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In an effort to distract myself from trying to stomp all over someone who vastly deserves it, I require distraction. I am trying to Be Nice, you see, and it does not come easily to me. However, I'm Making The Effort
*grits teeth*
I feel like one of the "Blue-Ribboners" in Disturbing Behaviour, which, if you haven't seen it, don't bother. Typical teen horror flick, where the students are TEH POSSESSED, the janitor is TEH CRAZY BUT BRILLIANT, and James Marsden is SoNotATeenager!Student. The "plot" is thin on the ground, but Patented Crazy Psychiatrist Who Operates On His Own Children And Fucks Up has a plan to save Troubled Teens who don't toe the line. This is by turning them, by means of Big!Scary!Machinery into the Blue Ribboners, who are, basically, Abercrombie and Fitch Zombie Models, who beat themselves senseless on mirrors, each other, and everything around them when they have a sexual urge.
My quest for Nick Stahl has reached epic proportions, if I'm watching this movie. *hides Wasted under bed and speaks not of it*
Having watched it, though, I can safely say that there should be a congressional amendment to keep Nick Stahl from ever being a clean person. He is, fundamentally speaking, a dirty boy, and looks a hell of a lot better scruffy, in many-layered clothes, and with longish hair than he ever will in a suit with short hair.
Yes, my lust for Stahl is an unclean thing that scares Grandma.
At any rate. If I can compare Being Nice to being a zombie abercrombie and fitch slave, you can see it's not a good thing. Moral high ground be damned, I want to wallow in the mire, snarky and vicious and armed with an MP5 and a whole lot of time, simply because it is fun.
But barring that ever happening, I also don't want to sit around and think about how Nice I am Being. It makes me feel vaguely ill, actually iller than Disturbing Behaviour managed to make me feel. So I crave distraction.
Therefore, I have two items of business today.
First, a shoutout to the new people! Pleased to meet you. Mind the gap.
Second, a game for everyone.
Recommend me something. I'm mainly thinking writers, directors, musicians, books, movies, and music, but if you really really want to recommend horse porn, you can do that too. Any images involved should be worksafe - I'm not traumatising my entire flist. If you want to post this request in your journal, I'll play too.
Yeah. I crave new stuff, for some reason, and I think I'm one small Palahniuk/Welch purchase from being barred completely from ever entering Borders again. Also, you know, the point is to find out about new stuff I don't know about.
On a nonsequentially related note, since I was on imdb anyway, I looked at Stahl's movie list and I really want to see Eye of God now. It's probably crap, but I want to see it.
The only problem is that I don't think it'll be available in stores. I'll either have to buy it off Amazon, or I'll have to Netflix it or something, and I really don't want to do either of those. Here's why.
In clothing, I wear a 24W for jeans, and an 18 in shirts, as long as they're to fit tight. In shoes, I wear a women's 12W or a women's 13M. In music, I'm currently obsessed with the Boondock Saints soundtrack, the Twist soundtrack, Willow, and Royal City. In books, I like lots and lots of out of print things. In DVDs, I like movies that weren't ever really huge releases, at least lately. (The holy quintity is Alan Rickman, Nick Stahl, Norman Reedus, Edward Furlong, and Ed Norton. Not much there for Blockbuster's New Release monolith.)
Consequently, I already live too much of my life online, simply because it is rarely available in a bricks-and-mortar store. I can, apparently, no longer buy shoes at Payless, since they closed the store I used to use that had large sizes. I can only buy jeans on the second Thursday of every other month from Lane Bryant, there is no Boondock Saints or Twist soundtrack, and Royal City and Willow are minor artists. Etc.
So having to either rent or buy DVDs online is yet another step in the attempt to keep me in my house 24/7. I have few ways of going out to shop, which I sometimes enjoy, without being completely unable to find something acceptable. Almost everything I want has to be ordered, either by me or by the store.
I think, frankly, that this is a shitty state of affairs. As a costumer/seamstress, I can tell you that one of the great pleasures of life is to run your hands over fabric. Trying things on is an infinite help, especially when compared to buying it blind, then having to return it. Actually holding a cd or a dvd is a big step to buying it, for me. And touching books...well, a new book is, as an object for touch, far more sensual than sex ever has been.
I am, by my tastes and sizes, being constrained to shop online only because it is now an option. No one has asked if I prefer it, nor whether I want to actually use that method. Instead, stores are able to shunt all of the ugly-fat-lady, deviant-sexual-freak, drug-addict-addicted shit into their online store, so that they don't need to see me in their actual store.
And yes, that's a bit paranoid. But I'm being consistently told (and I'm quite, quite sure I'm not the only one) that I am not wanted in stores because...well, the only reason we even sell 24W jeans is because they come in a bulk lot with the size 5 misses, and we'd rather sell them than have to sneak out at night and burn them in the parking lot, but only because we'd get in trouble from the laws.
That's about the attitude you encounter.
And I hate it. It's consistent. They haven't that size/actor/author/whatever, kthnxdie. I know that by our postmodern protestations of "Ohmygawd I HATE shopping!!!eleventyone!" I'm crazy, but I genuinely enjoy shopping, under certain constraints, which are basically, I have money and anyone I'm with is not insane.
And something I enjoy is being taken away from me because I do not fit society's molds. "Online shopping" is the substitute for real shopping that methadone is for heroin, from everything I've ever heard about methadone.
Lovely. I need a big container for my fresh, steaming load of joy.
