My 100% happy post. These cats are playing in Hamilton soon and I must be there.
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February 16, 2009
February 16, 2009
This post actually isn’t going to be about Family Day. People like it, people don’t, people find it absurd. Whatever. I dig the holiday pay.
Minor celebrity sighting today. Dallas Green came to the store. I wasn’t sure it was him until one of the other customers turned around and called him out. He actually looked pretty cute with facial hair. I didn’t say anything to him besides my typical quick “Hi!” and the price of his beverage. No, I don’t remember what it was.
Two of my old co-workers came into the store today, one I like and one I wish would be erased from history for she is the most loathsome hag I have ever had the displeasure of encountering. Now she knows where I work, and she blindsided me by asking for my cell phone number so I could “help fix her computer”. I’m gonna screen that shit like a blood test. How do you politely say: “No, you can’t have my cell phone number, you bitch-harpy”?
Anyway, the main point of my post is that I’m going to stop promising I’m going to post more. Retail sucks the will to write out of me. That’s all there is to it. Blogging doesn’t really count in my books. All of the good, creative shit I should be doing bounces around my head in the morning, usually while I’m making popcorn or small-talk with the customers and vanishes before I get a chance to get it down. Action without stimulus. I’m doing such menial tasks that I don’t have to think about for hours on end and it just fucking kills my creativity. So, I’ll post when I feel like it. Hopefully that will happen more often.
I haven’t post a poem in months. That makes me really fucking sad, actually, even if no one wants to see that shit. I’m going to force myself to write something soon, probably in a specific form of some kind. Maybe another sonnet.
AGH WHY CAN’T I JUST WRITE
February 11, 2009
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve walked the dark and depressing road that is Internet dating. It’s not something I’m proud or ashamed of, really, but it’s common to the point that pretty much every gay person I know has used it for one reason or another. It’s part of the culture now. It provides a venue outside of the clubs to meet people that are a little more day-to-day normal and not already plastered or flying on however many lines of coke they just did off the toilet seat.
There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. I’m guessing heteros get their share of freaks, but there’s something about the emaciated, over-plucked, over-pierced gayboizzz that make me fear for the gay online community in general. More vain than any slutty teenage girl, the 20-something boi’s photo gallery consists of more Photoshopping and airbrushing than an issue of Cosmo, and all so he can look even skinnier, so his pink hair can be that much more vibrant, so his piercings look more like independent sources of light than just metal piercing flesh. This is the ideal that I’m supposed to be getting all hot and bothered for.
That, or would be Abercrombie models who are way out of my league. 9s and 10s, as it were.
Or the dime-a-dozen “average” guys to which I probably belong.
It’s disheartening to see this shit in action, and unsurprising. You gotta flash yo shit to get any attention, and even negative attention is better than none at all. All so you can hope that you can culminate some kind of passion for someone that you met on the Internet, which you’ll downplay to all your friends anyway, because who wants to meet the love of their loves on a free internet dating site?
And, not to brag, but I’m not saying this out of spite because I haven’t got any hits or anything. There is a ping to your ego when you get messaged by someone who seems potentially interesting, but chances are it won’t work out and you’ll just have to start all over again. The inevitability of it all just makes me grit my teeth.
This blog is getting to be bitter to the max. 100% happy times for my next post.
February 9, 2009
I would really like to get through a month of blogging without taking a week-long break from it, but once again I failed to have been inspired by much of anything lately. I think this is perhaps symptomatic of my seemingly endless sojourn in quarter-life limbo. I’ve applied to graduate now, though, so at least I feel like I have a real springboard to move on and out, and if I get into that French program it’s very likely that I won’t return for a very,very long time.
A few things I wanted to talk about though:
- Obama backtracked on repealing the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy for gays serving in the U.S. military. Yet another disappointment for the LGBT down south. Canada not only allows gays to serve openly in the military, but actually allows gay wedding ceremonies to happen on military bases. Get your shit together, Obama. The studies have been done. End the madness.
- A woman was set on fire outside a stripclub in Tarzana. Setting aside any potential feminist issues here, that is just an incredibly heinous act. How cruel does one have to be, how detached from reality, in order to douse another human being in lighter fluid and throw a match on them? This was apparently the result of a personal argument between the woman and two of the bar’s patrons. However, there was also the case of a homeless man who suffered a similar fate in October of last year, which seems to indicate that people will do this kind of thing pretty randomly. Let’s not have this be the start of a new trend, please.
- On a much, much lighter note, tunethousandnine continues its glorious release streak. I plan on busting out a bunch of mini-reviews of albums soon, but it’s been damn hard to keep up with the amount of quality aural candy out there.
- I will be soon be training on the video side of That’s Entertainment, thus solidifying my status in the Bowtie Brigade and hopefully picking up more hours during the week. Make money, save money, leave. It’s all coming together.
January 29, 2009
Search Engine Terms
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January 27, 2009
Granny poop
Posted by Paul under Media nerd, White whine | Tags: ageism, feminism, literature, Remnant Population, The Stone Angel |1 Comment
I just had to share in my disgust, really. I can read almost anything without getting grossed out. I’ve read a LOT of horror. I’ve also read a lot of survival and travel narratives that describe various bodily functions, and though I don’t revel in such descriptions, I read through them quickly and move the hell on.
It seems, however, that stories about elderly women seem keen on describing in AMAZING FUCKING DETAIL the protagonist’s defecation and urination. I call thee out, The Stone Angel and Remnant Population.
