these are the contents of my head
"You do more nursing than anyone not in a little white cap should."
So says my psychiatrist. My aunt came to stay with us for a month, and I was like, "yay!" because I love my family. And then we started to realize that she was pretty clearly in the first stages of dementia. Surprise! And I'm the only one at home during the day, so I'm a nurse for the next four weeks or so. At this point I should just train as a home health care aide, because I've been one for about three years out of the past five.
The difference between "good" and "entertaining"
I was about to recommend American Horror Story to Sis-in-Law, because I love it. But then I remembered that it is Ryan Murphy, and maybe I shouldn't get her invested in it, because you get an average of thirteen episodes of solid storytelling out of any Ryan Murphy project before he just says, "Fuck logic, consistency, and cause and effect! My paper dolls do what I want." The only reason I can still hang in there with Glee is because I expect it to be completely nonsensical and frequently offensive, use characters as plot devices, only occasionally stumble into insightfulness or a solid narrative, and still be fairly compelling. He's like the funniest, most risqué four-year-old in the world when it comes to narrative restraint. I completely understand people who ragequit watching his shows, but I'm just like, "Ryan Murphy. *kanye shrug*"
Speaking of Glee
Dear people who write het fic about teenagers,
Please go to Wikipedia. Look up "hymen." Remember where it is located. When we've got that down, we'll have a conversation about the rarity of vaginal orgasms and controversies surrounding the G-spot.
Wishing you knew these things because you probably have this anatomy,
Cristen
Ticketmaster Magic
Sis-in-Law is making me go see New Edition and K-Ci and JoJo with her, because we're old as hell. So I logged onto Ticketmaster to buy tickets a week after the onsale date, and got 5th row. The hell? This never happens when I actually want it to. I used to sit there refreshing like a madman at 10am to get decent NSYNC tickets, and lately, since I actually have disposable cash now, I've been biting the bullet and shelling out for Ticketmaster's "Platinum Tickets" because I'll give my nieces front row for Glee and Jonas Brothers and Big Time Rush if it's what they want. But the one time I don't actually care where I'm sitting, we get 5th row.
And this is the school portion of the post
So we had a reading group meeting and we started talking about white supremacist websites (one of the group members is a musicologist who studied white nationalist music, and I just know a lot about white supremacist groups. No, I don't know why.) Anyway, we were talking about the "covert" racist sites, and I looked around and realized that I was in a room full of people who believed that we live in a white supremacist culture, and we never even had to have an argument about it. It was just taken for granted. And this is why I'm still in school: I don't want to be out there with everybody else.
Also school-related, Sis-in-Law is having enough trouble adjusting to her science courses that she is asking me for help. I cannot tell you how desperate you have to be for that. And I keep telling her, "this is what happens when you spend high school beating people up so they'll do your homework for you." Until I met her, I didn't even know that people actually did that. Like, I thought it was a media creation. I am ridiculously sheltered.
Daddy and dating
Dad and I had a surprisingly adult conversation last night about dating. He was telling me that when Mom was alive, he was constantly noticing attractive women, but now that he can do something about that, he doesn't want anyone. And I told him, he may meet someone tomorrow who's worth taking a chance on, or he may never date again, but he can't force it or think it's weird. Everyone's different. Personally, I think he won't date again, because he was ridiculously devoted to my mom. It's hard to find someone else when you were married for 35 years to someone you planned to marry the minute you met them. Seriously, their courtship, including engagement, was about 1% of the total time that they were together. That's not easy to follow.
I am a threat to professionalism everywhere
I was in the office talking to my brother about something or other, and he stretched. He always does this weird thing where he pulls his elbows into his sides and arches his back and looks like a T-Rex. So of course I imitated him and started stomping my feet (in my Batgirl shoes) while saying, "T-Rex angry! T-Rex smash Cleveland!" The new office manager gave this fleeting look that clearly said, "holy shit, these idiots own half of this company," before pasting her indulgent smile back on. It's better that she knows now.
