It seems that yesterday Tumblr was not only following and unfollowing people on its own, it wasn’t keeping up to date on notifications. I have a few things I was tagged or mentioned in that I have to catch up on once I get in to the office!
I am not ignoring anyone on purpose! Well. Probably not. I’m sure I am ignoring a few people for good reasons. But not you!
Bob Greene did a 2002 piece about desert island films (before he had to leave the Tribune in disgrace) & invited reader responses. A rather large number of people picked at least 1 porno flick as one of their 5 :)
bahahaha! Do people actually remember titles of porn films? Is there a rotten tomatoes for porn? What’s the rating system? …we award this porn three erections…but this one’s flaccid start to (not)finish.
LOL… I like your rating system! Apparently quite a few people did remember titles, but others just mentioned porn films generically as one of their choices.
I didn’t think the articles were still online (I mean, this was in 2002, by a columnist no longer associated with the Tribune), but much to my surprise, they are:
Check out this great listen on Audible.com. A BBC Radio six-part adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s best-selling novel, starring James McAvoy as Richard and Natalie Dormer as Door. Beneath the streets of London there is another London. A subterranean labyrinth of sewers and abandoned tube stations. A so…
It’s the Deal of the Day at Audible.com, for just $1.95.
Of course, if you are not in the US, you might have to persuade it that you are by, for example, giving it a US zipcode. Did I say that out loud?
"Neverwhere" is Audible’s Deal of the Day (ending Wednesday, August 20, 2014 @ 11:59PM ET).
You’ve had this problem that you’ve dealt with your whole entire life. This problem has negatively impacted, not only you, but thousands of other people. Other people with similar problems get people to help out and fix theirs, and yet somehow millions of people don’t even know what your problem is! You don’t belittle the efforts to help people who have another problem, though, you try to help them too! And finally, after going your entire life witnessing this problem — a group of people are doing something to help fix it! Anyone helping other people with their problems is a good thing.
But, then other people say that your problem isn’t as important as other problems. They, these people who are completely unaffected by this problem, say what you’ve dealt with your entire life doesn’t really hold significance to them. It’s just not that important. Other problems deserve it more.
I don’t care if your problem was anything from a series of bad days to a chronic condition. No one’s problems need to be compared and belittled. If something is finally being solved and your first instinct is to say “Well, but this other thing matters more!”, I honestly don’t know what to say.
I’m trying to be really careful about wording this, hence the overly long hypothetical situation, but it’s hard to be when this is the subject for me.
My dad’s problem was ALS. It killed him about two weeks before I started high school. He was diagnosed when I was a year old, and was completely paralyzed before I could walk. I’ve spent more time in hospitals than at sleepovers and my dad was literally locked into his own body. He couldn’t eat for himself. He couldn’t speak without a speech computer, and he couldn’t even do that in the later months. He couldn’t breathe for himself. He couldn’t hug his kids and he only lived to see one graduate.
Fundraising for a cure didn’t save my dad. But it could save someone else’s. Or someone’s mother, sister, brother, friend, husband, or wife. Or just someone period. It could be you that gets the disease down the line, we know so little that it could be.
I used to tell my mom that other kids didn’t really understand what I went through. That I didn’t care about their parents’ divorce or their fight with their friend and that I didn’t see how that really mattered in comparison to my problems. And her response was what I tried to live by every day since. Everyone goes through terrible things in their lifetime. To them, their issues are just as big as yours are to you. Everyone, in their life, goes through terrible things. Life isn’t a competition for who sustains the most losses and every single struggle matters.
I’m seeing people say it’s not that big of a deal when comparing it to Ferguson or global warming (both causes I’m very passionate about and want to help) and I can’t help but wonder if they would say the same thing if they saw the same things I did. If they saw their father crying because he couldn’t move or because he feared that this was the pneumonia he wasn’t going to live through. If they were told stories about how their dad just wanted to live long enough for you to remember him. If you had to say your goodbyes to someone who probably couldn’t listen.
