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Jan. 9th, 2005 12:48 amDear Moron Twins what sit behind me in Bio,
Napoleon Dynamite really isn't as funny as you think, and one tires of hearing you quote it from start to finish every class. Shut the fuck up.
No love,
Me
Today I went into a leather store for the very first time. (I needed to get my Christmas pants hemmed- sexay leather trousers just aren't as visually appealing with tattered bottoms.) It appears that everyone who works there automatically becomes a grade-A no-stops-pulled asshole. However, they make up for that by squabbling in front of me and my mother, amusing us greatly. Well, amusing me, anyway. Mum seems to have a different sort of sense of humour.
I had an interesting encounter with Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants, too.
Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants: Okay, sir- madam- uh... *gives me a once-over* Flatten your shirt.
Me: *obeys, a bit confused*
Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants: Ah. Now I know.
I'm not convinced that demanding to know the gender of your customer isn't rude- or even if assuming you know what gender your customer is based on whether or not they own a pair of tits isn't rude. I mean, damn, the guy was hemming my pants, not getting up close and personal with my pink bits.
In retrospect, I probably should have refused to flatten my shirt and told him I was cool with whatever pronoun he thought fitting. Oh, well, too late now.
I find it almost impossible to keep my eyes open. Why?
Because last night I was up late watching The Worst Show In The World.
What show is this? Why, none other than chromiumblue.com, a suckfuck little effort about... well, I'm never entirely sure. The website says it's about "bring[ing] guests aboard the Chromium Blue [a dinky-looking blue liner in the middle of an unspecified ocean] and do[ing] whatever it takes to help them live out their deepest, most erotic fantasies", but going by last night's episode- called, by the way, Viking On A Camel- it's about overly confrontational people kidnapped in the desert by a rapping pimp who are subsequently spirited away by a tall silent dude and spend the rest of the fucking episode bitching about how they want to shag a hot blond college boy. With random footage of topless dancing girls scattered throughout. (Normally I wouldn't complain about topless dancing girls, but they appear out of NOWHERE, for no good reason. They're like the crappy TV show that wishes it was porn equivalent of Harry/Draco.) There are also random clips of people in cheap vinyl and really bad wigs sitting around talking about... er... something incoherent and off-topic that was probably meant to be artily erotic but just comes off as pretentious. And as sexy as a splintered shovel up the rectum.
The producers seem to think they're being edgy if they show the same footage again and again and again. Oh, look, the camel is walking through the sand! It's walking through the sand upside down! It's walking through the sand IN REVERSE! WHOA! It's almost as mindblowing as the Texan accents. (Mind, those were only mindblowing because of how glaringly fake they were, but the principle is the same.) The actors also seem to think they're edgy. This seems to be a synonym for "really, really fucking bad at acting." Granted, they are generally good-looking, but... well... that's all they have.
So why did I watch this show, in all of its glaring awfulness? Because, although it takes up far too much time with fake artsy-fucksy bullshit and WHOA THE CAMERA ANGLES BLOW MY MIND LIKE THAT KID IN THE BATHROOM THAT ONE TIME IN NINTH GRADE!!!, it occasionally has some really good sex.
It figures that even though people on The Worst Show In The World have hot sex, no one on The L Word seems to find the time. (Bitter, me? After spending seventy bucks on the DVDs only to discover not just a distressing lack of gratuitous naked fun but that it's coming to Showcase in a few months anyway? You must be mad.)
Why I'm talking about television when I still have a seminar to do is beyond me. Anyone around here know anything about medical ethics?
Napoleon Dynamite really isn't as funny as you think, and one tires of hearing you quote it from start to finish every class. Shut the fuck up.
No love,
Me
Today I went into a leather store for the very first time. (I needed to get my Christmas pants hemmed- sexay leather trousers just aren't as visually appealing with tattered bottoms.) It appears that everyone who works there automatically becomes a grade-A no-stops-pulled asshole. However, they make up for that by squabbling in front of me and my mother, amusing us greatly. Well, amusing me, anyway. Mum seems to have a different sort of sense of humour.
I had an interesting encounter with Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants, too.
Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants: Okay, sir- madam- uh... *gives me a once-over* Flatten your shirt.
Me: *obeys, a bit confused*
Mr. Queen-Who-Hemmed-My-Pants: Ah. Now I know.
I'm not convinced that demanding to know the gender of your customer isn't rude- or even if assuming you know what gender your customer is based on whether or not they own a pair of tits isn't rude. I mean, damn, the guy was hemming my pants, not getting up close and personal with my pink bits.
In retrospect, I probably should have refused to flatten my shirt and told him I was cool with whatever pronoun he thought fitting. Oh, well, too late now.
I find it almost impossible to keep my eyes open. Why?
Because last night I was up late watching The Worst Show In The World.
What show is this? Why, none other than chromiumblue.com, a suckfuck little effort about... well, I'm never entirely sure. The website says it's about "bring[ing] guests aboard the Chromium Blue [a dinky-looking blue liner in the middle of an unspecified ocean] and do[ing] whatever it takes to help them live out their deepest, most erotic fantasies", but going by last night's episode- called, by the way, Viking On A Camel- it's about overly confrontational people kidnapped in the desert by a rapping pimp who are subsequently spirited away by a tall silent dude and spend the rest of the fucking episode bitching about how they want to shag a hot blond college boy. With random footage of topless dancing girls scattered throughout. (Normally I wouldn't complain about topless dancing girls, but they appear out of NOWHERE, for no good reason. They're like the crappy TV show that wishes it was porn equivalent of Harry/Draco.) There are also random clips of people in cheap vinyl and really bad wigs sitting around talking about... er... something incoherent and off-topic that was probably meant to be artily erotic but just comes off as pretentious. And as sexy as a splintered shovel up the rectum.
The producers seem to think they're being edgy if they show the same footage again and again and again. Oh, look, the camel is walking through the sand! It's walking through the sand upside down! It's walking through the sand IN REVERSE! WHOA! It's almost as mindblowing as the Texan accents. (Mind, those were only mindblowing because of how glaringly fake they were, but the principle is the same.) The actors also seem to think they're edgy. This seems to be a synonym for "really, really fucking bad at acting." Granted, they are generally good-looking, but... well... that's all they have.
So why did I watch this show, in all of its glaring awfulness? Because, although it takes up far too much time with fake artsy-fucksy bullshit and WHOA THE CAMERA ANGLES BLOW MY MIND LIKE THAT KID IN THE BATHROOM THAT ONE TIME IN NINTH GRADE!!!, it occasionally has some really good sex.
It figures that even though people on The Worst Show In The World have hot sex, no one on The L Word seems to find the time. (Bitter, me? After spending seventy bucks on the DVDs only to discover not just a distressing lack of gratuitous naked fun but that it's coming to Showcase in a few months anyway? You must be mad.)
Why I'm talking about television when I still have a seminar to do is beyond me. Anyone around here know anything about medical ethics?