trenchkamen: (Totally innocent)
I really wish there was a used market for vibrators and sex toys.

Think about it. You waste a ton of money on stuff that may or may not do it for you, but there's zero resale value. It's really a crapshoot to find the right thing, especially if you're a difficult customer, so to speak.

A market would be feasible if there were stringent industrial sterilization requirements for resale (autoclave, etc), but there's still the 'yuck' factor that will turn most people off the idea.
trenchkamen: (Sakura rain)
This is my contribution to the "I Believe in Sherlock Holmes" campaign. Please print and re-distribute everywhere.

Moriarty was real. )

I also have the original template I made here, and the template with the yellow graffiti here. Feel free to use for your own graphics, just credit, please.
trenchkamen: (Determination)
Had a good time at Anime LA this year, as usual. Worked in Prog Ops, so I was in the back most of the time. I've found that quite a few of the 16-year-old volunteers we had are staunch Deadmouse fans. Is this a thing now with the high school aged fans? Also, fans old enough to volunteer for us who don't remember when the original Pokemon came out. I remember when all American publishers called anime "Japanimation" and you got your fansubs by sending in a VHS with a SASE. And they seem enthralled when I tell them this. Oi.

I am blessed to have so many friends in LA I get to see each time I go out there. It's still a little mind-blowing.

Oh, and I now have a tumblr. It is (and will be) 100% image macros and stuff I find funny. So far it's categorized in discreet fandom blocks as you can track which blog archives I trolled through. Friend me.

Also don't know whether the fact that I was clearly *not* the only person to draw Harvey Dent parallels during The Reichenbach Fall should depress me or not. Because the internet beat me to this. But I thought it, which has some cosmic significance, right? Right?

I believe in Sherlock Holmes.

Shit got way real way faster than I expected. Season 2, overall, was just as amazing as Season 1, even though my heart is a little broken at the end. Bloody BRILLIANT acting and writing. I'm eager to see how the writers are going to pull this little one off at the beginning of season 3. I bet you an internet dollar Molly is involved.

Let's revisit this again, because it's still so achingly relevant. And discuss.
trenchkamen: (Wow.)
Is this a joke?

No, seriously, is this Newt Gingrich's idea of hipster irony or sarcasm? I feel like I'm missing something key here, because he just attacked a political opponent for speaking French. He can't be serious. That, or this is one of those ads he hopes will work on two levels--some people will find that part funny, others will take it seriously, and it's the fact that I KNOW that there are huge blocs of voters who will take that as valid criticism that scares me.

Is this the only country where it's considered shameful and unpatriotic to be well-traveled and speak a second language? Do you know how much the rest of the world laughs at us for our staunch linguistic isolationism, and for thinking it's a waste of time to teach our kids second (third, forth) languages while it's easiest for them?

And no, I don't like Mitt Romney. That isn't the point here.

Also meanwhile, The Devil Inside, another POS "found footage" horror movie, tops the box office, while twice as many people went to see Alvin and the Chipmunks as they did to see The Adventures of Tintin, which was excellent, by the way. This is not the sort of vapid, uninspired shit your kids should grow up on.

You vote with your dollars. This is why we keep getting the same uninspired crap out of Hollywood.
trenchkamen: (Pensive)
There's been a lot of chatter in the internet overhead re: Game of Shadows and the overt fanservice/bromance in conjunction with furious "NO HOMO" spattered throughout the movie. I admit, I did enjoy the fanservice. I squeed like the braindead fangirl I am and just ate it up. But that's all it is, ultimately--subtext. You can take it or leave it. That's all Hollywood seems to tolerate, and they seem very self-righteous about it. Like that's enough progress. Like they're really making a difference.

Except, not really. It's the same old cowardly shit calculated to make a buck by not REALLY offending anybody, other than fringe fundies.

I've been meaning to write a thesis on my feelings regarding the heightened acceptance of fanservice even in Hollywood movies--but it's only okay so long as it's played up in such a way that you can CHOOSE whether or not you have to accept homosexuality. You can laugh it off with your bros as an awkward "NO HOMO" moment, because, seriously, actually making a mainstream hero gay, in a movie that isn't explicitly a homo rag? Would just ruin the whole thing.

This post, which has gotten the link run-around, perfectly sums up my feelings on the matter, and I applaud the author. As does this little ditty on tumblr.

