in DC, where both my father and Pattie work. There was family, so I said 'hi' to my Titi [diminutive of 'aunt' in spanish. I think it's akin to 'aunty'] and to my Abuela [grandmother]. I saw some of my cousins and some family friends, then there were all of Pattie's family, most of whom I didn't know. Hell, even the ones I've met, I didn't remember. One woman seemed annoyed I didn't remember her, but I met her, once, 5 fucking years ago!!! Over the past 4 gatdamn years I have more important things to remember, such as the nams of people I see daily, information for my classes, my own characters. I have my own life and it's not like I see you all the time.
Adults need to remember that, you see photos of my on my father's desk, or in his house all the fucking time. I only see you when when I go to your house, or to the VA with him which I haven't really done in ten years or so. It's not me being offensive, it's me being a kid and having much more pressing things to think about all the time and not some nurse who works with my father, or some family member who isn't really apart of my family.
We move onto the wedding, which is some sort of condensed Catholic wedding I assume. It was my first Catholic wedding to attend, every other one I've been to has been some sort of Protestant. There's the procession, that's whatever, I applaud like I should. Then Pattie enters, it's the bride's moment. The first time that 99% of the people attending even see the dress. She's all made up and smiling like she's a queen, or a princess. This I decide to take a little issue with due to her age. Let's say she's upside of 50, from what I hear later it's not her first wedding, and she's wearing white. I know she's not a virgin, disgustingly enough I know that. I look at her and thing 'isn't she too old to try and act like she's a princess at her own wedding anymore?' I've been to weddings for grown adults, I was in one, yeah, they looked happy, insanely happy, just not like how they imagine when they're a little kid imagining their wedding. I also think she's too old to be wearing a backless dress, but that's neither here nor there.
We get to the ceremony. Throughout it, I'm wondering what the presiding priest is saying to make them laugh throughout the wedding, but whatever. It's wrong to me every time they say 'Patricia' and the first time it's said I feel that something isn't right. That simply stems from my mother's name having been 'Patricia', she on the other hand hated to be called 'Patty' or any spelling of it, so I could deal with Pattie being called as such. Going through the vows and ceremony and shit I have to start tuning out. I start singing songs in my head to keep my composure. I still am irritated with this because I don't think my father has what it takes to stay married. He may prove me wrong, I don't know, but the vows of longevity and staying together have been broken twice with him. I wonder if they mean anything to him anymore.
I had my usual grievances with being in a Catholic church. The call and response crap, I don't know what to say, I'm not fucking Catholic, like how I'm not fucking Irish [that journal's on LJ] I just dismiss it like I did when I was younger and was forced to go. Huh, go figure, my first time going to a church in the past 2 years was for a wedding, before that, it was for a funeral.
The reception took forever and a day to get to, but there was an open bar. I didn't get drunk, but I did have a LI Iced Tea that was pretty killer. The lunch, was alright, it was really small and I hadn't eaten since 11 the previous night so I wanted food. No real issues with the reception, I was impressed with the MCs Spanish abilities, but I guess he was chosen just for that. The music was a combination of Spanish things and old Motown music. You'd think my father would run out of love songs about the longevity of marriage because he's had to failed marriages to date.
Thinking about it now, I don't know how I feel about the institution of marriage. They say that kids froma single parent household are quick to get married, but that's something that neither of my brother's nor I have really even thought about doing. Yeah, Miguel has a girlfriend, but they've been together for 2 years or so, I haven't heard a tittering about getting married, but I also make it my business to not be around them too much.
The only thing that really came out of this whole sham for me was being able to see my family that I rarely see. And I got to see my sister. I don't think much of this wedding. I doubt the two of them will have kids, my father is still paying my med. insurance, and has to pay child support to Debra I assume, but who knows, he's done stupid things in the past.
Jasmine P.
September 2, 2009
I am who I say I am
I'm reading the Declaration of Independence for the first time of ever. I just realized, I've studied the creation of this document, but I've never actually read it, or had it read. People talk about what it stands for, and they love the second paragraph, it's not even the first one that has the lines 'We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal...' with all the times we read the Articles of Confederation and the Bill of Rights, I don't understand why I have never really done a unit on the DoI.
This isn't about the Declaration, it's about St. Patrick's Day, actually. Near the end of the document Jefferson brought of Scottish mercenaries that were being hired and I assume sent over to the Colonies. Reading that, I thought of the statement that on St. Patrick's Day, everyone's Irish because I still get those two countries mixed up. The point is, I still don't give a rat's ass about March 15. I will never agree to be Irish. I don't like beer and I don't understand why it's celebrated in America, mixing pot or not, what are American's celebrating. But to my point, I'm not fucking Irish. Not that I know of, who knows what may have gotten into my family generations ago, but I've never considered myself Irish and find the sentiment that on the day some fucker died, people decided to insist that 'everyone' was 'Irish'. I have friends who will insist it to me, and I at them and say 'I'm not fucking Irish' because I don't relate to the 'holiday' at all.
Seriously, after middle school, I didn't care. I will go out of my way to not wear green and I will hit people who think it's cute to pinch me for not wearing green. Friend or unknown. I dunno, I'm tired, I feel a bit on edge and angry. It's now two days in a row I'm only sleeping for three hours, I don't have my sleeping pills, which annoyingly may be the issue, but who the fuck knows. I still have to answer a few questions about a draft of the DoI and the one that we apparently don't know.
Ths who point of this was to say: I'm not fucking Irish. Don't kiss me, because I'm not fucking Irish. I will punch a bitch because I'm not wearing green on a day I don't care about, because I'm not fucking Irish. I fucking hate beer. If it's green, keep it triply far away from me, some thins shouldn't not be a color other than it's 'natural' color.Get away you green, vomiting fucks. But most importantly, I'm not fucking Irish so don't tell me I am. I don't want to be Irish, I want to be me. I don't care about drinking into alcoholic poison levels, and if I did I don't need some arbitrary and idiotic day as an excuse, enough depressing and annoying shit happens on the day t day basis that if I really wanted to drink myself to death, I could for a better reason than fucking being Irish.
I ought to make that shirt 'I'm not fucking Irish, so go the fuck away' or simply 'I'm not fucking Irish'
This isn't about the Declaration, it's about St. Patrick's Day, actually. Near the end of the document Jefferson brought of Scottish mercenaries that were being hired and I assume sent over to the Colonies. Reading that, I thought of the statement that on St. Patrick's Day, everyone's Irish because I still get those two countries mixed up. The point is, I still don't give a rat's ass about March 15. I will never agree to be Irish. I don't like beer and I don't understand why it's celebrated in America, mixing pot or not, what are American's celebrating. But to my point, I'm not fucking Irish. Not that I know of, who knows what may have gotten into my family generations ago, but I've never considered myself Irish and find the sentiment that on the day some fucker died, people decided to insist that 'everyone' was 'Irish'. I have friends who will insist it to me, and I at them and say 'I'm not fucking Irish' because I don't relate to the 'holiday' at all.
Seriously, after middle school, I didn't care. I will go out of my way to not wear green and I will hit people who think it's cute to pinch me for not wearing green. Friend or unknown. I dunno, I'm tired, I feel a bit on edge and angry. It's now two days in a row I'm only sleeping for three hours, I don't have my sleeping pills, which annoyingly may be the issue, but who the fuck knows. I still have to answer a few questions about a draft of the DoI and the one that we apparently don't know.
