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i went dog-sitting this weekend and internet use was sporadic at best (by which i mean "from one spot on the bedroom floor where i had to hold my computer on my knees whilst sitting perfectly still") and basically not worth it, so instead i watched my quarterly-required amount of television (this woman had a television. how novel!) and got completely sucked into an america's best dance crew marathon. holy shit, whyyyyy? and now i am, like, really invested in who wins! and i kind of love we are heroes beyond all reason. partially for their name. that's a great name! i was crushed when vogue evolution got eliminated, though. OH GOD, TELEVISION. YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME.
speaking of television, do i really have to say anything about the season premiere of house? do i? really? okay then, dear characters on house: do you ever just step back, look at yourself, and go "no, stop, this is wrong"? and, dear writers of house: same question on to you. i'm definitely getting out the "what kind of fuckery is this?" tag on here. i love that one! it's almost as useful as "man-hating lesbians" turned out to be. in all seriousness, though, what sort of person goes to a freaking mental ward to visit their mysteriously catatonic sister and decides it might be a good idea to begin a relationship with one of the effing patients? in what universe is that considered remotely alright? does it not occur to you that these people are there because they cannot make sound choices for themselves?? does the issue of consent enter you thought process at all? see also: WHAT THE FUCK SORT OF STAFF FINDS OUT THIS IS GOING ON AND GOES "LOL, OKAY!"? why the fuck is she allowed to keep coming back? why is she not served with some kind of restraining order? i am not even touching on the fact that she is cheating scum. actually, yeah. i'll go there too. if she had no intention of acting like a responsible adult wrt her apparently unsatisfying, loveless, yet fruitful (lol, kidz) marriage, then she knew she was fucking around with an emotionally unstable person's, well, emotions. alls i can say is, lola would have handled this situation better. or maybe she wouldn't have. okay, she would have handled it better 33% of the time. and also, WHY IS SHE NOT PARTIALLY CULPABLE FOR NEARLY GETTING A MAN KILLED? the proper response, when someone says "i'm in ur car, stealin' ur...car" is not "okay, u seem nice!" it's "get the motherfuck out of my motherfucking car, i'm calling the motherfucking cops on your ass you psycho"! again, why no restraining order? she is clearly unstable. she clearly does not make good choices. she should probably be talking to someone about this.
enough hating on lola. there is enough haterade for all! let's start with: house. you're an ass. people are not vehicles for your personal growth. i'm pretty much back to where i started when this show was all shiny and new: this man should definitely not be practicing medicine. i don't like mean people, and i don't like mean doctors, and i remember being a scared kid, and i remember my mom being a scared mom, and the last thing either of us needed was some creep with a god complex yelling at us about how we were dumbfucks. or treating me like i was disposable and anything that got fucked up was okay AS LONG AS HE LEARNT SOMETHING AND COULD GROW AS A PERSON. shove it up your ass, dude, i'd also like to grow as a person. preferably beyond the age of eight.
THIS WAS A REALLY BAD MENTAL HOSPITAL. i'm willing to believe that bit wasn't bad writing, but it still made me angry. and made me want to get involved with mental health activism. pretty much, i am scared to do this, lest the truth about how crazy i actually am comes out and i have to ~*deal with the system*~ or something :(
come on, house, it's a psych ward. do you really think there's anything you can do to piss them off that they haven't already seen? really? remind me what you had to do to graduate med school, again?
i was kind of waiting for this to actually be fight club or something. i can't tell whether that would have been awesome or not. but when hugh laurie started whaling on his roommate i was just waiting for the camera to pull back on him punching the floor or something. or just cut to the next scene of him all bruised up. idk.
everytime television shows someone in a manic cycle, i just want to curl up in a little ball and never speak to anyone again because i hope like fuck i don't sound like that when i talk, except i know i do, because one time when i was ten my mom asked me, in all seriousness, if i was a cokehead or something because she couldn't understand a thing i was saying. in actuality, i'd just heard something interesting (probably about whales) and was really excited to tell her about it. and i also may have been playing hopscotch in the tiles on the kitchen floor. this isn't so much a quibble about the show itself. it just made me really uncomfortable.
that all said, i can't stay mad at hugh laurie. so his character's a douche. oh well! he's still the cat's pjs!
(this goes for franka potente as well. jsyk.)
in other news, i have been leaving myself post-it notes in the shock doctrine with increasingly rage-filled comments. you know, in case i ever forget to be angry about capitalism. i have a feeling that, by the end of the chapter, they will have degenerated into simply "MOTHERFUCKERRRR!!!" i would say that this is really bad for my blood pressure, but i have really low blood pressure to begin with. so this might actually keep me from passing out like that one time when i was 19! hmmmmm.
but!! weakerthans on friday! this will cheer me up y/y? because if there's one thing john k samson knows, it's how to write an uplifting song! ummmm, i mean...because i don't associate them with any bad things in my life or people i will never speak to again?