I highly doubt you could say “Yeah, but it’s not as big of an issue to me and it shouldn’t be getting more attention than X.” then.
Issues aren’t a competition. Please don’t compare things that don’t need to be compared. Help other people regardless of how big you perceive their struggles to be. Do not compare two issues in order to belittle one. Because when you do that, it’s someone’s problems, for me it’s my dad’s death, you’re just casting aside.
During last night’s VM Rewatch of Betty & Veronica, disdainfullady and I were (of course) lamenting the lack of Logan in the episode. THEN talk turned to how awesome it would have to have Logan in this one and the comedic possibilities of Logan and the goat. And then…I don’t know. This happened.
This is a giant, un-beta’ed mess and it is easily the oddest thing I have ever written. Here tumblr, my gift to you: goat!fic.
(Or, How Logan Echolls Learned To Hate The Color Orange)
(OR, You Guys, I Wrote A Goat Fic And I Have No Idea Why)
At 4:45pm, Neptune High’s student parking lot is so empty that Logan half expects to see a tumbleweed blowing by.
After a solid week and a half of missed school for reasons he doesn’t mind coping to—an epic drunken bender once the realization of his mother’s death set in—and reasons he prefers not to discuss with anyone—the necessary healing time for a dislocated shoulder and a hairline fracture of the wrist, if he’d diagnosed correctly—Logan’s teachers had started putting their collective feet down. His after school presence had been requested for several make up tests of the Or Else You’ll Fail variety. Apparently the Dead Mom sympathy is starting to expire. Yippee.
Tests completed in a half-assed manner, and various other make up assignments picked up, Logan strolls back out through the echoing school and into the parking lot, kicking a bottle cap in front of him with every step. The cap skitters across the ground with each blow and Logan follows its meandering path, in no particular hurry to return home.
As first the bottle cap and then Logan round the side of a beat up old hippie van, one of the only other vehicles left in the student lot, Logan is startled to hear a loud banging coming from inside the van and…is that a bell?
What the? Drawn by the lure of a mystery, Logan abandons the bottle cap and walks around to try to peer through the windows on the side of the van. Haphazardly splashed paint covers most of the glass and he can’t see anything, but the pounding has picked up in pace and is starting to sound purposeful. Is someone trapped in there?
As he reaches the rear doors of the van, the banging begins to intensify in a rhythm. Crash. Pause. Crash. Pause. It sounds as if something is trying to escape by beating down the door. Unable to stop himself—just like every dumb blonde in every horror movie ever—Logan cautiously approaches the door of the van.
As he stretches out his hand toward the handle, the pounding from inside hits a crescendo and then, without warning, the two hinged halves of the door fly open, sending Logan staggering back a few steps. When he recovers enough to look up, there, framed perfectly in the now open door, is a goat.
What. The. Fuck?
In fact, Logan notes dazedly, this is not merely a goat. This is a motherfucking rockstar goat. Standing there, head held high, coolly posed in the doorframe, it looks like a member of a hair band awaiting only the wind machines to blow back its tresses artistically before making an entrance.
As Logan looks around for the person responsible for the goat—surely there must be a goat…handler…person. Right?—the animal seems to decide it has made its impression, because it shaks its head—sending its long, flowing locks flying—and hops nimbly to the asphalt.
Well, this day has suddenly taken a turn for the unusual.
DUDE. What do you think I am doing right now? Searching for the hottest, Maybelline-lashed “Eliana” Google can cough up!
I want her to have a black teardrop tattoo and a tight ass high pony tail and some big ole earrings which she’ll calmly removes before double-slapping the shit out of Girl!Logan in the girl fight of the freakin’ century!
Sorry… I felt like this was the best way to get people’s attention. Since I suck at, you know, tagging everyone - as proved yesterday. But basically I am going to Oz Comic-Con in Brisbane and will be dining with Jason Dohring, Percy Daggs III & Michael Muhney - cue fainting.
I am going by myself so you know, I’ll have:
But I am not bitter, haha.