Ths who point of this was to say: I'm not fucking Irish. Don't kiss me, because I'm not fucking Irish. I will punch a bitch because I'm not wearing green on a day I don't care about, because I'm not fucking Irish. I fucking hate beer. If it's green, keep it triply far away from me, some thins shouldn't not be a color other than it's 'natural' color.Get away you green, vomiting fucks. But most importantly, I'm not fucking Irish so don't tell me I am. I don't want to be Irish, I want to be me. I don't care about drinking into alcoholic poison levels, and if I did I don't need some arbitrary and idiotic day as an excuse, enough depressing and annoying shit happens on the day t day basis that if I really wanted to drink myself to death, I could for a better reason than fucking being Irish.
I ought to make that shirt 'I'm not fucking Irish, so go the fuck away' or simply 'I'm not fucking Irish'
August 21, 2009
Cinema
I don't think I've addressed the purpose of Cinema too often. I don't think I've addressed the purpose of any of my worlds too much further than talking about their inspiration.
As I've thought about creating and adding things to the world of Cinema I've picked up a few habits. From it's name being 'Cinema' to the characters loving old movies to this year deciding that the theater they go to is the Retro Cinema. The Retro is a theater that shows movies thirty years or older. As I've thought of that and chapter titles and themes I've come to an understanding about why Cinema is important to me.
The characters were originally some throw away characters I drew when I was depressed and couldn't draw my normal stuff. Alphabet was a joke, making fun of my self. She wasn't even the first one drawn, Davey was first. He was the star, but Alpha quickly became top dog in the world. Smyth was their third, the most level headed of them. There was originally only one chapter, but it blossomed. The cast grew. Sephy, Aster, Suma, Beta were all added in a few weeks of creating Alpha, Davey, and Smyth. Micha showed up in 2007, Jayden a bit later in 2007 early 2008 and most recently in 2009 an unnamed kid who has an interest in Sephy. I've also drawn Alpha's father at least once.
Wow I'm all over the place with this. Back to the main four, Alpha, Davey, Smyth and Sephy. These four characters love film and movies. They spend their time going to the RC every weekend pretty much. Aster, Alpha's younger brother, also has an intense interest in movies, and is out to make his own and Alpha and crew get enlisted to help him make these 'masterpieces'. Their lives pretty much revolve around film.
What I've learned from the Four, and the supporting cast is that they have a deep love tor the 20th Century. Cinema, I think, is a way for me to honor things from or about the 20th century. They love and damn near worship old film, but they also love modern, present films. They're just as happy seeing big blockbusters as they are seeing a 50's B-movie. They emulate what they see in these movies. But through my character's love for things of the 1900s, I think it shows my own love, or at least appreciation for these things. I have chapters planned called things like 'discotheque' and 'delicatessen' because those words are awesome, but they're also things that were big at different times of the 20th century.
The point for Cinema for me, I think, is for me to have a world where I can explore some aspects of the 20th century with modern characters. These characters have, and will gain, the ability to have intelligent discussions on film. They have leanings toward careers that are in the movies, in differing aspects of movies. If they're not in film, they'll still have that deep love and appreciation. With Cinema I have an excuse to watch more older movies and see a broad array of things.
It's great to see how they've grown. This is the first image of them of ever I think. They're may be a doodle before this, but this is the first. A more recent pic of them. And a collection of them from my sketch blog. I love these characters and hope that anything I do is worthy of them and their love of film, and I'm interested in seeing what I learn as I write their stories. This jumped all over the place, but I did get to what I wanted to talk about, I think.
Jasmine P.
As I've thought about creating and adding things to the world of Cinema I've picked up a few habits. From it's name being 'Cinema' to the characters loving old movies to this year deciding that the theater they go to is the Retro Cinema. The Retro is a theater that shows movies thirty years or older. As I've thought of that and chapter titles and themes I've come to an understanding about why Cinema is important to me.
The characters were originally some throw away characters I drew when I was depressed and couldn't draw my normal stuff. Alphabet was a joke, making fun of my self. She wasn't even the first one drawn, Davey was first. He was the star, but Alpha quickly became top dog in the world. Smyth was their third, the most level headed of them. There was originally only one chapter, but it blossomed. The cast grew. Sephy, Aster, Suma, Beta were all added in a few weeks of creating Alpha, Davey, and Smyth. Micha showed up in 2007, Jayden a bit later in 2007 early 2008 and most recently in 2009 an unnamed kid who has an interest in Sephy. I've also drawn Alpha's father at least once.
Wow I'm all over the place with this. Back to the main four, Alpha, Davey, Smyth and Sephy. These four characters love film and movies. They spend their time going to the RC every weekend pretty much. Aster, Alpha's younger brother, also has an intense interest in movies, and is out to make his own and Alpha and crew get enlisted to help him make these 'masterpieces'. Their lives pretty much revolve around film.
What I've learned from the Four, and the supporting cast is that they have a deep love tor the 20th Century. Cinema, I think, is a way for me to honor things from or about the 20th century. They love and damn near worship old film, but they also love modern, present films. They're just as happy seeing big blockbusters as they are seeing a 50's B-movie. They emulate what they see in these movies. But through my character's love for things of the 1900s, I think it shows my own love, or at least appreciation for these things. I have chapters planned called things like 'discotheque' and 'delicatessen' because those words are awesome, but they're also things that were big at different times of the 20th century.
The point for Cinema for me, I think, is for me to have a world where I can explore some aspects of the 20th century with modern characters. These characters have, and will gain, the ability to have intelligent discussions on film. They have leanings toward careers that are in the movies, in differing aspects of movies. If they're not in film, they'll still have that deep love and appreciation. With Cinema I have an excuse to watch more older movies and see a broad array of things.
It's great to see how they've grown. This is the first image of them of ever I think. They're may be a doodle before this, but this is the first. A more recent pic of them. And a collection of them from my sketch blog. I love these characters and hope that anything I do is worthy of them and their love of film, and I'm interested in seeing what I learn as I write their stories. This jumped all over the place, but I did get to what I wanted to talk about, I think.
Jasmine P.
August 16, 2009
Touched By a Book
This is not the first nor will it be the last time that I write about how a book I've read has affected me. One of the last was A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints by Dito Montiel. Before That I wrote about how Hells Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga by Hunter S. Thompson affected me, I think more how aspects of his writing had made me think because I know I have referenced the Wave Speech from F&L in Las Vegas.
The new book, the new story, is that of one police officer Mr. Frank Serpico. At this time his name is mostly tied to the film where Al Pacino did a fantastic job of dealing with the stress and difficulties that the real man had to deal with only a few years prior. I watched the movie and fell in love. While reading the book, some things were pulled straight from it, and the tapes that the real Serpico made during these trying times, so it was easy to transpose the film into the book. They were one in the same, but they are also wholly separate entities. The book, like any book, was able to cover more details about what Serpico had to deal with and more instances of his altruism were shared with the audience. There were more chances to see how and why he'd become disenfranchised with his job. Reading about is temper, I could only think of Pacino blowing up and just how well the actor fit the part.
