I I I have become...comfortably numb
I keep forgetting it's "Comfortably Numb" I'm listening to...you listen to the original and it's dark, and vaguely dismal, and creepy in an entirely disconnected way...and then you jump to the Scissor Sisters' version, and you're stuck in a disco set on spin, and the flashing lights are in your eyes, and you're trying to make sense of it all while trying not to dance to lyrics that, really, all things considered, you shouldn't be dancing to. At all. :)
Anyway.
I'm having a new amusing time at Free Geek. I may actually have to start wearing dresses now and again. Feminine hairstyles. Gaudy earrings. Something. Three times now, separate people have either asked me if I preferred to be treated as a man, or actually referred to me as a male.
And it's funny, because yeah, beard notwithstanding, I am a very huge girl. Yeah, I dress down. Yeah, I don't wear makeup. But how could you miss the tits? Do most fat guys have double-D tits? I really don't think so. :)
So it's been amusing as all get-out.
Other world news, that's (generally) not so amusing:
Okay, so sometimes it bugs me that I have no power. Here's the thing. I'm 95% sure that we weren't responsible for the the bombing of the Golden Mosque. But we're involved in atrocities in Iraq already, for which people hate us, and now we're trying to egg on the surrounding nations, plus attack the notoriously trigger-happy Pakistanis...and now they're mad at us for this.
This is insane. We're going to kill ourselves, trying to save the world from terrorists. Because we're coming off as the bad guys. Because of what we've done.
Hells, we are the bad guys.
Agh.
Pakistani Shiite Muslim women hold anti-U.S. placards during a rally to condemn the bombing on the Golden Mosque (one of Shiite Islam's holiest sites, in the Iraqi city of Samarra), held in Karachi, Pakistan. (AP Photo/Shakil Adil) (February 26, 2006)
They never listen.
A truck belonging to RPCS Inc. is wedged under the Grant Avenue railroad underpass in Springfield, Mo. (AP Photo/News-Leader, Dean Curtis) (February 24, 2006)
Maybe it's just me, but this does not get the point across.
An anti-fur militant covered with fake blood demonstrates outside the Vuitton store on the Champs Elysees in Paris to protest the use of fur in the fashion industry. (AP Photo/Jacques Brinon) (February 23, 2006)
This pic, and the accompanying color text, is scarier than the destruction of the Golden Mosque, frankly.
Welcome the theocracy.
Jamal Wooten, 16, a sophomore at Portage High School, wears a "punishment" sign in Portage, Ind. Wooten's family made him stand on a street corner for four hours holding a sign explaining that he was suspended from school for five days for using foul language -- an idea family members got from a television reality show. "I'll definitely watch my mouth," he said. (AP Photo/The Times of Northwest Indiana, Evan E. Parker) (February 23, 2006)
Happy for whom?
Read the color text.
The door of a home damaged by Hurricane Katrina is decorated for Mardi Gras in the Lakeview area of New Orleans. (AP Photo/Carolyn Kaster) (February 22, 2006)
Talk about local boy done good--first, "Spamalot" opened in New York, on Broadway, and now it's going to London. This is funny.
But then, so's the show. :)
Entertainer Eric Idle and Hannah Waddingham, center in black, pose with some of the ensemble from his new play, Monty Python's "Spamalot" outside the Palace Theatre, in Central London, where the new Monty Python play will open Oct. 2, 2006. (AP Photo/ Max Nash) (February 21, 2006)
You know you're too old for the game when...you've got stringy grampa arms onstage.
Or...just pick your muscle group to pick on. He's got a lot of them sticking out, up there, mostly in unnatural directions. And he's got Keith Richards' hair.
How sad is that? Mick, give Keith back his hair. It's not a good look for you.
Mick Jagger performs during the Rolling Stones' 'A Bigger Bang' concert in Buenos Aires. (AP Photo/Natacha Pisarenko) (February 21, 2006)
Fashion recycles in Seattle. Hee.
Even Dita can be fugly. Actually, the dress isn't really that bad--but the commentary is funny.
This is a cry for help. Help, and starches.
You look like a meringue as envisioned by the Scott Tissue Company. Oh, dear.
The sucking chest wound of a tulle adornment. Poor Thandie.
Baby Got Back, Jonathan Coulton. Oh, yeah.
I admit it--I can't get enough of this song. Btw--for those who don't know--Jonathan Coulton has a website. Where he has most of his songs available for teensy amounts of money, or entire albums downloadable by donation, and some for free. You should check it out. Artists of this caliber need to be greatly respected.
