I left my wallet on the bus this morning. The bus company says it hasn't been turned in and the driver didn't see it around the seat I was in. Only mildly freaked out since I am po' making the ATM cards useless. Luckily I just happened to have a paycheck from my other job (and it was too big to fit in my wallet so it was just at the bottom of my purse). It also doesn't hurt to work at the DMV and be able to quickly apply for a duplicate license. Still, I don't have my Metro Pass (I have to pay cash to get home!) or my library card (I can't renew books online) or my Best Buy Reward Zone card (I had to be close to a discount certificate). I hope some honest soul found it and quickly dropped it in a mailbox and that the post office people don't rifle through and take what little valuable stuff is in there. But I think everyone is a dishonest asshole, so I'm chalking it all up as a loss.
You know what's funny? I actually had forgotten my wallet at my first bus stop, so I had to rush home to get it before the next bus came which I was worried I had missed which would make me miss the connection but it turned out it was a bit early and the connection ended up being late.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Stuck in the 80s
I think I'm stuck in the 80s when it comes to judging horror movies. I am super-critical when it comes to modern horror films. I see some of this new stuff and I get all, "Back in my day..." when it comes to deciding whether they're good or not. It must be a sign of my encroaching Old Lady-dom. It kinda sucks. I've whined about this before, but I miss the time when I would go see anything horror not matter how awful it looked. And I would generally have fun no matter what. Granted, I was a teenager then and going with a friend who loved the movies as much as I did. Somewhere in the 90s (I'd say around the time Scream came out). I lost that loving feeling. I couldn't get past the fact that everybody on Party of Five or Dawson's Creek was showing up in a horror flick. I also wasn't (and still am not) a big fan of the increasing amount of comedy being thrown into my horror movies. And it didn't help that movie prices were going up along with my hatred of people. Society is becoming increasingly ruder with the cellphones and the assholes who think everyone paid to hear their screaming kid. And the PG-13 thing isn't great either.
Recently, I've gotten some of my love back. Listening to a bunch of awesome podcasts helps. It's nice to listen to people who love horror they way I used to (especially since most of my friends just don't dig on them the way I do, if they like them at all). And there have been a few recent movies that I actually liked (see my post on My Bloody Valentine 3D). I didn't like a number of the movies I saw recently (Friday the 13th and The Haunting in Connecticut), but I won't give up hope. I have bitched and complained but I am going to see H2 in the theatre. I will see The Orphan next week. I am excited for both The Final Destination and Piranha 3D (the latter of which people keep calling "the next Snakes on a Plane" like that's a bad thing). I'm not gonna let my love of horror die. I refuse.
Recently, I've gotten some of my love back. Listening to a bunch of awesome podcasts helps. It's nice to listen to people who love horror they way I used to (especially since most of my friends just don't dig on them the way I do, if they like them at all). And there have been a few recent movies that I actually liked (see my post on My Bloody Valentine 3D). I didn't like a number of the movies I saw recently (Friday the 13th and The Haunting in Connecticut), but I won't give up hope. I have bitched and complained but I am going to see H2 in the theatre. I will see The Orphan next week. I am excited for both The Final Destination and Piranha 3D (the latter of which people keep calling "the next Snakes on a Plane" like that's a bad thing). I'm not gonna let my love of horror die. I refuse.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Commenter hell
I'm probably about to get pounced on over at Gawker, but I couldn't help but open my big mouth again. You see, someone when commenting on Paris Jackson speaking at her father's memorial felt the need to talk about her 'straight hair' and their lack of comprehension, like it makes any fucking different. This child is barely holding it together and you're speculating about her parentage? Clearly, class is not in session. I'm sure I'll be accused of being a bitch and not having a sense of humor and I confess I have made jokes in the past about the same topic, but seriously when referencing her speaking at his fargin memorial? Man, that's just shitty.
Now, I agree that the likelihood that Jackson is the biological parent of those children is low. (I mean that one boy [Blanket?] looks straight out of Village of the Damned with that peroxide blond hair). However, I also acknowledge that babies of biracial parents can come out a variety of shades. Heck, kids in general can come out with all sorts of baffling attributes. A couple of friends of mine have a daughter with ocean blue eyes. Mom's are green and dad's are brown. It took another friend three tries to get a kid with the same super-curly hair and brown eyes as hers (all still blond though, heehee). So while I appreciate people's curiousity, this need to put these kids' DNA in a box is disturbing, and unless you have a stake in the estate, ir-fucking-relevant.
Oh, and then their was the person who decided that Paris' speak was 'rehearsed' and came off as 'choreographed'. Um, maybe she did practice what she planned to say at the memorial service for her dad that was being simulcast/livestreamed practically all over the world. The comment "real kids blubber when their upset" just knocked me out. I'm glad my heart is bigger than that.
Later: I got ripped for accusing someone of 'viciously criticizing' a child. I was also told that asking "Who are those kids' biological parents?" is a valid question since it's rumored they were sired by his plastic surgeon. Not sure how that makes it anyone else's business, but okay.
Now, I agree that the likelihood that Jackson is the biological parent of those children is low. (I mean that one boy [Blanket?] looks straight out of Village of the Damned with that peroxide blond hair). However, I also acknowledge that babies of biracial parents can come out a variety of shades. Heck, kids in general can come out with all sorts of baffling attributes. A couple of friends of mine have a daughter with ocean blue eyes. Mom's are green and dad's are brown. It took another friend three tries to get a kid with the same super-curly hair and brown eyes as hers (all still blond though, heehee). So while I appreciate people's curiousity, this need to put these kids' DNA in a box is disturbing, and unless you have a stake in the estate, ir-fucking-relevant.
Oh, and then their was the person who decided that Paris' speak was 'rehearsed' and came off as 'choreographed'. Um, maybe she did practice what she planned to say at the memorial service for her dad that was being simulcast/livestreamed practically all over the world. The comment "real kids blubber when their upset" just knocked me out. I'm glad my heart is bigger than that.
Later: I got ripped for accusing someone of 'viciously criticizing' a child. I was also told that asking "Who are those kids' biological parents?" is a valid question since it's rumored they were sired by his plastic surgeon. Not sure how that makes it anyone else's business, but okay.
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