There are a few things the book made me consider. First it made me consider what makes a truly good person. I like to think I'm alright, but I have severe doubts that I could do anything that Serpico did. I'd probably turn a blind eye to the corruption in the precincts. I'd probably accept my share; maybe use it, maybe save it up. I'm not sure, but I couldn't deal with the pressure he lived it, and I don't think I could deal with it for as long as he did. He had conviction that what he was doing was right, that it made a difference. It did. More than thirty years after the fact it brought to light what was going on inside precincts and just how corrupt the system is. Every yea we hear about some short comings, but they're never as extensive as what Frank Serpico's story shared with readers and viewers. They're also not as gripping, they weren't as ground breaking. It's interesting to think about just how different things are; it's also a little bit disgusting to see what was going on inside the heads of these people. The police officers, not the people they were booking. How the officers thought, that black people cried rape after it was wanted, shaking down people because of their race. The racism, it's painful to read. I know it still exists, but sometimes I like to stay in my little bubble where those things don't happen, where people look past the color of one's skin and onto the more important parts about them.
Reading the book I wanted to see again just what Frank Serpico had to deal with. His own moralistic hell. People not helping him because he was classified as a hippie. I know people brake off into groups based on their appearance, but it's still a bit bothersome. How many times he was shot at or harassed because he actually looked like he didn't belong to the NYPD, the point since he was undercover. He had to not look like a cop to be a cop. The separation between him and the other officer was insane. I'd say unreal, but it was real. We have the news papers to tell us the truth of what happened, the reporting. A lot of it's there, just waiting to be read.
Something this book did for me was make me consider about my few interactions with people of the Badge or Shield. I have apprehension every time I see a cop that I'm going to get pulled over for something, that I'm doing something wrong. I could be walking down the street to class and I wonder about a cop stopping to ask me a question. I worry about being pulled over again. After first being pulled over last year, that's what I think of. I know he's doing his job, but I was fucking terrified. I then think of when I was out in Wisconsin and I needed some stamps that some officers in the blue and white about to go and police something helped me. I asked them where I could find some stamps, they gave me a name and general direction and I found a grocery store. Something little that helped me out.
That little instance of the cops in Wisconsin helping me makes me think simple of Serpico, or a bit of the other way around. I needed help, sought it in the police, and things were fine. They didn't talk down t me; they expressed confusion, but were willing to help me on my quest for stamps. That makes me think I should be a little less apprehensive the next time I'm outside leaning against my car for a smoke. What I'm saying is that the story of Frank Serpico reminds me that cops are good. They can be trusted, and they accomplish more than pulling people over and arresting criminals. That's important, but giving the public a sense of safety ad well being by helping them on their way can be just as useful It improves the public image, and possible starts competition between the officers to perform more little good deeds.
This story kind of makes me want to try harder as a human to help my fellow person. Should I be able to help someone with a quick phone call-that would be fantastic.
Jasmine P.
The new book, the new story, is that of one police officer Mr. Frank Serpico. At this time his name is mostly tied to the film where Al Pacino did a fantastic job of dealing with the stress and difficulties that the real man had to deal with only a few years prior. I watched the movie and fell in love. While reading the book, some things were pulled straight from it, and the tapes that the real Serpico made during these trying times, so it was easy to transpose the film into the book. They were one in the same, but they are also wholly separate entities. The book, like any book, was able to cover more details about what Serpico had to deal with and more instances of his altruism were shared with the audience. There were more chances to see how and why he'd become disenfranchised with his job. Reading about is temper, I could only think of Pacino blowing up and just how well the actor fit the part.
There are a few things the book made me consider. First it made me consider what makes a truly good person. I like to think I'm alright, but I have severe doubts that I could do anything that Serpico did. I'd probably turn a blind eye to the corruption in the precincts. I'd probably accept my share; maybe use it, maybe save it up. I'm not sure, but I couldn't deal with the pressure he lived it, and I don't think I could deal with it for as long as he did. He had conviction that what he was doing was right, that it made a difference. It did. More than thirty years after the fact it brought to light what was going on inside precincts and just how corrupt the system is. Every yea we hear about some short comings, but they're never as extensive as what Frank Serpico's story shared with readers and viewers. They're also not as gripping, they weren't as ground breaking. It's interesting to think about just how different things are; it's also a little bit disgusting to see what was going on inside the heads of these people. The police officers, not the people they were booking. How the officers thought, that black people cried rape after it was wanted, shaking down people because of their race. The racism, it's painful to read. I know it still exists, but sometimes I like to stay in my little bubble where those things don't happen, where people look past the color of one's skin and onto the more important parts about them.
Reading the book I wanted to see again just what Frank Serpico had to deal with. His own moralistic hell. People not helping him because he was classified as a hippie. I know people brake off into groups based on their appearance, but it's still a bit bothersome. How many times he was shot at or harassed because he actually looked like he didn't belong to the NYPD, the point since he was undercover. He had to not look like a cop to be a cop. The separation between him and the other officer was insane. I'd say unreal, but it was real. We have the news papers to tell us the truth of what happened, the reporting. A lot of it's there, just waiting to be read.
Something this book did for me was make me consider about my few interactions with people of the Badge or Shield. I have apprehension every time I see a cop that I'm going to get pulled over for something, that I'm doing something wrong. I could be walking down the street to class and I wonder about a cop stopping to ask me a question. I worry about being pulled over again. After first being pulled over last year, that's what I think of. I know he's doing his job, but I was fucking terrified. I then think of when I was out in Wisconsin and I needed some stamps that some officers in the blue and white about to go and police something helped me. I asked them where I could find some stamps, they gave me a name and general direction and I found a grocery store. Something little that helped me out.
That little instance of the cops in Wisconsin helping me makes me think simple of Serpico, or a bit of the other way around. I needed help, sought it in the police, and things were fine. They didn't talk down t me; they expressed confusion, but were willing to help me on my quest for stamps. That makes me think I should be a little less apprehensive the next time I'm outside leaning against my car for a smoke. What I'm saying is that the story of Frank Serpico reminds me that cops are good. They can be trusted, and they accomplish more than pulling people over and arresting criminals. That's important, but giving the public a sense of safety ad well being by helping them on their way can be just as useful It improves the public image, and possible starts competition between the officers to perform more little good deeds.
This story kind of makes me want to try harder as a human to help my fellow person. Should I be able to help someone with a quick phone call-that would be fantastic.
Jasmine P.
August 11, 2009
My Life As a Dork or Being a 'Geek Girl'
I'll start this off by saying I've always considered myself more of a 'dork' than a 'geek' i dunno, I like the word better. I'm a bit of a social outcast, and I'm fine with that. Some link from Kristen_Amanda on Twitter about raising a 'geek girl' made me call into question me, since I'm outside of normal, and happy that way. So, the original 'offender' 5 Tips on Raising Your Geek Girl from Wired and as far as I'm concerned, 4 Tips on Understanding Girl Geeks from Jezebel.
I disagree to a point iwth both of these articles, and I'm going to go over myself for this following their 'issues' or topic headlines.
From Wired:
The Book Factor
'I read science fiction and fantasy and not Babysitters Club. Hell, I read'
Suggested Help :Try to get involved in your daughter’s reading, if you’re not already. I was born to non-geeks, so my parents really had no interest in what I was reading. If you can’t be involved, look into reading clubs–or start one–that support the genres your daughter is into. Look to libraries and gaming stores if there’s nothing available at school. And above all, even if you don’t get the stuff she reads, reiterate that reading is awesome.
My response:
I concur, encourage you kid to read whatever they choose to read. In early elementary school I was more interested in reading than playing, so I was a social outcast to begin with. This person didn't read 'girly' things but 'boy/dorky things' and that set her apart. That sentiment is stupid. I was set apart by reading things more complex than the people my age. You're raising a reader, not necessarily a geek, get them books, as many as they can handle, challenge their level. They can understand The Great Gatsby at 11, get them something just as complex, the Alchemist or something. Challenge them don't just meet them on their literary terms. Don't just challenge their level in thier preferred genre, introduce them to something new. You don't know books, find someone who does, but someone who will challenge their level.