*grits teeth*
I feel like one of the "Blue-Ribboners" in Disturbing Behaviour, which, if you haven't seen it, don't bother. Typical teen horror flick, where the students are TEH POSSESSED, the janitor is TEH CRAZY BUT BRILLIANT, and James Marsden is SoNotATeenager!Student. The "plot" is thin on the ground, but Patented Crazy Psychiatrist Who Operates On His Own Children And Fucks Up has a plan to save Troubled Teens who don't toe the line. This is by turning them, by means of Big!Scary!Machinery into the Blue Ribboners, who are, basically, Abercrombie and Fitch Zombie Models, who beat themselves senseless on mirrors, each other, and everything around them when they have a sexual urge.
My quest for Nick Stahl has reached epic proportions, if I'm watching this movie. *hides Wasted under bed and speaks not of it*
Having watched it, though, I can safely say that there should be a congressional amendment to keep Nick Stahl from ever being a clean person. He is, fundamentally speaking, a dirty boy, and looks a hell of a lot better scruffy, in many-layered clothes, and with longish hair than he ever will in a suit with short hair.
Yes, my lust for Stahl is an unclean thing that scares Grandma.
At any rate. If I can compare Being Nice to being a zombie abercrombie and fitch slave, you can see it's not a good thing. Moral high ground be damned, I want to wallow in the mire, snarky and vicious and armed with an MP5 and a whole lot of time, simply because it is fun.
But barring that ever happening, I also don't want to sit around and think about how Nice I am Being. It makes me feel vaguely ill, actually iller than Disturbing Behaviour managed to make me feel. So I crave distraction.
Therefore, I have two items of business today.
First, a shoutout to the new people! Pleased to meet you. Mind the gap.
Second, a game for everyone.
Recommend me something. I'm mainly thinking writers, directors, musicians, books, movies, and music, but if you really really want to recommend horse porn, you can do that too. Any images involved should be worksafe - I'm not traumatising my entire flist. If you want to post this request in your journal, I'll play too.
Yeah. I crave new stuff, for some reason, and I think I'm one small Palahniuk/Welch purchase from being barred completely from ever entering Borders again. Also, you know, the point is to find out about new stuff I don't know about.
On a nonsequentially related note, since I was on imdb anyway, I looked at Stahl's movie list and I really want to see Eye of God now. It's probably crap, but I want to see it.
The only problem is that I don't think it'll be available in stores. I'll either have to buy it off Amazon, or I'll have to Netflix it or something, and I really don't want to do either of those. Here's why.
In clothing, I wear a 24W for jeans, and an 18 in shirts, as long as they're to fit tight. In shoes, I wear a women's 12W or a women's 13M. In music, I'm currently obsessed with the Boondock Saints soundtrack, the Twist soundtrack, Willow, and Royal City. In books, I like lots and lots of out of print things. In DVDs, I like movies that weren't ever really huge releases, at least lately. (The holy quintity is Alan Rickman, Nick Stahl, Norman Reedus, Edward Furlong, and Ed Norton. Not much there for Blockbuster's New Release monolith.)
Consequently, I already live too much of my life online, simply because it is rarely available in a bricks-and-mortar store. I can, apparently, no longer buy shoes at Payless, since they closed the store I used to use that had large sizes. I can only buy jeans on the second Thursday of every other month from Lane Bryant, there is no Boondock Saints or Twist soundtrack, and Royal City and Willow are minor artists. Etc.
So having to either rent or buy DVDs online is yet another step in the attempt to keep me in my house 24/7. I have few ways of going out to shop, which I sometimes enjoy, without being completely unable to find something acceptable. Almost everything I want has to be ordered, either by me or by the store.
I think, frankly, that this is a shitty state of affairs. As a costumer/seamstress, I can tell you that one of the great pleasures of life is to run your hands over fabric. Trying things on is an infinite help, especially when compared to buying it blind, then having to return it. Actually holding a cd or a dvd is a big step to buying it, for me. And touching books...well, a new book is, as an object for touch, far more sensual than sex ever has been.
I am, by my tastes and sizes, being constrained to shop online only because it is now an option. No one has asked if I prefer it, nor whether I want to actually use that method. Instead, stores are able to shunt all of the ugly-fat-lady, deviant-sexual-freak, drug-addict-addicted shit into their online store, so that they don't need to see me in their actual store.
And yes, that's a bit paranoid. But I'm being consistently told (and I'm quite, quite sure I'm not the only one) that I am not wanted in stores because...well, the only reason we even sell 24W jeans is because they come in a bulk lot with the size 5 misses, and we'd rather sell them than have to sneak out at night and burn them in the parking lot, but only because we'd get in trouble from the laws.
That's about the attitude you encounter.
And I hate it. It's consistent. They haven't that size/actor/author/whatever, kthnxdie. I know that by our postmodern protestations of "Ohmygawd I HATE shopping!!!eleventyone!" I'm crazy, but I genuinely enjoy shopping, under certain constraints, which are basically, I have money and anyone I'm with is not insane.
And something I enjoy is being taken away from me because I do not fit society's molds. "Online shopping" is the substitute for real shopping that methadone is for heroin, from everything I've ever heard about methadone.
Lovely. I need a big container for my fresh, steaming load of joy.
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Fixed. ;)
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Perhaps you'd like to listen to KMFDM? (I bet you do already.) Or perhaps The Bloodhound Gang? (middle-school suburban white boy funk-rap with an acid tongue. Helps to have seen scads of children's programming in the US.)
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It's on the schedule for Monday, then.
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god you rule.
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It goes on the list, but because it's about hustlers it gets higher priority than Salman Rushdie.
I think I'm going to hell for that.