Does this mean I'm angry at this once instance, in which Holmes and Watson did not explicitly come out? No. A deep, platonic friendship is just as valid an interpretation as homosexuality/bisexuality (keeping in mind our modern concepts of sexual orientation did not exist in the 1890s). But I'm fucking sick of seeing this always done halfway, with an out for anybody who wants to keep in denial. Decisions do not take place in a vacuum, and it's hard to condemn one person's artistic decisions without infringing upon their rights as an individual. But we must acknowledge the patterns. And we must acknowledge the platitudes thrown at slashers/gay audiences as half-measures. It's the same argument made against the Racebenders: clearly, YOU are the racist ones for not being color blind. Which can be true in individual instances.

But, the trends are made up of individual instances.

So, what do we do?

If we protest individual instances, we are accused of being heterophobic, slash-obsessed, myopic, and hysterical. But protesting a trend doesn't do much. People maintain their personal biases, and their right to choose how to write stories. But we keep doing it, because we hope new authors, and filmmakers, will be influenced by the movement, and choose to integrate alternate sexualities, racial diversity, etc, into their works of their own volition. So that's how it effects individuals. But corporations (who back and publish most works) focus on large, mass-consumption products, and therefore, on trends. So we're back to trends controlling individuals. There are always excellent niche market publishers and film-producers who will take on unconventional products, but there they remain--niche, and often critically-acclaimed, but ignored by the majority of society. The society that votes, and makes decisions that effect us all.


Anime LA was pretty rad again this year. I worked prog ops, so I spent a lot of time in a back room, but I got to get out and see things. It's nice not to worry about costumes and meetups and stuff, sometimes. Past month I've been finishing up graduate school applications, writing, reading, etc, not the sort of thing to write The Net about unless something gets really interesting. Still need to watch the new Sherlock and finish Mawaru Penguindrum. Working on Persona 2: Innocent Sin.
trenchkamen: (Partner)
Five days.

I don't even know what to do with myself.

Two years. It's been so long. Yeah, it's been so long. And I've been putting out a fire with gasoline.

God they have my ideal relationship.

And even if you read them as totally hetero, they still have my ideal relationship.

Also can't wait to see Stephen Fry as Mycroft. Cue mad dash for me to rent Wilde so I can not only see him as Oscar Wilde (appropriate, since I just read the transcripts of his trials), but see him with Jude Law as Lord Alfred Douglas. Queue the "you fucked my brother/boyfriend!" jokes. (Annie? Do you even read this?) I think I still have to turn in Idiocracy from a few months ago, first.

Think I can get [ profile] omegadonut to cosplay as Watson? Or is that going to be the last straw? (Movie-verse Watson. BBC-verse he looks too much like Sherlock.)
trenchkamen: (Sakura rain)
I finished reading Yokohama Kaidaishi Kikou, by Ashinano Hitoshi. I loved it.

It is a brilliant stroke to tell a story about transience through immortal cyborgs. Maybe many Westerners would even find that counterintuitive, because transience--more specifically, mono no aware, the nuances of which I will not belabor here, but if you are not familiar, look it up, it's a treat--is a particularly Japanese literary theme, and most Western works focus only on the rapid change the future brings. But there is a constant in that, change and transience, and though we have the saying "the only constant in life is change", I don't think Americans have come to understand that paradox fully. It's given token observance in some speculative fiction, usually in passing dialogue, but nowhere in Western media have I seen the constant side of transience explored with a fraction of the depth given in YokoKai.

This is a world where few things are explained. In that way, it reminds me of Haibane Renmei. Mysteries are left open, and the characters come to open-ended conclusions about everything. There is no closure, and no loose ends are tied together. In this sense, YokoKai defies a cardinal rule of Western storytelling. And yet, it works beautifully. The mystery lends to the gorgeous atmosphere, and the gentle sense of wonder. The artwork is stunning, simple yet powerful pen-hatching.

This is a story about humanity, though sparse and pervaded by nature. An unelaborated ecological disaster has cleaved the human population, sea levels rise and carve out new landscapes. Life is simpler in this story, slow. This is, as Alpha says, the twilight of human existence. Humans will pass from this world, and the world will continue on without it. Yet, the world has been changed by the presence of humans, aside from the disaster--plants resemble human technology, and humans have left behind robots, sentient beings who will survive beyond the twilight. There is a gentle optimism in this, a strange constant in a story pervaded by mono no aware, an awareness of transience. But this is transience backed by the constant of nature, and of evolution. It is sentience that is sacred. Robots are treated no differently from humans, for they are human in that most important way. And sentience, the ability to reflect, has marked the world, leaving psychic residue that manifests as shadows, such as the plants.