The Pop Culture Factor
"I didn't watch the right shows'
Suggested Help: If you are a geek, yourself, it’s fine for you to reach out. I mean, it is your fault she’s the way she is, right? But don’t be too pressing, because even if your geeklet gal speaks Klingon fluently, she needs to find her own brand of geek. If she’s into medieval stuff, consider the SCA. If she’s got a sci-fi lean, consider taking her to a convention. Maybe she’s a budding film-maker? Enroll her in film classes. Not to mention, there’s always the Internet. For me, that was my saving grace, discovering like-minded people, even if they were far away. And if teasing is a problem, help to equip her with witty ripostes and bolster her self esteem with praise.
My response
Fuck all that. I loved television. It's not that hard to find someone to chat up about TV, and chances are the lines aren't as defined as the original article made it seem. And for pop culture, there's the internet now. Pop culture when I was a kid was Saturday morning cartoons and after school television. Current sports and movies. Encourage the kid to try some sport, but let them take in what's modern. Every kid saw Jurassic Park when I was a kid, that's what they'll be talking about.
The Boy Factor
"All my friends were boys'
Suggested Help: Start with family. I had some great gal cousins growing up, and though they weren’t exactly geeks, our friendships were strong. If you’re daughter doesn’t have gal friends as school, you can encourage her to meet people at your church or other extended network. Also, teach her about all the wonderful girl geeks in history, like Ada Lovelace, Marie Curie and Felicia Day. Go fictional, too. There are plenty of geek gals in literature and movies, like Agatha Clay, Meg Murry and Kaylee Frye. Help make her proud to be a girl geek!
My response:
It's not that hard. I understand not wanting to date a friend, but really. It's not that hard to make female friends, look for the other girls around who have their noses in books. Talk to them, or just deal. Female friendships arne't that important until maybe high school. Is it me, or is it really that easy to find simple solutions to the 'issues' on this list? Life isn't that hard. The hell is with people these days needing an instruction manual to raise a kid that isn't stereotypically girly, or masculine.
The Smart Factor
"I was too smart in school"
Suggested Help: You know you’re on shaky ground when your girl geek starts to be embarrassed of being smart. If grades and enthusiasm are waning, it’s time for parental intervention. But not too much. And not too little. Really, you know your daughter best, and it’s important to talk about what’s going on at school. While the “grades will help you in college” argument won’t always work, home incentives–like movies or gadgets–might. And nothing replaces flat-out support. If you sucked at a subject in school it might worth dragging out your report card to share, and let her know you wish you had worked harder. Either way, just continuing support and praise of her performance will help steer her in the right direction.
My Response:
If your kid is too smart for their grade or school system find something that is better accommodating for their intelligence. I was smart, I got good enough grades, I was challenged in class. Get them into Advance Placement or International Baccalaureate programs, the Honors classes. Don't just encourage them, challenge them. Put them with intellectual peers, hell, it'll be easier to make friends with people you can have an intelligent conversation with, there's also a possibility that they'll have more similar interests. My IB classes were full of science dorks, sci-fi, fantasy, comics, we were dorks and proud of it.
The Self-Image Factor
Oh noes, I hated myself. I was alone and a geek
Suggested Help: Encourage your geek gal to get involved, even if the interests aren’t up her alley. You never know: she might love homecoming. She might take to soccer, or softball. I enjoyed being on the Yearbook committee when I was in high school, which had a great cross-section of folks, geek and non-geek. Geek doesn’t mean you have to shun what everyone else does; it just means that you have your own slant on it. And it also means you’re smart enough to think outside the social box. If anything, being a geek means the rules don’t apply!
My response: This loops back to the book part. Get them somewhere with like minded people. It's not that hard. And hell, most everyone's depressed in middle school. Get them to express it, hell, they know themselves better than you do, that's for fucking sure.
Jezebel
There is no one Girl Geek.
Not all geeks are created the same
Me: I agree with this.
You know what, fuck it. I'm tired of typing, stoned, and my tea might be getting too frozen in the freezer. It's not that much more difficult to raise a geek or dorky kid than any other type, encourage their interests. Get them into science, art, whatever programs. Just like there's little league, there's programs that will foster your kid's intelligence. Why do people try to make life harder than it already it. Hell, it's normally an uphill battle to get started, so why pressure a kid. Tell them to be proud of themselves and to say 'fuck off' to people who try to make light of them or diminish what they can accomplish. As long as they're cool with what they like, the rest of the world can go to hell. That was my mentality. I hated people my own age, now, I'm more accepting of them, and I accept that I love comics, movies and am a general dork. Rock the dorkism! It takes a jackass to rule the school, it takes a brain to rule the nation, or the company. If not a brain, then to be surrounded by brains, but therein you're a puppet.
Jasmine P.
I disagree to a point iwth both of these articles, and I'm going to go over myself for this following their 'issues' or topic headlines.
From Wired:
The Book Factor
'I read science fiction and fantasy and not Babysitters Club. Hell, I read'
Suggested Help :Try to get involved in your daughter’s reading, if you’re not already. I was born to non-geeks, so my parents really had no interest in what I was reading. If you can’t be involved, look into reading clubs–or start one–that support the genres your daughter is into. Look to libraries and gaming stores if there’s nothing available at school. And above all, even if you don’t get the stuff she reads, reiterate that reading is awesome.
My response:
I concur, encourage you kid to read whatever they choose to read. In early elementary school I was more interested in reading than playing, so I was a social outcast to begin with. This person didn't read 'girly' things but 'boy/dorky things' and that set her apart. That sentiment is stupid. I was set apart by reading things more complex than the people my age. You're raising a reader, not necessarily a geek, get them books, as many as they can handle, challenge their level. They can understand The Great Gatsby at 11, get them something just as complex, the Alchemist or something. Challenge them don't just meet them on their literary terms. Don't just challenge their level in thier preferred genre, introduce them to something new. You don't know books, find someone who does, but someone who will challenge their level.
The Pop Culture Factor
"I didn't watch the right shows'
Suggested Help: If you are a geek, yourself, it’s fine for you to reach out. I mean, it is your fault she’s the way she is, right? But don’t be too pressing, because even if your geeklet gal speaks Klingon fluently, she needs to find her own brand of geek. If she’s into medieval stuff, consider the SCA. If she’s got a sci-fi lean, consider taking her to a convention. Maybe she’s a budding film-maker? Enroll her in film classes. Not to mention, there’s always the Internet. For me, that was my saving grace, discovering like-minded people, even if they were far away. And if teasing is a problem, help to equip her with witty ripostes and bolster her self esteem with praise.
My response
Fuck all that. I loved television. It's not that hard to find someone to chat up about TV, and chances are the lines aren't as defined as the original article made it seem. And for pop culture, there's the internet now. Pop culture when I was a kid was Saturday morning cartoons and after school television. Current sports and movies. Encourage the kid to try some sport, but let them take in what's modern. Every kid saw Jurassic Park when I was a kid, that's what they'll be talking about.
