Yesterday at work was sort of crap. Today is less crap but no less aggravating. If I talk about it, I will get really angry, and so not.
Luckily my world is being brightened by Patty, awesome collaborators and tag-line brainstorming. I love tag-lines. Oh yes I do.
Tonight at the NYMF I am seeing Above Hell's Kitchen and I'm hoping for better things than I got from The History of War (although I'd still take a bootleg recording of the Alexander song, if anyone's got one).
In my crankiness yesterday, I went to Macy's and bought a couple of shirts (hello, thank you Calvin Klein, boys size 14) and a belt. I am wearing one today. I should feel more awesome than I do.
Lots of creative projects in hurry-up-and-wait mode. I should be grateful for the breathing.
Why do I not have opinion on Glee, especially about things like guest stars and directors? Because I've still never gotten around to seeing the show. It's an hours in the day problem.
Sometimes, I find myself not posting lots of gay news for you because it's all updates on another court case, another crime, another suicide. It all blends together, even in my link-gathering.
I've been listening to "Space Oddity" a lot lately, for whatever reason. While I'm a big fan of early Bowie, that song's never been one of my favorites, but lately it keeps moving me to tears. Not sure what's up with that. Generally, I'm more Diamond Dogs - the Berlin albums. Also, can I just say, randomly, that the world needs a stage musical version of Diamond Dogs very, very badly?
More later. The unglamorous parts of life beckon now.
Luckily I missed the hail but I got caught in the downpour last night. Great googly moogly! Within half a block my jeans were drenched to the knee, and this was with raincoat and brolly.
Everyone else was as boggled by the twins article as I was.
Heh. I don't have any sympathy for the twin mom, either. When my Monsters were little, they were often enrolled in classes at the local science center or museum that required one caregiver per child. Rather than stomp my foot and cry "But I CAN handle them both! I CAN, I CAN, I CAAAAAAAAANNNN!", I simply roped my sister into helping out, or hired a sitter when she was not available.
Breathing's boring, but necessary, and you can never be sure when you'll get another chance to do it. Glad that there are rays of light in the crap, and I hope said crap is transient.
I once tried to make a mix tape for a friend which started with "Space Oddity". You know the part where the strings ramp up and Everything Goes Wrong close to the end? That's where the Bowie tape snarled, stretched, and died. It was the eeriest, saddest thing ever.
Practically everyone I know is confused about the DADT legal cases anyway.
I made myself watch _Glee_ for disability activism reasons, and it was not pleasant. They've been fab on queer issues, and the disability stuff is at the stage of "trying very hard and fucking up worse" that makes activists cry, and not-clued people say "What are you bitching about, they're being inclusive". It's like seeing a show in 1983 or so with a gay male prostitute guest star, who outrages the community, so a bit later they have a gay male cliche swishy character who dies of AIDS three episodes later who exists purely so the main stars can be beautifully sympathetic and brave enough to hold hands with Teh Disease - and all the straight people are going "But this show is really great for race issues, and you should be glad they're including a gay character at all".
Or that's my admittedly poisoned take.
And now, I'll go back to envisioning that stage musical of Diamond Dogs to cheer me up.
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chite and I at our class reunion.
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Heh. I don't have any sympathy for the twin mom, either. When my Monsters were little, they were often enrolled in classes at the local science center or museum that required one caregiver per child. Rather than stomp my foot and cry "But I CAN handle them both! I CAN, I CAN, I CAAAAAAAAANNNN!", I simply roped my sister into helping out, or hired a sitter when she was not available.
Rules apply to everyone, please drive through.
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That dress looks incredible on you.
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Oh yes, I was beginning to think I was the only one who wanted that.
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Though the Bowie I always wanted to see staged is Outside -- secretly one of my favorites, despite how screwy the spoken-word parts are.
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Bowie
And I fifth? sixth? the need for Diamond Dogs: The Musical
In case you haven't already seen it, an article on Bowie from last Sunday's Observer: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/oct/10/david-bowie-pose-llewellyn-smith. Apparently he's been writing a book, due out next year.
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Practically everyone I know is confused about the DADT legal cases anyway.
I made myself watch _Glee_ for disability activism reasons, and it was not pleasant. They've been fab on queer issues, and the disability stuff is at the stage of "trying very hard and fucking up worse" that makes activists cry, and not-clued people say "What are you bitching about, they're being inclusive". It's like seeing a show in 1983 or so with a gay male prostitute guest star, who outrages the community, so a bit later they have a gay male cliche swishy character who dies of AIDS three episodes later who exists purely so the main stars can be beautifully sympathetic and brave enough to hold hands with Teh Disease - and all the straight people are going "But this show is really great for race issues, and you should be glad they're including a gay character at all".
Or that's my admittedly poisoned take.
And now, I'll go back to envisioning that stage musical of Diamond Dogs to cheer me up.
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