The multi-task, multimedia-saturated generation must find it hard to imagine such a simple and slow life. The only technology seen in the manga is moderately old or unobtrusive--motor scooters, cameras, coffee makers. The characters communicate by snail mail. Nary a cell phone or mention of the internet, or even television, is seen. Alpha spends entire days doing nothing but painting the shop, riding about on her moped to take photographs, or fixing up an old well. Such a slow pace, unencumbered by entertainment, must seem like the setting for a profoundly boring life. I admit, though I can sit and daydream far longer than most of my peers, I usually want to be doing something cerebral, like reading, or playing a video game. I don't know if this is mostly because of my desire for 'efficiency' (like sitting around leisurely is a waste of precious time) or my scattershot Gen-Y attention span. I admit I have that urge to sit in front of my laptop far more than I should, as do all of my friends--you should see some gatherings, where everybody is in front of a screen--even though I know reading blogs is just as unproductive as sitting around daydreaming. But there is that illusion of productivity, when we sit in front of technology. Then again, plant me in a library, and I'll be entertained from opening to closing. Is reading a physical book any more inherently good, though?

This is also a world of work-life balance. The overworked Japan of today is gone. People work as much as they need to, with ample leisure time. Alpha frequently leaves her cafe for days at a time, and often receives only one guest per few days. And they can sustain this lifestyle because there is zero commercialism--they work for money to purchase what they need. No keeping up with the neighbors. No consumerist lifestyle. Sure, they live in simplicity, but they're happy. They have the basic creature comforts--nay, luxuries, like air conditioning and running water--but that is all they need. We could all take a lesson from this, given our hyper-commercialized and overworked lives. These people shy not from good, hard work, but they work to achieve a goal, not to spin their wheels, or produce more beyond what is needed for the sake of an edge. There is no blind cycle of consumption. And I have found hard work with a purpose is far more cleaning, and fulfilling, than work half as hard with no purpose.

Inherent in seeing the beauty in YokoKai will be the fact that some people will accuse of thinking too hard about all this crap. On its face, this is a manga about nothing, just mundane details of daily life, making coffee, re-building a cafe, riding into town on a motor scooter. That is a deeply Japanese aspect of the work, showing beauty through the mundane without further elaboration. It's left for the reader to decipher. I can't think of any American works even remotely in the mainstream (or sub-mainstream) that have such slow pacing. In pacing, it's decidedly un-American, un-Western. Quite literally nothing happens for long stretches of story arc. Finding meaning in it must seem to many as though one is trying too hard, or is being pretentious. And being accused of being pretentious is almost worse than being accused of being a hipster. I really think only a Westerner with zero exposure to Eastern works could think that.

Let us look at the concrete details. It is a story about cyborgs, the dying human race, and a world after an ecological disaster we caused. How many stories encompass these themes? And yet, YokoKai is utterly fresh, new, and brilliant. I do not say this lightly. Perhaps because I've had such extensive exposure to brilliant interpretations of the ways technology and life will intersect in the future, I've become vastly harder to impress. A lot of mainstream American science fiction has nothing of interest to offer me. See, for example, Avatar, which explores nothing new in science fiction, and explores it far less deftly than many earlier works.

I think some people interpret my cynical criticism of such movies as just that--the hallmark of a critical, cynical, and jaded person. I've been accused of 'looking for things' to gripe about. But I fancy that it is a sign of a life more deeply contemplated and exposed to superior, stunning art. I don't think this makes me inherently better than anybody else, but I do resent being accused of faux-jadedness, jadedness for the sake of being cool. I can be quite the enthusiastic appreciator of beauty.

I think the accusation of 'looking for things' to gripe about, be offended by, etc (itself a classic derailing tactic) occurs when somebody with a deep, extensive understanding of a subject (either through exposure, like art or ally activism, or through living it, as in the case of a member of an underprivileged group itself) is quick to see things others either miss entirely or see as entirely novel. There is a level of expertise common in the accused. Not that there aren't cynical, unhappy people who do find fault with everything, but activists and scholars deeply resent being lumped into that juvenile camp. And because it's an accusation hinting at juvenile nihilism or blind rebellion, the derailing tactic doubles as a discrediting tactic. That nihilism is the flip-side of hipster irony, liking kitschy things because of their perceived lack of value, but in appreciating irony you have to acknowledge there is something inherently inferior or unlikable about the subject in the first place.