The Boy Factor
"All my friends were boys'
Suggested Help: Start with family. I had some great gal cousins growing up, and though they weren’t exactly geeks, our friendships were strong. If you’re daughter doesn’t have gal friends as school, you can encourage her to meet people at your church or other extended network. Also, teach her about all the wonderful girl geeks in history, like Ada Lovelace, Marie Curie and Felicia Day. Go fictional, too. There are plenty of geek gals in literature and movies, like Agatha Clay, Meg Murry and Kaylee Frye. Help make her proud to be a girl geek!
My response:
It's not that hard. I understand not wanting to date a friend, but really. It's not that hard to make female friends, look for the other girls around who have their noses in books. Talk to them, or just deal. Female friendships arne't that important until maybe high school. Is it me, or is it really that easy to find simple solutions to the 'issues' on this list? Life isn't that hard. The hell is with people these days needing an instruction manual to raise a kid that isn't stereotypically girly, or masculine.
The Smart Factor
"I was too smart in school"
Suggested Help: You know you’re on shaky ground when your girl geek starts to be embarrassed of being smart. If grades and enthusiasm are waning, it’s time for parental intervention. But not too much. And not too little. Really, you know your daughter best, and it’s important to talk about what’s going on at school. While the “grades will help you in college” argument won’t always work, home incentives–like movies or gadgets–might. And nothing replaces flat-out support. If you sucked at a subject in school it might worth dragging out your report card to share, and let her know you wish you had worked harder. Either way, just continuing support and praise of her performance will help steer her in the right direction.
My Response:
If your kid is too smart for their grade or school system find something that is better accommodating for their intelligence. I was smart, I got good enough grades, I was challenged in class. Get them into Advance Placement or International Baccalaureate programs, the Honors classes. Don't just encourage them, challenge them. Put them with intellectual peers, hell, it'll be easier to make friends with people you can have an intelligent conversation with, there's also a possibility that they'll have more similar interests. My IB classes were full of science dorks, sci-fi, fantasy, comics, we were dorks and proud of it.
The Self-Image Factor
Oh noes, I hated myself. I was alone and a geek
Suggested Help: Encourage your geek gal to get involved, even if the interests aren’t up her alley. You never know: she might love homecoming. She might take to soccer, or softball. I enjoyed being on the Yearbook committee when I was in high school, which had a great cross-section of folks, geek and non-geek. Geek doesn’t mean you have to shun what everyone else does; it just means that you have your own slant on it. And it also means you’re smart enough to think outside the social box. If anything, being a geek means the rules don’t apply!
My response: This loops back to the book part. Get them somewhere with like minded people. It's not that hard. And hell, most everyone's depressed in middle school. Get them to express it, hell, they know themselves better than you do, that's for fucking sure.
Jezebel
There is no one Girl Geek.
Not all geeks are created the same
Me: I agree with this.
You know what, fuck it. I'm tired of typing, stoned, and my tea might be getting too frozen in the freezer. It's not that much more difficult to raise a geek or dorky kid than any other type, encourage their interests. Get them into science, art, whatever programs. Just like there's little league, there's programs that will foster your kid's intelligence. Why do people try to make life harder than it already it. Hell, it's normally an uphill battle to get started, so why pressure a kid. Tell them to be proud of themselves and to say 'fuck off' to people who try to make light of them or diminish what they can accomplish. As long as they're cool with what they like, the rest of the world can go to hell. That was my mentality. I hated people my own age, now, I'm more accepting of them, and I accept that I love comics, movies and am a general dork. Rock the dorkism! It takes a jackass to rule the school, it takes a brain to rule the nation, or the company. If not a brain, then to be surrounded by brains, but therein you're a puppet.
Jasmine P.
August 10, 2009
Adventures in Virginia Aug 10
Well, this morning on Twitter I announced my plans for the day as follows "morning all! time for New Glasses Adventure, Lease Notarizing Adventure, then 'Back to Norfolk Adventure. too bad it's not that exciting" apparently only 14 hours ago around 8 am.
Things went off normally. Got dressed, went to the bank to get my cosigner lease papers signed by Dorien, but the notary wasn't there, so we went over to the UPS store and got that taken care of. I went my separate way from my brother and was going to get my eyes checked out, but of course, Hour Eyes doesn't open until 10, and not 9, so I went over to the Safeway and got a Doubleshot plus, and some doughnuts. Munched on those in the parking lot than went into Hour Eyes. Sadly, one of the guys who works there that I normally see since I'm normally there in the evenings wasn't working, but oh well. Got checked in and had those fucking annoying tests. The one with the puff of air, and the one with the green rays around a red dot that goes in an out of focus. Went into the exam office and I apparently had the same doctor I had last year. Got my eyes checked out, and apparently my eyes have gotten a wee bit better, so my new glasses will have a smaller reading section of the bifocal lenses. Cheers, motherfucker! I picked out a nice new frame it's black and a bushed bronze. They're half rimmed, which makes me happy that I can finally find half-rimmed glasses for the size of my lenses.
I head back home and to my horror I see my brother on the naked side, thankfully from the side, but then I can see him man-tits. They hang, it was gross! ugh. I get my shit together, clean up the living room then head out in the midst of lunch hour traffic. it takes me almost an hour to get gas, wash my car, and get some food before I take the County Parkway instead of the beltway to I-95S.
On the actually interstate, the traffic moves pretty rapidly. I'm going at 80mph for most of the time. Before I actually get to 295S I stop in Ladysmith for some caffeine, tea and to use the euphemism in defense of the impending traffic I know I won't miss. Back on the road the congestion I'd been in the middle of was way away and the road was mostly clear.
Things are going well enough. I'm making alright time, it's going on 4 and I'm out in Yorktown, about 45min from Norfolk without traffic. With traffic, about and hour and a half. Seeing that things are getting on the congested side, my windows are open and I've hit the bored mood that happens from driving when I kind of don't care anymore and just want to get off the road. I'm looking for my Golds because I figure I'm going slow enough to be able to smoke one. Things are slowing down and my car is going faster than I thought and I rear-end this little piece of Taurus. Fucking a, indeed.
We pull off to the side of the road and I'm shaky. I get out of the car and look at my hood which is now mashed up behind one of the bumper bolts, and the bumper is cracked. The lights look a little cracked, but end up working fine. I go to the kid I hit, he just turned 20 at the beginning of the month. We exchange information and call the cops who take 30 min to get to us so we're out in the sun with traffic blowing past us. I have a smoke while we're waiting.
The cop, a state trooper, get there and checks out both cars an writes no report and we don't have to go to court. I mean, it gets filed and everything, but I don't have to go to court for riding too close to the kid, and he doesn't have to go to court because his license is expired.
I was a bit of a wreck, I was shaking and I started crying. I'm still not sure why. The left side of my neck aches a little and even now I kind of want to crack my back. My neck seems a little stiff when I look the left, but I think I'm pretty much alright. I figured I'd go to the hospital tomorrow if it seemed necessary.
Getting into Norfolk I just want to go to sleep. I'm tired from sleeping 5 hours and then driving for 5. I call Dorien while I'm in tunnel traffic, and later send him some photos. I take some of my own and call AllState. That takes me another hour and I'm just plain worn at this point. On Thursday I go to get AllState to check it out and hopefully soon I'll have a rental and my car will be fixed.
And on top of this I have work orientation in the morning. Promptly at 9. I'm cuttin' out and going to bed now. Waking at 7 to get ready, and hopefully have the time to swing by Borjo for a cup of coffee, or at least for something to eat. I'd rather be drawing.
