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Three semi-related bitchrants + a completely separate additional bitchrant =
[1] I hate the Oscars. No, it's actually my cable company that I hate. Or perhaps the TV program scheduling people. Or my mom. Haven't quite decided which deserves my wrath and blame the most. I went to a concert last night, and knowing that I was going to miss The Oscars, I set my DVR to record the ceremony. I came home after 11-ish and learned (through annasedlak) that Kate Winslet FINALLY won the ultimate award after so many years of being the consistently snubbed nominee. GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH, justice as last! Will have to watch tomorrow, I decide. Had friends over tonight to watch The L Word, also DVR'd last night. But first, mother wants me to DVR The Bachelor, which was a honkin' two-hour special, because she was going out. Fine. Watched my lesbians, and...
[1a] The L Word is officially dead to me. It's nothing but a joke. Total side-show circus nonsense. I am actually relieved that there are only two more episodes until the series is done. I've never been so disappointed and, ultimately, heartbroken by television fiction in my life. The characters all suck, except ironically for the ones I used to hate, who now only suck a little bit less than the ones I was once so emotionally invested in. WTFever.
[1] ...after our L viewing, I noticed that Bachelor had finished recording. I decided to watch the Oscars to see Kate win, and to delete that three-hour bullshit from my DVR forever (HATE Hollywood awards ceremonies, for the most part). So I get to the end and realize that my DVR is about to cut off the show, even though it was JUST about to get to Best Actress. And then it happened. Because the ASSCLOWNS who host/present these stupid events can NEVER finish in a timely manner, the show, as usual, went who KNOWS how many minutes over scheduling. But the DVR only recorded for as long as the TV Guide said it would be on-air. Anyway, I stopped it, deleted it, and noticed that TWO of my Nip/Tuck episodes had mysteriously and suddenly disappeared. Yeah, my cable company apparently doesn't offer much space for DVRing, so it just automatically deletes shit without permission. Like when you record silly things that are two and three hours long. The two oldest programs I had saved were the first two Liz/Christian-centric Nip/Tucks...and they're gone. I was hoping to wait until this season was released on DVD (several months from now) before I would delete those episodes, because they were so amazing. The first was the one where Liz takes care of Christian while he's sick from chemo, and he ends up having [what appeared to be] sleep-sex with her. People thought Liz got kinda-sorta raped, when they failed to notice she initiated it AND she didn't say no. She was lovingly caressing him as he was sleeping, which he apparently wasn't really doing at that moment in time, he then took advantage of an opportunity to release his built-up sexual tension that was being alluded to all episode, she cried because it's a complex issue of two close friends going for it, the end. Then there was that second episode during which she finally confessed to him that she didn't have an orgasm because his penis has God-like powers, nor was she suddenly heterosexual, bisexual, or even bi-curious; she just wanted HIM...the person. Very moving, emotional, revelatory scene.
...WIPED AWAY! The shit better repeat soon or so help me Lucifer...
[1b] Tomorrow night (er, tonight, technically) - I better get my wedding. Only two episodes left this season and I want what I want, FOR FUCKING ONCE. I realize this ship is a train wreck waiting to happen, but it can still be enjoyably meaningful while it lasts. I want a sweet wedding ceremony, some kind of INTIMATE scene that doesn't involve nonreciprocal foreplay, and Christian needs to tell Liz she's beautiful. That one is most important. I think that, if this pairing isn't meant to last, it at least serves the noble purpose of character development; Christian needs evolve by learning that it's okay to be attracted to a woman who isn't a perfect 10, and Liz needs to learn that she can still be beautiful without physically sacrificing herself for others' superficiality.
[2] When the person onstage asks you NICELY to do something, you fucking DO IT. Especially if that person is a Virgo. Chrissie Hynde, bless her surprisingly humble heart, generously asked the 90385203968 people in the audience (people OLD enough to know better) who were flashing their cameras and phones and binoculars at her, to put their blinding gadgets away...REPEATEDLY. She even apologized for having to ask them to put their cameras away - something THEY should be apologizing for doing, in addition to CONTINUALLY IGNORING her instructions! Please, someone explain to me what is so goddamn important about recording a concert...PLEASE? How would you like being distracted and blinded by people who don't give a rat's ass about your work, who just want lots of hits on their YouTube channel? I mean, you're 45 years old and STILL have no concept of concert etiquette, and common sense/courtesy?! Sit down, shut up, and listen to what the ARTIST onstage has to say, as they are not your own personal entertainers. As for me, I was able to ABSORB the [brilliant, hard-rockin', awesome, perfect] concert without the distraction of having to make sure my camera was capturing everything.
Also, tall people should only be allowed in concerts if they are forced to sit down, or stand in the back.
Too many fucking idiots on this planet, I swear.
On a happier sidenote, thank you to my crack dealer spattergroit for the new LJ header (although my lazy ass still can't quite get the rest of my layout to do it justice)! And for all the other Liz/Christian contributions...such as the 20 or so icons I just uploaded.