Overall, Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou is a real treat. It's grand, sweet, and breathtakingly beautiful in its simplicity, yet brilliantly imagined. It features a world that unfolds organically for us to discover, and leaves us with a sense of open wonder. It makes me want to drive a moped down an open country road, just for the thrill of being.
trenchkamen: (Wow.)
It's not?

God, the comments themselves are a study. These are some choice bits from the Facebook feed linked in from this joint.

This seems to be the dominant thesis: any risk is absolutely unacceptable, any whatsoever, and if your kids get hurt or the rare and unimaginable happens, it is YOUR FAULT for allowing them any freedom at all. Also, hysteria, moral panic, and gross, GROSS overestimation of risk.

Remember that these comments are in response to letting a ten-year-old, who has taken a bike safety class, by the way (did those exist prior to our generation?), to ride a mile home from school through a residential area. In an era when violent crime is lower than it has been since the 70's and 80's (era of the latchkey kids). That sounds like excellent daily exercise to me, but to some people, it's child endangerment.

For what it's worth, quoted commenters: you're all idiots, and if you don't like it, come at me. And while you're at it, learn to math and common sense.

This is apparently not sarcasm. )

I love the furious backpedaling that results when people cite reliable sources of crime rates in the past 50 years. Basically, the response becomes that no risk, NONE, is acceptable, and if you accept even the smallest risk for your child, you are a horrid parent, and you don't care. What is that phenomenon called where people are horrid at understanding very small fractions and probabilities on the order of one in a million? And where the number of times an instance is talked about, a person thinks it's more likely?

And why are all these people saying it's not safe anymore? Crime is LOWER than it has been in decades. All reliable statistics corroborate this. All things considered, we live at the safest time in human history. Yes, that is taking into account all the dangers that face us. Life is dangerous. It always has been. There's just more constant sensationalist, borderline pornographic fixation on the rare horrors of life on TV. We're paralyzing a nation in fear. Parents admitting they won't let their kids play in the yard because look at all the rapists and kidnappers on TV? That's their proof? This is like a parody.

I do concede that car congestion, car size, and average speed have increased, which serves as a danger. But why is everybody talking about kidnapping and pedophiles?

This is why we are raising a generation of neurotic, helpless, soft kids. I am in the first half of this coddled 'generation me' or whatever the hell we're calling it now, but I escaped that fate. I was a 90's kid, for reference, in 6th grade when 2000 rolled around. I rode my bike all over our various rural neighborhoods. Hell, as young as 1st or 2nd grade I was given free reign in our neighborhood. I'd walk what seemed quite far to my short legs, down steep hills and canyons, to creeks, given some common sense about local critters and traffic safety. And this was before kids had cell phones. AND, I kept to myself a great deal of the time, so I didn't even have much strength in numbers. But this was considered normal. The positive effect on my self esteem, industriousness, courage, cannot be overstated. Hell, I was a belligerently neurotic kid, a real frady cat by that day's standards. I was afraid I would catch every disease I ever heard of (and I read a LOT, so I heard of quite a few) and even went through a phase where I was convinced every single passing car housed a drive-by shooter. But I kept going out and about, just myself, and usually a book, often with my little sister, against the huge and scary world. It made me into a better person.

I can't imagine how bad I'd still be if I were raised by some of these contemporary parents.

I think the moral panic and fear is getting even worse.

And here's an example of car privilege: people say if the girl had fallen or gotten hit, the blame would be on the police for not stopping her earlier, or the mom for reckless endangerment. What about the driver of the car? Not ONE MENTION of culpability for speeding, reckless driving, distracted driving. The norm for the burden of culpability has shifted dramatically. What about the girl, if she had been the one behaving recklessly? She is old enough to know the road rules. It sounds like she does, and was at no fault. The police backpedaled and lied (the original police report is in circulation) to save face when this story blew up.

And, because we live in this culture of blame and fear, when the hard (a broken bone) or unimaginable (death, kidnapping) happens to a child, the parents live with the additional burden of guilt. As if the burden of losing a child isn't horrific enough.

I think there's a selfishness in not allowing your kids to do ANYTHING, because the risk to your heart is too great. Certainly, there are limits, and parents need to parent and set appropriate limits. But our definition of 'appropriate' has become insane and infantalizing.