On a happier note, my Pacino and J. M. Barrie biographies arrived while I was gone, along with my Threadless tees. Cheers! Josh bombed the apartment and killed a whole mess of roaches. downside? They're migrating to my room, fuckers. Duke was fine, and I think Josh may have watered my plants, if so, awesome. I need to dead head the peace lily. Soon. I watched Bonnie and Clyde. Horrible. Horrible flick. I think that's just about everything. I think I'll doodle right quick, then to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
Jasmine P.
Things went off normally. Got dressed, went to the bank to get my cosigner lease papers signed by Dorien, but the notary wasn't there, so we went over to the UPS store and got that taken care of. I went my separate way from my brother and was going to get my eyes checked out, but of course, Hour Eyes doesn't open until 10, and not 9, so I went over to the Safeway and got a Doubleshot plus, and some doughnuts. Munched on those in the parking lot than went into Hour Eyes. Sadly, one of the guys who works there that I normally see since I'm normally there in the evenings wasn't working, but oh well. Got checked in and had those fucking annoying tests. The one with the puff of air, and the one with the green rays around a red dot that goes in an out of focus. Went into the exam office and I apparently had the same doctor I had last year. Got my eyes checked out, and apparently my eyes have gotten a wee bit better, so my new glasses will have a smaller reading section of the bifocal lenses. Cheers, motherfucker! I picked out a nice new frame it's black and a bushed bronze. They're half rimmed, which makes me happy that I can finally find half-rimmed glasses for the size of my lenses.
I head back home and to my horror I see my brother on the naked side, thankfully from the side, but then I can see him man-tits. They hang, it was gross! ugh. I get my shit together, clean up the living room then head out in the midst of lunch hour traffic. it takes me almost an hour to get gas, wash my car, and get some food before I take the County Parkway instead of the beltway to I-95S.
On the actually interstate, the traffic moves pretty rapidly. I'm going at 80mph for most of the time. Before I actually get to 295S I stop in Ladysmith for some caffeine, tea and to use the euphemism in defense of the impending traffic I know I won't miss. Back on the road the congestion I'd been in the middle of was way away and the road was mostly clear.
Things are going well enough. I'm making alright time, it's going on 4 and I'm out in Yorktown, about 45min from Norfolk without traffic. With traffic, about and hour and a half. Seeing that things are getting on the congested side, my windows are open and I've hit the bored mood that happens from driving when I kind of don't care anymore and just want to get off the road. I'm looking for my Golds because I figure I'm going slow enough to be able to smoke one. Things are slowing down and my car is going faster than I thought and I rear-end this little piece of Taurus. Fucking a, indeed.
We pull off to the side of the road and I'm shaky. I get out of the car and look at my hood which is now mashed up behind one of the bumper bolts, and the bumper is cracked. The lights look a little cracked, but end up working fine. I go to the kid I hit, he just turned 20 at the beginning of the month. We exchange information and call the cops who take 30 min to get to us so we're out in the sun with traffic blowing past us. I have a smoke while we're waiting.
The cop, a state trooper, get there and checks out both cars an writes no report and we don't have to go to court. I mean, it gets filed and everything, but I don't have to go to court for riding too close to the kid, and he doesn't have to go to court because his license is expired.
I was a bit of a wreck, I was shaking and I started crying. I'm still not sure why. The left side of my neck aches a little and even now I kind of want to crack my back. My neck seems a little stiff when I look the left, but I think I'm pretty much alright. I figured I'd go to the hospital tomorrow if it seemed necessary.
Getting into Norfolk I just want to go to sleep. I'm tired from sleeping 5 hours and then driving for 5. I call Dorien while I'm in tunnel traffic, and later send him some photos. I take some of my own and call AllState. That takes me another hour and I'm just plain worn at this point. On Thursday I go to get AllState to check it out and hopefully soon I'll have a rental and my car will be fixed.
And on top of this I have work orientation in the morning. Promptly at 9. I'm cuttin' out and going to bed now. Waking at 7 to get ready, and hopefully have the time to swing by Borjo for a cup of coffee, or at least for something to eat. I'd rather be drawing.
On a happier note, my Pacino and J. M. Barrie biographies arrived while I was gone, along with my Threadless tees. Cheers! Josh bombed the apartment and killed a whole mess of roaches. downside? They're migrating to my room, fuckers. Duke was fine, and I think Josh may have watered my plants, if so, awesome. I need to dead head the peace lily. Soon. I watched Bonnie and Clyde. Horrible. Horrible flick. I think that's just about everything. I think I'll doodle right quick, then to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
Jasmine P.
July 26, 2009
Rants of an Internet Nobody
Sometimes, I'm sad that I'm an 'Internet Nobody' but usually that means that my opinions don't get lambasted for much of the 'net to see. I have an opinion, put it out here, and it usually gets ignored. Sometimes I want a response, but when someone decides to hate on my because I don't fall on my knees to worship something else, that would almost make me question if I have a right ot an opinion. I have an opinion, if you don't like it, so what?
This is about a response to a post by David Faraci on CHUD.com. His opinion of the movie was that it wasn't as special as James Cameron is making it out to be. Someone from the crew of the film decided that Faraci was not allowed to say that the film wasn't revolutionary. The story doesn't sound all that interesting to me, I'm not out to see this movie. Some paraplegic military-man gets some magical alien legs and is The One who will save the alien world. Big whoop.
I see where the crew member is coming from, to a point when starts defending Cameron's work. The one Cameron film I saw was Titanic. I thought the movie sucked. Hell, I probably would have liked it more without the romance, but then it's a ship full of [mostly] white people going down. I never gave a rat's ass about Titanic before, so that's not something that's really going to change for me. And so what, one guy, on one site didn't like the preview. Why is he not entitled to not like something?
In my decision to have some sort of response, I have decided to question what this man, let's assume, wrote. It's after 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, and his e-mail was poorly written. I'm not saying this criticism is perfect by any means, but why not entertain myself for a bit?
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I guess I'll stop hounding on this guys inability to use the shift key. How do you know this will be a classic, and since when were classics in ALL CAPS? Why does that next sentence start with 'and?' The word is in capital letters seems like that is more of a statement than a question, and like he's yelling. Is he yelling? I guess he's been yelling for most of his letter anyway, so why not yell a little louder? 'people striving to make you movie' I guess I can't turn a blind eye to that typographical error. Comma after 'after all' Why are there spaces before almost all of his question marks? Excessive comma use use earlier, and not enough commas in that last bit.
Woo! Run on sentences for the win! Two separate thoughts and that comma doesn't work. A semi-colon or better yet, a period should be between 'the minority' and 'anyone who.' Does the person next door know anything about movies? How does any of this correlate to someone owning a horror, excuse me, 'scary' movie? Or does he mean Scary Movie, use of that silly little shift key would have that all clear and easy to understand.
There are so many paragraphs in between those last two quotes that I didn't feel like tearing to pieces, so fuck them. I question, since when did movie fans have an agenda? My film going agenda is pretty much to be entertained, maybe to think about something if the movie is a thinker piece. Here we have another instance of comma-period transference. Well, I don't have that many expectations about this film so if I ever do see it, I might not be let down. I mean, how much further could it go? I've gone into movies with low expectations and have been surprised. I've also gone into movies with high expectations only to see them go crash and burn.
If something hasn't been seen, how could it be considered? I mean, God has been 'considered' in many ways, does that count as being 'seen?' 'There wont be a talking ape?' Webster's defines 'wont' as 'accustomed' 'there accustomed be a talking ape'? Ohh! He means 'won't' as in 'will not' Silly lack of apostrophe. I don't even know what to make of that last sentence.
