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total mixed bag
Sep. 8th, 2004 09:30 amI've had way not enough sleep. I've started the third Horatio Hornblower book and I'm oddly charmed by his utterly annoying wife (or rather, how dumbfounded he is by her), and stayed up until past three reading it. No, I don't know what's wrong with me, but this shit is laugh out loud funny.
This, of course, was after seeing VF again (I beat off bunnies with sticks) and after intending to take a cab home wound up on the F train at some ungodly hour. I don't tend to take the subway late at night, out of nothing mroe than impatience, and yet there I was -- the thing about the subway and that subway in particular at a stupid hour on a weeknight is that the only people on it are homeless people and drunk business guys who are still putting off going home to their wives and are meandering down to the East Village because something in their tiny, alcohol- addled minds has convinced them that fucking some random punk rock chick up against the wall in the hallway of her five-floor walk-up tenement apartment building is going to cure them of their malaise, self-loathing and general contempt for all that they are and all that they've ever chosen. The fact, of course, is that there is no random punk rock chick they are going to get to fuck up against a wall, and instead they're going to sit in a a nearly empty bar buying some bored woman drinks and that bored woman will eventually shake her head and laugh and leave. It's just all so pathetic, and I sort of hate them as they sit there and stare in their rumbled alcohol smelling clothes scrubbing a hand over their face while I'm just trying to read my book on the subway. I am not the punk rock chick you are looking for -- for a myriad of reasons, including that I am not a punk rock chick.
Grim and raining here. Ordering riding pants today, after much much much perusal of the Internet on the subject matter.
I should perhaps try to be eloquent about the latest dumb things said in the news in the name of this election, but I'm not sure I'm alert enough right now.
However, I find this particular Bush verbal slip weird and creepy -- because usually I can figure out what he was trying to say, but this time, I'm at a loss:
"Too many OB-GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across this country".
However, as much as Bush's verbal lapses make me insane, I think it's a dangerous thing for us to over-focus on them and what appears to be a lack of intelligence. The guy's in the White House, okay... he obviously has something going on... certainly it's stupid to underestimate the enemy. But... dude... woah.
In other news -- I almost like Dick Cheney for the fact that we can all sit around and bitch about theuse of fear in this election and its implications, and then he comes right out and says it. I mean... I think it's a hateful untrue thing he's said, but at least we don't have to complain about innuendo. Nope, flat out threats. I must say this a dozen times a week, but -- how the hell did we get here? It's incomprensible. Stop the twlight zone, I want to get off.
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frawst's spin on it here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/frawst/290681.html?mode=reply mainly for "Why should it surprise me that Cheney would come out and threaten American with 9/11:2 This Time It's Your Fault?" Original article on the Cheney remarks: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/08/politics/campaign/08bush.html?hp
Meanwhile, we concede that the situation in Iraq is totally fucked up: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/08/politics/08policy.html?hp and editorials are appearing in major newspapers about the "back door draft" and the lawsuits coming up from the call up of the ready reserves (I'd give you a link, but I need to check which papers at work today -- I spaced it while doing the data entry yesterday). You tell me shit isn't going to get more fucked up before it gets better.
Random, cool VF detail: Becky wears massive stylized chainlink neclaces in two scenes -- these are not accurate to the period, and no other woman is scene in them -- it's a nice little "for all she thinks she is this woman is not her own" detail.
P.S. -- LJ seems not to be sending comment notifications right now.
This, of course, was after seeing VF again (I beat off bunnies with sticks) and after intending to take a cab home wound up on the F train at some ungodly hour. I don't tend to take the subway late at night, out of nothing mroe than impatience, and yet there I was -- the thing about the subway and that subway in particular at a stupid hour on a weeknight is that the only people on it are homeless people and drunk business guys who are still putting off going home to their wives and are meandering down to the East Village because something in their tiny, alcohol- addled minds has convinced them that fucking some random punk rock chick up against the wall in the hallway of her five-floor walk-up tenement apartment building is going to cure them of their malaise, self-loathing and general contempt for all that they are and all that they've ever chosen. The fact, of course, is that there is no random punk rock chick they are going to get to fuck up against a wall, and instead they're going to sit in a a nearly empty bar buying some bored woman drinks and that bored woman will eventually shake her head and laugh and leave. It's just all so pathetic, and I sort of hate them as they sit there and stare in their rumbled alcohol smelling clothes scrubbing a hand over their face while I'm just trying to read my book on the subway. I am not the punk rock chick you are looking for -- for a myriad of reasons, including that I am not a punk rock chick.
Grim and raining here. Ordering riding pants today, after much much much perusal of the Internet on the subject matter.
I should perhaps try to be eloquent about the latest dumb things said in the news in the name of this election, but I'm not sure I'm alert enough right now.
However, I find this particular Bush verbal slip weird and creepy -- because usually I can figure out what he was trying to say, but this time, I'm at a loss:
"Too many OB-GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across this country".
However, as much as Bush's verbal lapses make me insane, I think it's a dangerous thing for us to over-focus on them and what appears to be a lack of intelligence. The guy's in the White House, okay... he obviously has something going on... certainly it's stupid to underestimate the enemy. But... dude... woah.
In other news -- I almost like Dick Cheney for the fact that we can all sit around and bitch about theuse of fear in this election and its implications, and then he comes right out and says it. I mean... I think it's a hateful untrue thing he's said, but at least we don't have to complain about innuendo. Nope, flat out threats. I must say this a dozen times a week, but -- how the hell did we get here? It's incomprensible. Stop the twlight zone, I want to get off.
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frawst's spin on it here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/frawst/290681.html?mode=reply mainly for "Why should it surprise me that Cheney would come out and threaten American with 9/11:2 This Time It's Your Fault?" Original article on the Cheney remarks: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/08/politics/campaign/08bush.html?hpMeanwhile, we concede that the situation in Iraq is totally fucked up: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/08/politics/08policy.html?hp and editorials are appearing in major newspapers about the "back door draft" and the lawsuits coming up from the call up of the ready reserves (I'd give you a link, but I need to check which papers at work today -- I spaced it while doing the data entry yesterday). You tell me shit isn't going to get more fucked up before it gets better.
Random, cool VF detail: Becky wears massive stylized chainlink neclaces in two scenes -- these are not accurate to the period, and no other woman is scene in them -- it's a nice little "for all she thinks she is this woman is not her own" detail.
P.S. -- LJ seems not to be sending comment notifications right now.