Okay, I get it. In our winter years having a decent bowel movement is a pretty big deal. But if you’re writing, spare me the paragraph about burying old lady shit in the woods or the soiling of the granny panties. I shouldn’t have to suppress a gag reflex for a whole goddamn page per chapter. Stop.
The counter argument, I imagine, is that women considered to be “old” (and this age varies quite a lot) are invisible and thus the talk about their shit and piss is a mere backlash against the bullshit silence and mystery around women’s bodies. Word. I can respect that to a point. But fuck you if you think that anyone actually wants to read that garbage for an extended period of time. Pointing it out is one thing, making us languish in the intestinal tract of your narrator is another thing altogether. The woman poops. Noted. Let’s move the fuck on.
Or, shit or get off the pot, if you will.
January 22, 2009
Did you know Canada gives money to people just so they can learn French in a city that doesn’t suck goat asshole? I got clued into the Explore program a few weeks ago and am finishing up my application as we speak. Toronto was an option, but I’ve been to Glendon College and I say MEH. I applied for Montreal, Vancouver and Ottawa in that order. I hope I get it. 5 weeks in another city to learn French, free room and board with possible work placements afterwards? I’m down.
On a hasher note, I’m reading Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler. Fucking disturbing. Loves it. Feminist post-apocalyptic dystopian novels might just be my favourite new sub-sub-sub-sub-genre. As long as the gratuitous death keeps up, that is.
January 21, 2009
Via Feministing.
Well, I’m impressed that they actually MENTIONED the mother in this ad, but this is seriously fucked up. Does the Catholic Church seriously think women get abortions with utter disregard for what could potentially be? That mindset is completely ridiculous to me, and is presumptuous to say the least. Women get abortions for a reason: medical, mental, financial, emotional or any and all of the above, and there are obviously more I’ve left off the list. “What could I be giving up?” is a logical and valid question for a woman getting an abortion, but it works both ways. What kind of life could the woman be giving up vs. what kind of life could this fetus eventually become. Feministing called this particular ad “tacky” and I couldn’t agree more. Single mothers CAN raise children on their own. Of course they can. But sometimes it’s not a viable option, and having a mother and a father there is not the only criterium for having an abortion.
So basically, this ad can go fuck itself. Peace.
January 20, 2009
…is pretty dreadful. I think I’ll just stick to listening to Zooropa and Achtung Baby on my iPod.
It sounds “current”, I guess. The lyrics are pretty awful. I should really lower my expectations from the U2 brand.
January 20, 2009
Being gay in Canada is pretty sweet. I’ve rarely come across much in the way of direct conflict due to my prediliction for the man-on-man. At worst it’s been a conversation killer, mostly causing the extinction of unwanted small talk at work, so hey, hidden bonuses all around. It’s not so fun to be a queer in the States this week, though. As many of you know, Barack Obama’s inauguration is this week, and at a time that should be celebratory for my LGBT kindred south of the border much of the wind is being taken out of their sails.
I’m talking, of course, about Obama’s complete cock-up in terms of the religious pomp that so unfortunately surrounds the Presidential inauguration. First, Obama picks Rick Warren to give the invocation. Rick Warren runs the notoriously homophobic Saddleback Church, and when he was chosen there was much in the way of outcry from the gays in the U.S. Obama’s camp decided to do some damage control and invited gay Episcopelian bishop Gene Robinson to do the pre-inauguration invocation. Then promptly shut off his mic and didn’t include him in the television broadcast. Hmph.
There’s a lot of back-and-forth blame going on right now, between HBO and Obama’s camp, but from what I’ve read around the web, it seems to be the President-elect’s fault that the gays were shut down yet again on the public stage in the States.
This is just fucking confusing to me. Obama keeps regressing further and further away from thinking of the LGBT community as equal. Rick Warren’s speech will likely be spread wide across the Tubes, and I have a feeling that he’ll make some questionable comments about (if not completely and outright condemn) gay marriage. This will be the religious message that people will associate with Obama’s years in office. He should fucking know better, and yet he, like pretty much every other politician, will bow to the will of the religious majority. The regression frightens me. Because I see it happen more and more every day, in the way people speak, on TV, in movies, in politics, and this backswing we’re in could lead to something bad for people like me. Gay is still the punchline, and I cringe when I see people on TV use the same old bullshit to choke a laugh out of middle America. Gay is still a perjorative word, and I’ve even caught my best friend using it recently. It chills me.
I’m making a vow right now that I’m going to get my fucking writing out there, and that shit will be nowhere in it. None of my gay characters are going to die just because. My gay characters, which I know will be naturally included in my works, will not be targets nor will they be cloyingly perfect Uber-queers that couldn’t possibly exist in real life. Just people. Possibly people with super-powers, depending on what I’m writing (GOD guys I’m not made of STONE).
I will listen to Rick Warren’s speech, and Obama’s. I’ll be listening very intently. The gay community of the U.S.A. will be listening, too. They have been. They’ve heard Obama promise to repeal the army’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy, and heard many other promises as well. I hope that they take Obama to task if he fails to deliver on those promises, and I’ll be cheering them on all the way. The minorities in countries have to speak loudest because the have the most to gain and the most to lose, and our governments should WANT to help these people, to protect their rights. That’s why governments exist.
Well, if all of North America gets really bad, I hear Spain is super nice.