What? This e-mail was an 'epic fail' in an of itself.
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Wow, that hour just flew by. I could have said more, but I think I did enough. That, and I would like to go to sleep now. This was almost as much fun as group editing English papers in class! And by fun, I really hope person had no hand in writing Avatar because this was so abysmally written. I could have written a better angry e-mail in 10th grade.
Jasmine P.
This is about a response to a post by David Faraci on CHUD.com. His opinion of the movie was that it wasn't as special as James Cameron is making it out to be. Someone from the crew of the film decided that Faraci was not allowed to say that the film wasn't revolutionary. The story doesn't sound all that interesting to me, I'm not out to see this movie. Some paraplegic military-man gets some magical alien legs and is The One who will save the alien world. Big whoop.
I see where the crew member is coming from, to a point when starts defending Cameron's work. The one Cameron film I saw was Titanic. I thought the movie sucked. Hell, I probably would have liked it more without the romance, but then it's a ship full of [mostly] white people going down. I never gave a rat's ass about Titanic before, so that's not something that's really going to change for me. And so what, one guy, on one site didn't like the preview. Why is he not entitled to not like something?
In my decision to have some sort of response, I have decided to question what this man, let's assume, wrote. It's after 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, and his e-mail was poorly written. I'm not saying this criticism is perfect by any means, but why not entertain myself for a bit?
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Everyone is entitled to views, yes even you Devin. which as colleagues point out you share endlessly on "Attack the show" or whatever the title may be. and all this was before a friend shared with me your views on Avatar...That should be a comma and not a period between 'Devin' and 'which'. If you're oging to criticize him, be respectful enough to get his show title right. I didn't seen Faraci's name on 'Attack of the Show' so I don't know what this person is talking about. Ooh! Does having a differing 'view' from yours means he lost his right to having one?!? Where oh where did you get that magnanimous power to revoke someone's ability to have an opinion? Use the fucking 'shift' key. I assume you're an intelligent enough adult to know where it's place. It gets used sporadically. Jumping down a bit.
James Cameron has a vision, James Cameron has a cause, and that cause is to make the viewing experience of watching a film, better for the movie going people, not to mention the home market. James Cameron doesn't compromise. so when i read shitty statements like "The story that I could gather looked very bleh" it really f**ks me off.I've already spoken about how this guy doesn't know how to use the shift key Something I learned in English or in Journalism in high school, after using someone's proper name the first time, you don't need to use their entire name. I see the point, but it almost seems akin to talking about yourself in the third person. Learn how to use the comma, it will only then be your friend. And should be use at the end of that list of how Cameron's film will change things 'forever.' I'm also curious as to how words on a screen and fuck you off. I mean, what doesn't that entail? Is it anything like fellatio? Something like masturbation? Or does it feel like someone is shoving those words up your rectum, or up your urethra?
this is Avatar, NOT dances with wolves in space. and further more it will be a CLASSIC. and what movies are ever classic just for CGI ? so are you aware that this movie IS going to change the face of cinema ? its already started. and when the change hits home for you, lets have less bitching and whining, and have more for the people striving to make you movie going experience a better one! after all isn't that where your bread and butter is made ? unless of course you still want to be watching movies in 20 years time the way you are now ?
I guess I'll stop hounding on this guys inability to use the shift key. How do you know this will be a classic, and since when were classics in ALL CAPS? Why does that next sentence start with 'and?' The word is in capital letters seems like that is more of a statement than a question, and like he's yelling. Is he yelling? I guess he's been yelling for most of his letter anyway, so why not yell a little louder? 'people striving to make you movie' I guess I can't turn a blind eye to that typographical error. Comma after 'after all' Why are there spaces before almost all of his question marks? Excessive comma use use earlier, and not enough commas in that last bit.
Avatar IS photo real.How? It's a CGI environment. The flora will be based off of what's found on Earth. A different planet means evolution happened differently, so the plants won't be the same as those found on Earth, so how is a 'photo real?'
"your walk of shame speaks volumes for the real you" while there may well be people who hate Avatar when they see it, i promise you they will be the minority, anyone who knows anything about movies in a professional light is going to be as swept up as the person next door, who goes once a year, and owns scary movie on DVD.
Woo! Run on sentences for the win! Two separate thoughts and that comma doesn't work. A semi-colon or better yet, a period should be between 'the minority' and 'anyone who.' Does the person next door know anything about movies? How does any of this correlate to someone owning a horror, excuse me, 'scary' movie? Or does he mean Scary Movie, use of that silly little shift key would have that all clear and easy to understand.
and as for the rest of you, real movie fans with no hidden agenda. have faith in us and show up. we will not let you down. we promise.
There are so many paragraphs in between those last two quotes that I didn't feel like tearing to pieces, so fuck them. I question, since when did movie fans have an agenda? My film going agenda is pretty much to be entertained, maybe to think about something if the movie is a thinker piece. Here we have another instance of comma-period transference. Well, I don't have that many expectations about this film so if I ever do see it, I might not be let down. I mean, how much further could it go? I've gone into movies with low expectations and have been surprised. I've also gone into movies with high expectations only to see them go crash and burn.
you will see things never seen before, in ways never considered before, made for you by one of the last great gunslingers of our times. oh and there wont be a talking ape in sight :-) sorry Devin. we like our talking guys and girls tall and strong.
If something hasn't been seen, how could it be considered? I mean, God has been 'considered' in many ways, does that count as being 'seen?' 'There wont be a talking ape?' Webster's defines 'wont' as 'accustomed' 'there accustomed be a talking ape'? Ohh! He means 'won't' as in 'will not' Silly lack of apostrophe. I don't even know what to make of that last sentence.
what is the in word for the online community ? EPIC FAIL ? NOT US :-)
What? This e-mail was an 'epic fail' in an of itself.
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Wow, that hour just flew by. I could have said more, but I think I did enough. That, and I would like to go to sleep now. This was almost as much fun as group editing English papers in class! And by fun, I really hope person had no hand in writing Avatar because this was so abysmally written. I could have written a better angry e-mail in 10th grade.
Jasmine P.
July 22, 2009
Piece of a Rant
This rant could have gone on ages longer, but posted items on facebook have a character limit, which I hit. So the rant stopped, but it would have continued along the same vein as it started. But here I'm only sharing what was written, and that's not near my entire opinion about book banning.
banning and burning books makes me sad. It's not right for one group of parents to try to police other people's children. I ask, how does a pro-homosexual book just being in a library affect one person's mental well being? What about the bookstore down the street? That same book could be purchased by someone who would borrow it from the library, thusly putting more money into 'the wrong hands'
parents should police their own kids and let others on their way and their own business. Whatever future kids i'll have, if they pick up the bible, i'll let them read it. If they pick up The Color Purple, they can read it. If they pick up Mein Kampf, I'll have questions as to why, but in the long run, I'd probably let them read it because my mom very rarely kept me from reading something. If a kid can ask a question, give them a straight answer. If they pick up any time of 'grown up' or 'adult' book that causes them to think about their life a little, I'll be the first to champion them to read
Jasmine P.
banning and burning books makes me sad. It's not right for one group of parents to try to police other people's children. I ask, how does a pro-homosexual book just being in a library affect one person's mental well being? What about the bookstore down the street? That same book could be purchased by someone who would borrow it from the library, thusly putting more money into 'the wrong hands'
parents should police their own kids and let others on their way and their own business. Whatever future kids i'll have, if they pick up the bible, i'll let them read it. If they pick up The Color Purple, they can read it. If they pick up Mein Kampf, I'll have questions as to why, but in the long run, I'd probably let them read it because my mom very rarely kept me from reading something. If a kid can ask a question, give them a straight answer. If they pick up any time of 'grown up' or 'adult' book that causes them to think about their life a little, I'll be the first to champion them to read
Jasmine P.