Anywho…*clears throat* moving on! So the fact that there are so many devoted fans out there, who haven’t had the experiences that I’ve had or can’t be at the event, made me want to do something special. To include you all - bring you with me - we’re always talking about representing our fandom so I thought “Why not?”
This thing is completely optional, but I thought I’d reach more people this way than just tagging people I know. I am giving each actor at the dinner a book, filled with messages from fans and stuff, so if you want to get in on that action inbox me. I need your submission by August 30th. So that gives you just under two weeks to scrawl out your letters of love and admiration. Admiration that will end up in the hands of Jason Dohring, Percy Daggs III and Michael Muhney no less!
Get on it, Marshmallows!
*whispers quietly* please reblog this for your followers to see it.
Disclaimer: I couldn’t really find an accurate GIF to describe the feels, therefore don’t judge too harshly, I do what I can. Haha.
“Yes, I saw Twilight - my granddaughter made me watch it, she said it was the greatest vampire film ever. After the ‘film’ was over I wanted to smack her across her head with my shoe, but I do not want a (tell-all) book called Grannie Dearest written on me when I die. So instead I gave her a DVD of Murnau’s 1922 masterpiece Nosferatu and told her, ‘Now that’s a vampire film!’ And that goes for all of you! Watch Nosferatu instead!”—Lauren Bacall
1. I never got to have pets other than fish (and 1 parakeet) when I was a kid, so I overcompensated with an all-time high of 4 dogs, 3 cats, and 3 birds in a pretty small house. We are down to 2 dogs and 2 cats now, which is probably the right number for this house.
2. I’m not really afraid of heights, but I won’t live or work higher than the 6th floor of a building, because that is as high as most fire ladders reach.
3. I saw the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” more than 50 times when it was playing at the Biograph Theater in Chicago. There may have been televised video of me and the rest of the obsessed back then. I sincerely hope it is gone forever.
4. Even though I pretty much gave up on ever becoming a writer when I dropped out of j-school in junior year, I’ve never gotten completely away. I’ve been newsletter editor for many organizations I’ve belonged to, and I still do copyediting and proofreading for a Rottweiler magazine.
5. I’ve worked with both Macs and PCs since the late ’80s, and graphic arts specific minicomputers before that, so I get pretty nasty when anyone tries to lump me in the “older people are computer idiots” stereotype. Plus, I definitely won’t fix their computer.
I’ve done a few of these before, and I’m only of average interest, so my apologies for any repeated facts! I won’t tag anyone since a good portion of my followers/followees have already done this, but I’m always interested in all of your random facts!
So I am officially going to the dinner and I spent way too much money. Me and BrisVegas have history though, everything incredible (like meeting Taylor Swift minus my first con) has occurred in Brisbane, I love that place!
But let’s dance, baby, let’s dance (because well,…
I wish that I was, I thought that I would be able to pull it off, but when my husband reminded me that just because the surgery was teo weeks prior, doesn’t mean I’ll be fit for a 16 hour flight. Plus we have the added bonus of possible chemo to deal with. So you are going to have to represent for me. :(
Aww, sweets! :( I hope the surgery goes well.
I have got an idea, why don’t you each send me a little message to got to each of the actors and I’ll put them into a lil book? Then I can hand them over to them at the dinner :D Don’t have to, just an idea! I love you guys and I would like to, include you in it, in someway, so yeah… that is all. :)
I'm trying to remember a story I read a few weeks ago... Set during An Echolls Family Christmas, where Veronica is at the poker game--but not playing--and has to strip when the money disappears. Logan and she were friends... Is this enough information to find it?
OH MAN!! We know we’ve read this. Posted pretty recently, we think. Veronica is actually there to play poker with the group — solves that it was Sean as the night goes. Boys leering at her in her underwear.
We’re both overworked and our memory is going! Please someone help us remember. Otherwise, it’s going to be a long tunnel of despairing as we search through fics.
