you, me & the bourgeoisie

Going through the fic you've bookmarked in the past few years, only to discover that (what seems like) half of it is located on journals that have been deleted and purged, is rather depressing.

When I drink too much I have this awful habit of haranguing people on the relative values of Morrissey, The Clash, and Depeche Mode. The sad fact is that I know precisely when this particular rant was born: during my third year of college some halfwitted boy, upon learning that I liked The Clash, assumed this meant that I loved Depeche Mode (which-- no, no, no. "Personal Jesus" my friends, and that is it), and failing that it clearly meant I loved Morrissey and/or The Smiths...I really do not understand the mind of the Morrissey fanatic (which isn't to say that I don't like The Smiths - I do, I just don't think Morrissey is, you know, the Beginning and the End). I'll spare you the intervening forty minutes, but the entire thing ends with me saying that just because they're sort of (but not really) from the same era, doesn't mean that they sound at all alike, or that their fans all end up in the middle of a damn venn diagram. If I get *really* caught up, I'll end it by yelling POST HOC ERGO PROPTER HOC, NO, NO, NO. Badly pronounced Latin and incomplete sentences - the true way to tell that I've gone off my head.
I'm having some issues with my 'd' key - clearly a life lesson on why I shouldn't eat pizza over my laptop.

Threadless makes ipod skins apparently. Obviously I fell victim to an entirely new way to waste money! Behold:
One of my favorite things to do, on a blustery cold Sunday evening, is sit on the couch for hours creating playlists. Choosing each song, carefully experimenting with the order; modifying, adjusting, calibrating.. oh I can spend hours. My absolute favorite part is the very end: choosing the name of the playlist. Today I've spent two hours developing a playlist I've just now decided to call "Destroying the Dreams of the Faux Romantics", a line I'm pretty sure I stole from someone else. Is it sad that my favorite thing isn't actually listening to the new playlist? I'm listening to every song while I'm creating it and somehow I derive so much more joy from making minute adjustments than from actually listening to the songs in the order I spent so long agonizing over.

What's *really* sad is that as we no longer make mix tapes (or cds) I don't have an excuse to exchange playlists with other people. It used to be such a wonderful thing, exchanging mix cds with a friend - the nervousness in handing over something that you've spent hours on: "will they like it? will they understanding the overarching theme? will they get what I'm trying to say?" And getting one in return was just as good - I'd never have loved Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" the way I do if someone hadn't handed me a mix cd in which it followed "Hallelujah" and preceded "Perfect Day". Honestly, I'd never have survived adolescence without my stereo & collection of cds friends had made.

I still make mix cds and mail them to my dad.

My building has been out of hot water for two days straight. That's all.

Oh wait, one addition: IT'S 30-ODD DEGREES AND WINDY LIKE A KNIFE

(Did you know that the name Wendy was originally popularized by Peter Pan? In fact, until Wendy Darling appeared, it wasn't even a name?)

The problem with '80s fashion coming back is that this time around I'm old enough to realize the utter hideousness of what I'm wearing.

(Today I found leggings with stirrups at the Gap. Just--- NO.)

My icon is also wrong you know. Just so we're clear.

If you haven't seen this, you should.

Guys, where is all the Losers fanfic? I am in desperate need of Jensen backstory. Also? Pooch and his tiny bobble-headed dog! is there anything more adorable? Let me answer that for you: nooooo

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS

Reason 47 why I follow Newt Gingrich on Twitter: He's holding a twitternactment of the Battle of Trenton. A TWITTERNACTMENT! It's a whole new word! Wondering how he'll manage the re-enactment of a battle 140 characters at a time? ME TOO.

Someday, when I move out of the city and suddenly have need of a car again, I'm going to buy this bumpersticker . The back of my car must be adequately opinionated before I take it out in public!

Be thankful you don't live in Virginia. The governor's race is RIDICULOUS. If I ever had a thought of voting for Bob McDonnell* it was destroyed by his awful commercials.



*I never did. I dislike both candidates, and am still puzzled as to why VA Dems thought Deeds had a better chance against McDonnell

I've let my livejournal paid account expire - why not, right? I rarely post, and when I do it's always a cross-post w/ dreamwidth. Obviously this is the fiscally responsible thing to do!
Except it turns out there are advertisements on every page and I miss my icons. It's like giving up on part of my life that's been with me through college, post-graduate wandering, that first job, shitty break-ups, weekends spent mainlining sci-fi and 28 episodes of an anime series no one outside ye olde LJ has ever heard of. Huh.

In other non-related news I'll be in Oregon in two weeks-- where I'll have a beach house full of sun, sand and surf! There's a tiny voice in my head chanting "VA-CAY-TION! VA-CAY-TION! WOO!"

I'm so ready to return to the west coast with proper weather.

There are an entire host of reasons I don't ever want at Kindle: I like the smell of books, I like that gray smudge on your fingers from cheap paperbacks, etc

But this? this is my favorite reason:

In a move that angered customers and generated waves of online pique, Amazon remotely deleted some digital editions of the books from the Kindle devices of readers who had bought them.
An Amazon spokesman, Drew Herdener, said in an e-mail message that the books were added to the Kindle store by a company that did not have rights to them, using a self-service function. When we were notified of this by the rights holder, we removed the illegal copies from our systems and from customers devices, and refunded customers he said.

The best part of all of this? the books were Animal Farm and 1984.

It's almost too perfectly ironic to be true.

I feel like I've been on a three-week bender - which would at least add a little life to my life, but sadly it's just that I've been sleeping on the floor and grinding my teeth a lot.

I think my family is about three months away from signing me up for eHarmony. I have to say, the thought of the matches I'd get based on a profile my family wrote up for me...dear god, help me.

ETA: Forgot to add - if there's anyone who doesn't have a dreamwidth account and wants one, let me know.

Also, who forgot to tell me David Tennant was in Harry Potter? David Tennant! I love his crazy faces. \o/