Batshit Fanbases
I have no shame in admitting I'm a fan of something. But I'm not one of those obsessive and insane, batshit fans. I collect information and media, I collect facts. I like knowing things, it's more of a pipedream to actually meet anything I'm a fan of. If I ever met the actors I like, I'd do my best to not act like an idiot fan, he'll I'd probably become aware of my idiocy and say under my breath 'fuck, I'm acting like a stupid fan' because I say 'fuck, I'm acting like a girl' when I do act like a soft cunt Betty Alice, to take a phrase from my sorely missed and deceased mother. Hell, I have a relative reasonable prediction of how I'd act if I actually met, and wasn't just in the presence of any of them. I'd probably say little and not act like an idiot. If I had any time to actually interact, after ten minutes I'd probably be passed the idiot fan part and act like I had some sense. It'd probably be similar to how I acted when I met Hawk and Anath or Dina Stu, of Pandect fame, at Otakon in 2007, I was nervous, told them I loved the comic, and gave them some fan art. If I met an actor I like, I'd probably tell them I enjoy their work, and I'd probably try to ask a question they're not often asked by fans. I like trying to set my self apart from a crowd. But that's my prediction of how I would act.
That being said, this has been written after reading about how fucking batshit insane the Twilight fan-base is, and the worry that normal SDCC participants have. It's understandable considering just how fuckign retarded they cam be when they may be meeting the object of their desire, and just how much they clogged the system last year, that SDCC regulars, or not just Twilight attendees, are worried about what will be happening with this year's impending SDCC, which kicks off in a way tonight as people migrate to San Diego, but in actuality tomorrow.
While reading through things that /Film has written, but also through the comments, it has reaffirmed my knowledge that people are too fucking ignorant. The Twilight-tards are ignorant for acting the way they do. I don't care how personal the writing may be, as if you're the protagonist of the story, it's not fucking real. And to the seemingly male dominated posters at /Film, for shame. Some of the comments were incredibly, and disgustingly ignorant. 'Who cries over a book' which was apparently about some Harry Potter fan who was sad they couldn't get their book when it was released. I don't often cry while interacting with inanimate objects, or with a book or movie, but some of each have and will. I'm sure that fan-boy has cried over some book out there, but he's acting like a dick to make other fans feel worse.
To the batshit fanbases, relax. No, I have never crossed state lines to see any of the actors i've been interested in. But why would I want to be apart of a mob where I'd just be another face in a sea of insane faces. No object of my desire is worth my life, nor anyone else's life. In another way of thinking about it, would you want to hurt that which you have put up on some ignorantly tall pedestal? I highly doubt it.
I say shame on the batshit fans, and shame on those who lump all women together in thinking that some retarded vampire gets their knickers wet. Yeah, I have thought vampires were interesting, but I'm now more for the violence of it all and not the fact that they're all gorgeous pretty boys. I look forward to Daybreakers where the vampires rule the earth. I'm probably a lot closer to the sexist anti-Twilight people, but I have admitted to being sexist against women, it happens, a teacher I had back in tenth grade was the same. That aside, I won't read the books, I won't watch the movies, and in a few years everything will blow over. There will be another big insane pretty boy out there that those easily swayed women will cream over, and I'll probably avoid that too. I don't like insane fan-bases, they actually turn me off of things. If you really want someone to respect your opinion, don't go batshit and bludgeon them over the head with why they should love it too, be reasonable. Or don't give a rat's ass. I love Pushing Daisies, my brother's don't. Oh well. Big fucking whoop, we have differing opinions, but it's not like it's something we all have to deal with. Hell, ever. I'll enjoy the dead show and wish it had continued, and maybe one day they'll want to watch it, if not, so the fuck what?
My guess is that most of this will be preaching to the choir for anyone who reads this. What was the point of this, because my rant was incredibly non linear...I guess, mostly to tell people to calm down, on both, or possibly every side of an opinion. Fans, calm down, anti-fans, calm down. It's not that big a deal. If you don't like it, avoid it at all costs, if you do, don't be a bitch about it. Whatever my point is, it's still probably lost in the words of this long and winding rant.
Jasmine P.
That being said, this has been written after reading about how fucking batshit insane the Twilight fan-base is, and the worry that normal SDCC participants have. It's understandable considering just how fuckign retarded they cam be when they may be meeting the object of their desire, and just how much they clogged the system last year, that SDCC regulars, or not just Twilight attendees, are worried about what will be happening with this year's impending SDCC, which kicks off in a way tonight as people migrate to San Diego, but in actuality tomorrow.
While reading through things that /Film has written, but also through the comments, it has reaffirmed my knowledge that people are too fucking ignorant. The Twilight-tards are ignorant for acting the way they do. I don't care how personal the writing may be, as if you're the protagonist of the story, it's not fucking real. And to the seemingly male dominated posters at /Film, for shame. Some of the comments were incredibly, and disgustingly ignorant. 'Who cries over a book' which was apparently about some Harry Potter fan who was sad they couldn't get their book when it was released. I don't often cry while interacting with inanimate objects, or with a book or movie, but some of each have and will. I'm sure that fan-boy has cried over some book out there, but he's acting like a dick to make other fans feel worse.
To the batshit fanbases, relax. No, I have never crossed state lines to see any of the actors i've been interested in. But why would I want to be apart of a mob where I'd just be another face in a sea of insane faces. No object of my desire is worth my life, nor anyone else's life. In another way of thinking about it, would you want to hurt that which you have put up on some ignorantly tall pedestal? I highly doubt it.
I say shame on the batshit fans, and shame on those who lump all women together in thinking that some retarded vampire gets their knickers wet. Yeah, I have thought vampires were interesting, but I'm now more for the violence of it all and not the fact that they're all gorgeous pretty boys. I look forward to Daybreakers where the vampires rule the earth. I'm probably a lot closer to the sexist anti-Twilight people, but I have admitted to being sexist against women, it happens, a teacher I had back in tenth grade was the same. That aside, I won't read the books, I won't watch the movies, and in a few years everything will blow over. There will be another big insane pretty boy out there that those easily swayed women will cream over, and I'll probably avoid that too. I don't like insane fan-bases, they actually turn me off of things. If you really want someone to respect your opinion, don't go batshit and bludgeon them over the head with why they should love it too, be reasonable. Or don't give a rat's ass. I love Pushing Daisies, my brother's don't. Oh well. Big fucking whoop, we have differing opinions, but it's not like it's something we all have to deal with. Hell, ever. I'll enjoy the dead show and wish it had continued, and maybe one day they'll want to watch it, if not, so the fuck what?
My guess is that most of this will be preaching to the choir for anyone who reads this. What was the point of this, because my rant was incredibly non linear...I guess, mostly to tell people to calm down, on both, or possibly every side of an opinion. Fans, calm down, anti-fans, calm down. It's not that big a deal. If you don't like it, avoid it at all costs, if you do, don't be a bitch about it. Whatever my point is, it's still probably lost in the words of this long and winding rant.
Jasmine P.
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