...fuck.
speaking of television, do i really have to say anything about the season premiere of house? do i? really? okay then, dear characters on house: do you ever just step back, look at yourself, and go "no, stop, this is wrong"? and, dear writers of house: same question on to you. i'm definitely getting out the "what kind of fuckery is this?" tag on here. i love that one! it's almost as useful as "man-hating lesbians" turned out to be. in all seriousness, though, what sort of person goes to a freaking mental ward to visit their mysteriously catatonic sister and decides it might be a good idea to begin a relationship with one of the effing patients? in what universe is that considered remotely alright? does it not occur to you that these people are there because they cannot make sound choices for themselves?? does the issue of consent enter you thought process at all? see also: WHAT THE FUCK SORT OF STAFF FINDS OUT THIS IS GOING ON AND GOES "LOL, OKAY!"? why the fuck is she allowed to keep coming back? why is she not served with some kind of restraining order? i am not even touching on the fact that she is cheating scum. actually, yeah. i'll go there too. if she had no intention of acting like a responsible adult wrt her apparently unsatisfying, loveless, yet fruitful (lol, kidz) marriage, then she knew she was fucking around with an emotionally unstable person's, well, emotions. alls i can say is, lola would have handled this situation better. or maybe she wouldn't have. okay, she would have handled it better 33% of the time. and also, WHY IS SHE NOT PARTIALLY CULPABLE FOR NEARLY GETTING A MAN KILLED? the proper response, when someone says "i'm in ur car, stealin' ur...car" is not "okay, u seem nice!" it's "get the motherfuck out of my motherfucking car, i'm calling the motherfucking cops on your ass you psycho"! again, why no restraining order? she is clearly unstable. she clearly does not make good choices. she should probably be talking to someone about this.
enough hating on lola. there is enough haterade for all! let's start with: house. you're an ass. people are not vehicles for your personal growth. i'm pretty much back to where i started when this show was all shiny and new: this man should definitely not be practicing medicine. i don't like mean people, and i don't like mean doctors, and i remember being a scared kid, and i remember my mom being a scared mom, and the last thing either of us needed was some creep with a god complex yelling at us about how we were dumbfucks. or treating me like i was disposable and anything that got fucked up was okay AS LONG AS HE LEARNT SOMETHING AND COULD GROW AS A PERSON. shove it up your ass, dude, i'd also like to grow as a person. preferably beyond the age of eight.
THIS WAS A REALLY BAD MENTAL HOSPITAL. i'm willing to believe that bit wasn't bad writing, but it still made me angry. and made me want to get involved with mental health activism. pretty much, i am scared to do this, lest the truth about how crazy i actually am comes out and i have to ~*deal with the system*~ or something :(
come on, house, it's a psych ward. do you really think there's anything you can do to piss them off that they haven't already seen? really? remind me what you had to do to graduate med school, again?
i was kind of waiting for this to actually be fight club or something. i can't tell whether that would have been awesome or not. but when hugh laurie started whaling on his roommate i was just waiting for the camera to pull back on him punching the floor or something. or just cut to the next scene of him all bruised up. idk.
everytime television shows someone in a manic cycle, i just want to curl up in a little ball and never speak to anyone again because i hope like fuck i don't sound like that when i talk, except i know i do, because one time when i was ten my mom asked me, in all seriousness, if i was a cokehead or something because she couldn't understand a thing i was saying. in actuality, i'd just heard something interesting (probably about whales) and was really excited to tell her about it. and i also may have been playing hopscotch in the tiles on the kitchen floor. this isn't so much a quibble about the show itself. it just made me really uncomfortable.
that all said, i can't stay mad at hugh laurie. so his character's a douche. oh well! he's still the cat's pjs!
(this goes for franka potente as well. jsyk.)
in other news, i have been leaving myself post-it notes in the shock doctrine with increasingly rage-filled comments. you know, in case i ever forget to be angry about capitalism. i have a feeling that, by the end of the chapter, they will have degenerated into simply "MOTHERFUCKERRRR!!!" i would say that this is really bad for my blood pressure, but i have really low blood pressure to begin with. so this might actually keep me from passing out like that one time when i was 19! hmmmmm.
but!! weakerthans on friday! this will cheer me up y/y? because if there's one thing john k samson knows, it's how to write an uplifting song! ummmm, i mean...because i don't associate them with any bad things in my life or people i will never speak to again?
...fuck.