So says my psychiatrist. My aunt came to stay with us for a month, and I was like, "yay!" because I love my family. And then we started to realize that she was pretty clearly in the first stages of dementia. Surprise! And I'm the only one at home during the day, so I'm a nurse for the next four weeks or so. At this point I should just train as a home health care aide, because I've been one for about three years out of the past five.
The difference between "good" and "entertaining"
I was about to recommend American Horror Story to Sis-in-Law, because I love it. But then I remembered that it is Ryan Murphy, and maybe I shouldn't get her invested in it, because you get an average of thirteen episodes of solid storytelling out of any Ryan Murphy project before he just says, "Fuck logic, consistency, and cause and effect! My paper dolls do what I want." The only reason I can still hang in there with Glee is because I expect it to be completely nonsensical and frequently offensive, use characters as plot devices, only occasionally stumble into insightfulness or a solid narrative, and still be fairly compelling. He's like the funniest, most risqué four-year-old in the world when it comes to narrative restraint. I completely understand people who ragequit watching his shows, but I'm just like, "Ryan Murphy. *kanye shrug*"
Speaking of Glee
Dear people who write het fic about teenagers,
Please go to Wikipedia. Look up "hymen." Remember where it is located. When we've got that down, we'll have a conversation about the rarity of vaginal orgasms and controversies surrounding the G-spot.
Wishing you knew these things because you probably have this anatomy,
Cristen
Ticketmaster Magic
Sis-in-Law is making me go see New Edition and K-Ci and JoJo with her, because we're old as hell. So I logged onto Ticketmaster to buy tickets a week after the onsale date, and got 5th row. The hell? This never happens when I actually want it to. I used to sit there refreshing like a madman at 10am to get decent NSYNC tickets, and lately, since I actually have disposable cash now, I've been biting the bullet and shelling out for Ticketmaster's "Platinum Tickets" because I'll give my nieces front row for Glee and Jonas Brothers and Big Time Rush if it's what they want. But the one time I don't actually care where I'm sitting, we get 5th row.
And this is the school portion of the post
So we had a reading group meeting and we started talking about white supremacist websites (one of the group members is a musicologist who studied white nationalist music, and I just know a lot about white supremacist groups. No, I don't know why.) Anyway, we were talking about the "covert" racist sites, and I looked around and realized that I was in a room full of people who believed that we live in a white supremacist culture, and we never even had to have an argument about it. It was just taken for granted. And this is why I'm still in school: I don't want to be out there with everybody else.
Also school-related, Sis-in-Law is having enough trouble adjusting to her science courses that she is asking me for help. I cannot tell you how desperate you have to be for that. And I keep telling her, "this is what happens when you spend high school beating people up so they'll do your homework for you." Until I met her, I didn't even know that people actually did that. Like, I thought it was a media creation. I am ridiculously sheltered.
Daddy and dating
Dad and I had a surprisingly adult conversation last night about dating. He was telling me that when Mom was alive, he was constantly noticing attractive women, but now that he can do something about that, he doesn't want anyone. And I told him, he may meet someone tomorrow who's worth taking a chance on, or he may never date again, but he can't force it or think it's weird. Everyone's different. Personally, I think he won't date again, because he was ridiculously devoted to my mom. It's hard to find someone else when you were married for 35 years to someone you planned to marry the minute you met them. Seriously, their courtship, including engagement, was about 1% of the total time that they were together. That's not easy to follow.
I am a threat to professionalism everywhere
I was in the office talking to my brother about something or other, and he stretched. He always does this weird thing where he pulls his elbows into his sides and arches his back and looks like a T-Rex. So of course I imitated him and started stomping my feet (in my Batgirl shoes) while saying, "T-Rex angry! T-Rex smash Cleveland!" The new office manager gave this fleeting look that clearly said, "holy shit, these idiots own half of this company," before pasting her indulgent smile back on. It's better that she knows now.