[1] I hate the Oscars. No, it's actually my cable company that I hate. Or perhaps the TV program scheduling people. Or my mom. Haven't quite decided which deserves my wrath and blame the most. I went to a concert last night, and knowing that I was going to miss The Oscars, I set my DVR to record the ceremony. I came home after 11-ish and learned (through annasedlak) that Kate Winslet FINALLY won the ultimate award after so many years of being the consistently snubbed nominee. GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH, justice as last! Will have to watch tomorrow, I decide. Had friends over tonight to watch The L Word, also DVR'd last night. But first, mother wants me to DVR The Bachelor, which was a honkin' two-hour special, because she was going out. Fine. Watched my lesbians, and...
[1a] The L Word is officially dead to me. It's nothing but a joke. Total side-show circus nonsense. I am actually relieved that there are only two more episodes until the series is done. I've never been so disappointed and, ultimately, heartbroken by television fiction in my life. The characters all suck, except ironically for the ones I used to hate, who now only suck a little bit less than the ones I was once so emotionally invested in. WTFever.
[1] ...after our L viewing, I noticed that Bachelor had finished recording. I decided to watch the Oscars to see Kate win, and to delete that three-hour bullshit from my DVR forever (HATE Hollywood awards ceremonies, for the most part). So I get to the end and realize that my DVR is about to cut off the show, even though it was JUST about to get to Best Actress. And then it happened. Because the ASSCLOWNS who host/present these stupid events can NEVER finish in a timely manner, the show, as usual, went who KNOWS how many minutes over scheduling. But the DVR only recorded for as long as the TV Guide said it would be on-air. Anyway, I stopped it, deleted it, and noticed that TWO of my Nip/Tuck episodes had mysteriously and suddenly disappeared. Yeah, my cable company apparently doesn't offer much space for DVRing, so it just automatically deletes shit without permission. Like when you record silly things that are two and three hours long. The two oldest programs I had saved were the first two Liz/Christian-centric Nip/Tucks...and they're gone. I was hoping to wait until this season was released on DVD (several months from now) before I would delete those episodes, because they were so amazing. The first was the one where Liz takes care of Christian while he's sick from chemo, and he ends up having [what appeared to be] sleep-sex with her. People thought Liz got kinda-sorta raped, when they failed to notice she initiated it AND she didn't say no. She was lovingly caressing him as he was sleeping, which he apparently wasn't really doing at that moment in time, he then took advantage of an opportunity to release his built-up sexual tension that was being alluded to all episode, she cried because it's a complex issue of two close friends going for it, the end. Then there was that second episode during which she finally confessed to him that she didn't have an orgasm because his penis has God-like powers, nor was she suddenly heterosexual, bisexual, or even bi-curious; she just wanted HIM...the person. Very moving, emotional, revelatory scene.
...WIPED AWAY! The shit better repeat soon or so help me Lucifer...
[1b] Tomorrow night (er, tonight, technically) - I better get my wedding. Only two episodes left this season and I want what I want, FOR FUCKING ONCE. I realize this ship is a train wreck waiting to happen, but it can still be enjoyably meaningful while it lasts. I want a sweet wedding ceremony, some kind of INTIMATE scene that doesn't involve nonreciprocal foreplay, and Christian needs to tell Liz she's beautiful. That one is most important. I think that, if this pairing isn't meant to last, it at least serves the noble purpose of character development; Christian needs evolve by learning that it's okay to be attracted to a woman who isn't a perfect 10, and Liz needs to learn that she can still be beautiful without physically sacrificing herself for others' superficiality.
[2] When the person onstage asks you NICELY to do something, you fucking DO IT. Especially if that person is a Virgo. Chrissie Hynde, bless her surprisingly humble heart, generously asked the 90385203968 people in the audience (people OLD enough to know better) who were flashing their cameras and phones and binoculars at her, to put their blinding gadgets away...REPEATEDLY. She even apologized for having to ask them to put their cameras away - something THEY should be apologizing for doing, in addition to CONTINUALLY IGNORING her instructions! Please, someone explain to me what is so goddamn important about recording a concert...PLEASE? How would you like being distracted and blinded by people who don't give a rat's ass about your work, who just want lots of hits on their YouTube channel? I mean, you're 45 years old and STILL have no concept of concert etiquette, and common sense/courtesy?! Sit down, shut up, and listen to what the ARTIST onstage has to say, as they are not your own personal entertainers. As for me, I was able to ABSORB the [brilliant, hard-rockin', awesome, perfect] concert without the distraction of having to make sure my camera was capturing everything.
Also, tall people should only be allowed in concerts if they are forced to sit down, or stand in the back.
Too many fucking idiots on this planet, I swear.
On a happier sidenote, thank you to my crack dealer spattergroit for the new LJ header (although my lazy ass still can't quite get the rest of my layout to do it justice)! And for all the other Liz/Christian contributions...such as the 20 or so icons I just uploaded.