1) Did you ever have or want a pen pal? I had a couple of pen pals during elementary and junior high school. We lost touch during high school, though. Heide and Janice, I hope you have had wonderful lives.
2) Tattoos: do you have any, do you want any, what would they be if so? I have three and I would like at least one more. The ones I have now: very small Amazon parrot, medium small macaw, medium large Rottweiler. Here’s the Rottweiler:
Oh. Left shoulder :) The next one? Probably another Rottweiler. A different one. Although I know a lot of people will not be able to tell them apart.
3) Top potential baby names? I’m the one who said in high school that I was never going to have kids, and unlike many others, I never did. So I didn’t really have a baby name list, other than that a boy’s middle name would have been James (after my dad). I probably shouldn’t mention my dog names list which is super long with male and female registered and call names. But I will.
4) Any allergies? Cottonwood and ragweed, the typical spring/fall combo of allergic misery. My allergies have been under pretty good control, mostly thanks to Singulair.
5) Favorite TV/movie theme music? Hawaii 5-O (the original version by the Ventures), The Sopranos (“Woke Up This Morning” by A3), Veronica Mars (“We Used to be Friends” by The Dandy Warhols).
6) Ideal vacation destination? I go to visit family in Hawaii at least once a year, and it’s great to go back home, but my ideal destination will always be somewhere I haven’t been yet.
7) What was your favorite childhood toy? Unusual stuffed animals, as in not bears, dogs, or cats. My favorite of those was a dolphin.
8) One fun fact about your hometown. Honolulu: We have the only royal palace within the United States!
9) Describe your blog in 3 words. A Beautiful Mess.
10) What is your favorite color? Has it always been your favorite? Dark red. I was more partial to dark violet in my younger days.
11) If you could give advice to a younger version of yourself, what would you say? Don’t withdraw your application to Stanford when you get accepted at Northwestern. If you do get in to Stanford, GO THERE. Because midwestern winters SUCK BIG TIME. Oh, wait. Suck it up for two winters. Transfer there for junior year. Because you don’t want to miss the class you had with Bill Jauss or the one you had with Dr. Allen Hynek.
1. You have a time machine. When and where do you go?
So, I would go back in time (something like 8/9 years ago) and skip the first date with my ex-boyfriend. Yeah, some may say that past experiences made who you are BUT sometimes the price is too high…
2. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Chocolate easter eggs…
3. Cats, dogs, neither, both, or what?
4. What is your first memory that you’re sure is your own memory and not your memory of someone telling you about it?
I’m not so sure because all is kind of fuzzy and I can’t tell clearly if it’s my memory or if someone told me about it. But I clearly remember my baby-sitter sitting me on a dining table, giving me a cucumber and falling asleep on said table while she did her chores.
5. What is your favorite song that is older than you are?
There are a lot of songs I love but my favorite right now is Let it Be, Beatles.
6. Places you haven’t visited yet: which one would you like to see first?
7. Do you like your given name? If not, what would you rename yourself?
Yeah I like my given name (Elisa).
8. Who is your favorite band or musician that not enough people know about?
Kings of Leon, not so famous here in Italy.
9. What is the last movie you saw in a theatre?
I don’t remember , I think it was Maleficent
10. Name a book that made a difference in your life and how.
There are a lot of books that made the difference in my life for different reasons BUT I’ll name two of them: “Inshallah by O. Fallaci” made me understand the complexity of societies, the cruelty of todays wars and the importance of life; “The Picture of Dorian Gray by O. Wilde” for his amazing portrait of human condition and soul.
11. Is your current job in any way related to your college major or childhood dream job? If you are still in school, what is your dream job?
Yeah, my job is related to my major, as purchase dpt. element in a company I use foreign languages a lot (I majored in foreign languages and literature) BUT my first dream job was vet (SOOO…)
thanks again for tagging!!!
I always like seeing people’s answers to the book question to add to my own reading list! I’ve never read Inshallah and haven’t read Dorian Gray since high school - thanks for adding to my list :)