Oh, and citing sex offender statistics for your area is a worthless measure of safety. That list also contains college streakers, guys that got drunk and pissed behind a building that one time, 18-year-olds who had relationships with 16-year-olds. According to our lawmakers, *I* should be on that list, condemned for life to de-facto house arrest, brutal monitoring, and de-facto unemployability, not to mention the mindless acts of vigilantism citizens commit on anybody unfortunate enough to wind up on that register. The whole system is a fucking wreck, and no authority will step up and do anything because zie will appear 'soft on sex offenders', or a 'supporter of child rapists'. Another example of our hysterical, dumbed-down, sound-bite-driven voting populace. Either make the list reserved for violent or predatory offenders, or eliminate it.

And let's reserve some of the moral outrage for people who won't slow the fuck down when they drive. Or who can't stop fiddling with their cell phones while barreling through a residential area at 45mph in a behemoth SUV. That is reckless child endangerment. Crack down on the drivers. Let kids have their childhoods.
trenchkamen: (Balls)
Knitted up a lovely hat. Took 1.5 hanks and was far too large for me. The earflaps started at my chin.

I felted it.

It is now so small I have to jam it onto my head, and the earflaps barely cover. And the fringe looks like dreadlocks, in a bad way.

I'm not even sure what the hell to do with it at this point.It's extremely sturdy and thick felt, so I can't stretch it much.

Never going to finish all this by Holidays.
trenchkamen: (Skywalking)
This is a dedication to an awesome cat.

Bastet ("Bassy") - Spring 1994 - October 28, 2011

Bassy was a loving, tough little kitty, who, even well into her old age, didn't take shit from anybody (or any-creature) and never hesitated to shove herself right under what you were doing. She never stood down, even with dogs multiple times her size. She loved the attention of her humans and constantly tried to find a way to be as in your face as possible.

As a young adult she was paralyzed from the waist down in a garage door accident, and, though the vet did not anticipate a recovery, she regained full use of her lower body and went on to live another 13 years. Hence, we called her our 'miracle cat'.

She was kind of a gnarly creature. She had defective tear-ducts, so she was constantly leaking mucous out the corners of her eyes. This didn't bother her one bit, though it did gross out her humans. She had a bit of a gimp after her accident, but, again, she's damn lucky that's all she walked away with (or that she walked away at all). When she developed hyperthyroidism she went from a plump girl to a gaunt skeleton, despite medication and our best efforts to keep weight on her. But she just kept on cruising and loving life.

A few months ago she was diagnosed with renal failure. She did okay until then, started to slow down. 24 hours before her death she suddenly got very weak and tired. Renal failure itself isn't painful, so she passed easily, comfortable and with her family. Her luck followed her to her easy death. She was spoiled to the end, with somebody constantly attending to her. She lived to a very respectable 17-and-a-half years.

And, wherever 'she' is now, she's reunited with her brother, who passed away earlier this year.

Whitey and Bassy

I don't know if there is an afterlife. But I'd like to think if there is, and if there's any justice in the world, she and Whitey are cruising together through the beyond.

Bassy, we love you. And I'm so glad you got to be a part of my life.

Go to bed

Oct. 11th, 2011 03:32 am
trenchkamen: (Wish I knew how to quit you)
This is a beautiful post.

I say this not only because of its thesis, but because it is a beautiful piece of writing. It is deft, simple, shows-not-tells, skillful in the few tactile descriptors to evoke immediate recognition. Image. A sense of place.
trenchkamen: (Partner)
Coming here since I'm sick of writing my asinine grad school personal statements. Not sure if they want me to focus more on my science or my imagined contribution to campus diversity (like my privileged white ass is going to count for anything).

I know I haven't checked or been online much lately. I've been moving computers, which has been taking more time than anticipated.

While I'm here, internet: yes, I have seen this video. I knew it existed long before it was on freaking Family Guy. And I knew of it before Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer talked about it on the Venture Bros. Season 1 commentary, but that is a far more acceptable way of hearing of it. I know it's terrible and awesome and oozing sexual tension, and looks like somebody's hipster faux-bad 80s retro music video. It just needs off-center framing with random splashes of fluorescent color on a film-grain background. Also looks like it was done on one take, fueled with lots of coke.

By the way, boys, I'd still like to see this as a duo costume, no matter how bad Jagger's clothes are.
trenchkamen: (HEY!)
My childhood in a nutshell.

Fuck the haters.

Also, this is finally happening. Please, for the love of Tobias, don't disappoint me.
trenchkamen: (Oh god.)
I think I saw her on campus. Multiples of her.

I'm laughing because it's so true. And then I feel like killing something.

Oh, and I saw multiples of this kid.
trenchkamen: (And you still don't understand)
As pointed out to me by [ profile] joeshadows:

Enough noise cannot be made about this issue (as well as the erasure of characters of color). Spread it. Write it. Let agents and editors know that the presence of an LGBT main character will NOT hurt sales (to any significant degree; there will always be bigots in the world).

