Random Thoughts by vacuumslayer

I am “working” on a commission. I put “working” in scare quotes because whenever I am “working” on commission or lurking at a political blog or searching for Pokemon hentai, I am interrupted with talk or outright called away from the computer, like, 50 times. It tends to get “a little” frustrating. Wondering how many times I will be interrupted while I write this entry. By the way, I just sneezed, lost some brain matter and peed a little.

So, you should know I’m doing commissions for your Intertrons buddies. Out of respect for their privacy I don’t reveal them, but it makes me curious about why people are private about such things. I mean, these lovely people are not hiring me to make them tentacle porn manips or anything. Except for tigris. She’s sick…

Today I went to one of those stores. You know ’em. They’re those small stores. Specialty stores. You can’t swing a bag of Botox without hitting a cute-posh geegaw. These are the stores that are opened by the bored wives of rich men.

Today it was incredibly obvious. The two women up front seemed in little hurry to serve anyone, were dressed to the nines, were coiffed in perfectly-dyed bobs, and one had a pretty posh British accent. It bums me out that in situations like that I instantly feel small. It reminds me of when I was eating  lunch in downtown DC and I was all proud of my 60-dollar, bright pink paisley-print Isaac Mizrahi purse. (It’s a line he does for a shopping channel; not hoity-toity at all…OBVIOUSLY.) I liked it not because it was designer, but because it was silly and girly and over-the-top. But all the other women there had these incredibly lush purses. I could tell they were all made of positively crushable leather. They looked old, lived in, expensive. And suddenly I felt dumb for loving my bright pink purse. Why?…

Finally, I can only assume that the dildo-faces who protested the firing of Joe “Rapin’ Little Boys Is Just Kind of a Bummer*” Paterno, are the Young Republicans of Penn State. Seriously, douches? I will take a fucking BASEBALL BAT to the next protest y’all go to.

Every guy in this picture wears Axe body spray

*Sorry.

I couldn’t think of a song to go with this entry! UGH!!!

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18 thoughts on “Random Thoughts by vacuumslayer

  1. Man. That's a hard one. I don't honestly know what I think. Paterno's a doddering old man with a marginal grip on what's happening. Did he need to go? Absolutely. Does he represent much that is wrong with this system of preference, protected by wealth that doesn't give a goddam about the people it chews up and spits out? Yep, he sure does. But is he anywhere even NEAR the evil that haunted that program for decades? No way. And how much good did he do over all those years – I don't know how you measure these things. And people DO have to understand that doing nothing is doing something BAD, and people are going to judge you on your actions, not your intentions.But at the end of the day, the evil was Sandusky, and you can put as much responsibility on the enablers as you want, and you might not be wrong, but don't let it overshadow that there was something dark and ugly working there to accomplish its own ends.I guess the point is (if there even is one – I'm pretty conflicted here) is to try to learn the lesson about the ACT and act proactively against them rather than after the fact lashing out at all the enablers. Again (and it's sad that when you're working through this shit you have to keep repeating this but people love to jump out and say "OH, you're a pedophile supporter") the enablers are a problem, but they are not THE problem, and old icons might not have to lose their entire icon status just because they lived in the world they built. I don't know. I don't want to forgive him, but I think I should.Fuck…

  2. It bums me out that in situations like that I instantly feel small. It's weird how there's this weird undercurrent of respect for aristocracy in our country, which began with a revolution to make these people irrelevant. Don't feel small, you're a lot more interesting, a lot more accomplished, than these two aristos.

  3. No, you shouldn't. Mostly because "forgiveness" always deserves to be in quotes.And a note to hostess w/ the mostest: Last time I was sharing space w/ someone, I pulled a gun on her to get her to shut up & leave me the fuck-tuck-tucking hell alone. Don't let yourself get in the same position unless you really need a couple of wks. away from it all, in a nice quiet room all to yourself. Not that I don't understand how the creative type needs solitude & concentration time. (You could double your rates & then, when people bug you, remind them how much money you're earning & they should leave you the fuck alone. Displaying that gun in the drawer once in a while never hurts either.)

  4. Finally! I find this poem for you—and excerpt. Adrienne Rich.the fibers of actual life as we live it, now:this fraying blanket with its ancient stainswe pull across the sick child’s shoulderor wrap around the senseless legsof the hero trained to killthis weaving, ragged because incompletewe turn our hands to, interruptedover and over, handed downunfinished, found in the drawerof an old dresser in the barn,her vanished pride and carestill urging us, urging onour work, to close the gapin the Great Nebula,to help the earth deliver. …I have to cast my lot with thosewho age after age, perversely,with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

  5. "Forgive" me MB, that was my immediate reaction. It's hard to be with people, and hard to be without them. I'm reaching out, just like you. No matter what's gone before we keep looking for safe ports in the storm and try to be of use where we may. Sometimes living in survival mode sucks.

  6. Does he represent much that is wrong with this system of preference, protected by wealth that doesn't give a goddam about the people it chews up and spits out?The whole story reads like a heinous experiment to determine the extent of denial and responsibility-dodging that people are capable of in order to hang on to their nice lives.But feck, we already knew that after Milgrim's and Zimbardo's experiments. Further research is NOT needed this time.

  7. It's weird how there's this weird undercurrent of respect for aristocracy in our country, which began with a revolution to make these people irrelevant. Don't feel small, you're a lot more interesting, a lot more accomplished, than these two aristos.If nothing else, I'm a lot more smiley. They were pleasant enough to me in this reserved, pinched way…but it was weird. And I have no idea why I regress to childhood (when my self-esteem was even lower than it is now) whenever I get within spitting distance of the monied. It is the strangest and most disturbing thing. Because otherwise I'm a fairly self-assured person, plus I count on my charm and articulateness to get me through most situations. But for some reason that suddenly counts for nothing.

  8. Don't let yourself get in the same position unless you really need a couple of wks. away from it all, in a nice quiet room all to yourself.The thing is, i really do. I requested a day and a half to myself for my birthday and my request was DENIED.

  9. I'm SHOCKED that no one has suggested a song to go with this post. Not that I have one either but.. usually this crowd has a Youtube video for every occasion. I think I need to go to my fainting chair for a few moments…K, I'm back. :)I know what you mean about feeling small. I have avoided going into a shop because I feel intimidated by who or what is in there. My daughter plays rep basketball. Many of the Mum's are of the hoity toity crowd. I feel like a slug 99% of the time. 😦 And I don't know why cause, I'm WAY hotter than any of them. :)((Hugs))laura

  10. The thing is, i really do. I requested a day and a half to myself for my birthday and my request was DENIED.Well, yeah. How will your household function for a day and a half without your special ability to know where things are and determine if there are clean or dirty dishes in the dishwasher*? And no temp can clean up spit-up as well as you!*May be projecting my own experiences on yours.

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