And I think I'm done now. That's enough for an evening. I should be going to bed soon, anyway. This week is going to be freakish and difficult as it is. Two different medical appointments plus volunteering plus shopping for food. Yaaargh.
Anyway.
I'm having a new amusing time at Free Geek. I may actually have to start wearing dresses now and again. Feminine hairstyles. Gaudy earrings. Something. Three times now, separate people have either asked me if I preferred to be treated as a man, or actually referred to me as a male.
And it's funny, because yeah, beard notwithstanding, I am a very huge girl. Yeah, I dress down. Yeah, I don't wear makeup. But how could you miss the tits? Do most fat guys have double-D tits? I really don't think so. :)
So it's been amusing as all get-out.
Other world news, that's (generally) not so amusing:
Okay, so sometimes it bugs me that I have no power. Here's the thing. I'm 95% sure that we weren't responsible for the the bombing of the Golden Mosque. But we're involved in atrocities in Iraq already, for which people hate us, and now we're trying to egg on the surrounding nations, plus attack the notoriously trigger-happy Pakistanis...and now they're mad at us for this.
This is insane. We're going to kill ourselves, trying to save the world from terrorists. Because we're coming off as the bad guys. Because of what we've done.
Hells, we are the bad guys.
Agh.
Pakistani Shiite Muslim women hold anti-U.S. placards during a rally to condemn the bombing on the Golden Mosque (one of Shiite Islam's holiest sites, in the Iraqi city of Samarra), held in Karachi, Pakistan. (AP Photo/Shakil Adil) (February 26, 2006)
They never listen.
A truck belonging to RPCS Inc. is wedged under the Grant Avenue railroad underpass in Springfield, Mo. (AP Photo/News-Leader, Dean Curtis) (February 24, 2006)
Maybe it's just me, but this does not get the point across.
An anti-fur militant covered with fake blood demonstrates outside the Vuitton store on the Champs Elysees in Paris to protest the use of fur in the fashion industry. (AP Photo/Jacques Brinon) (February 23, 2006)
This pic, and the accompanying color text, is scarier than the destruction of the Golden Mosque, frankly.
Welcome the theocracy.
Jamal Wooten, 16, a sophomore at Portage High School, wears a "punishment" sign in Portage, Ind. Wooten's family made him stand on a street corner for four hours holding a sign explaining that he was suspended from school for five days for using foul language -- an idea family members got from a television reality show. "I'll definitely watch my mouth," he said. (AP Photo/The Times of Northwest Indiana, Evan E. Parker) (February 23, 2006)
Happy for whom?
Read the color text.
The door of a home damaged by Hurricane Katrina is decorated for Mardi Gras in the Lakeview area of New Orleans. (AP Photo/Carolyn Kaster) (February 22, 2006)
Talk about local boy done good--first, "Spamalot" opened in New York, on Broadway, and now it's going to London. This is funny.
But then, so's the show. :)
Entertainer Eric Idle and Hannah Waddingham, center in black, pose with some of the ensemble from his new play, Monty Python's "Spamalot" outside the Palace Theatre, in Central London, where the new Monty Python play will open Oct. 2, 2006. (AP Photo/ Max Nash) (February 21, 2006)
You know you're too old for the game when...you've got stringy grampa arms onstage.
Or...just pick your muscle group to pick on. He's got a lot of them sticking out, up there, mostly in unnatural directions. And he's got Keith Richards' hair.
How sad is that? Mick, give Keith back his hair. It's not a good look for you.
Mick Jagger performs during the Rolling Stones' 'A Bigger Bang' concert in Buenos Aires. (AP Photo/Natacha Pisarenko) (February 21, 2006)
Fashion recycles in Seattle. Hee.
Even Dita can be fugly. Actually, the dress isn't really that bad--but the commentary is funny.
This is a cry for help. Help, and starches.
You look like a meringue as envisioned by the Scott Tissue Company. Oh, dear.
The sucking chest wound of a tulle adornment. Poor Thandie.
Baby Got Back, Jonathan Coulton. Oh, yeah.
I admit it--I can't get enough of this song. Btw--for those who don't know--Jonathan Coulton has a website. Where he has most of his songs available for teensy amounts of money, or entire albums downloadable by donation, and some for free. You should check it out. Artists of this caliber need to be greatly respected.
And I think I'm done now. That's enough for an evening. I should be going to bed soon, anyway. This week is going to be freakish and difficult as it is. Two different medical appointments plus volunteering plus shopping for food. Yaaargh.