I see this is mostly an issue with YA; a lot of the 'adult' SF/F I read has openly LGBT-spectrum characters. Maybe publishers are afraid parents will raise a huge issue or boycott.

And, above all, don't compromise in your own writing. There ARE agents and publishers who won't make you 'straighten up' your characters.
trenchkamen: (Naughty side)
You guys.

It's a Lampent plush. With a pumpkin.

I... I have no words for how much I need this in my life. For a reasonable price.


Oh, and, uh, Happy 9/11. I guess. Is that what we're saying now?

I was in 8th grade, having just moved here from Texas, and watched the second tower fall on the little cathode ray TV in my sister's room. Arizona was on Pacific Time during September, so the first tower fell when most of us were still asleep. Went to my personal hell of a middle school, because I had to make a show of normalcy or bravery or something (this made sense at the time, because it is what a Prince would do), even though I was one of FOUR students who showed up in my homeroom. We watched the news all day on those lovely TVs Channel One put in every classroom so they could advertise moar Coke products and Sketchers during school hours.

9/11 was horrible. I'm not debating that. I can't imagine the terror and pain the victims went through, as well as their families. But far more than 3,000 people die each day from starvation, disease, war, neglect, straight-up murder, etc, around the world (and in America), but it isn't stamped into our cultural consciousness because it isn't nearly as theatrical, isn't a direct attack on 'merica, and isn't on the news. And there isn't anybody to blame in a natural disaster but your gods and, if you're astute, the humans who might have done some shoddy planning for such disasters. Or who might have changed the climate, but you can't establish direct culpability in each incidence, and natural disasters have been happening since long before the industrial age.

We should reserve some of our outrage and altruism for the tragedies permeating humankind every single day.


Sep. 8th, 2011 02:28 pm
trenchkamen: (Wow.)

And you can tell the world you know the badass who capped this shit when it shows up on Failbook.
trenchkamen: (Determination)
I desperately need to see a copy of this, somehow.

I see shit like this all the time at Target, etc, and I guess few people are calling them out on it. At least J.C. Penny got called out on one shirt. Even though, really, it's a drop in the bucket, and a lot of the garbage department stores put out "for girls" is like this. Oh, and don't even bother with the comments section of that article. It's just rage-inducingly stupid.

I've spent a lot of the past two days knitting (finishing the Katamari earmuffs I started over two years ago) and re-watching Arrested Development in the background. The show always cheers me up. Always. Also finishing up the NaruMitsu doujinshi colors I was doing for icons, stuff I started back in college, because I remember working on one during a class I took junior year. Basically a lot of self-pacifying behavior.

Phoenix feels a lot more empty these days. So does my house. Maybe it's just me.
trenchkamen: (Get your towels ready)
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Every damn time, no matter how bad I sound singing it.

And, lately, if it's time to weeaboo out (like, every time I do karaoke anywhere in California), this shit happens. Fuck you kids with your Narutos and your Bleaches. This show is 10X more epic than anything you've ever seen.

This also happens a lot. Apparently Justin Beiber has a song with this title? No, that is NOT OKAY. I do NOT want to do a YouTube search for "Somebody to Love" and have that be the first fucking link that comes up. Jefferson Airplane is the only acceptable alternative. Justin Beiber isn't fit to suck Freddie Mercury's cock. And neither are you, by the way.

Also, David Bowie and Depeche Mode. I guess "Take On Me" is that ONE SONG. I just felt like listing more.


I caught Nerd Flu from the Pokemon Tournament. Thanks, Pokefaggots. Really.
trenchkamen: (Immature sore loser)
I got a call from an unknown number this morning. The speaker sounded like a human, and he asked for me by name, so I was a little bit excited.

He wanted to know if I wanted to renew my American Chemical Society subscription. I said I was busy and hung up.

For what it's worth, ACS membership isn't worth crap. It's about as persuasive a credential to my science portfolio as one of those draw-in 'art tests' is to my art portfolio, even if I got a reply back saying I drew the bear very well, and had real creative potential, and would I like to pay an easy $99 for a correspondence course to tap into my limitless potential? Anybody can be in ACS, if you have money and give enough of two shits to sign up. I was a member because I got a steeply discounted price in college as a student affiliate (I thought THAT would show initiative on a grad school application, or something), and the magazines were occasionally a good read.

Also got what I thought was a fic review, but it was spam.

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