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November 30, 2007
Now that's my kind of Santa
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November 26, 2007
Fucked up messages on TV
If you have the TiVo you probably haven't seen this. I catch way too many commercials, and I think it's kinda sad that so many of them stick in my head. I've had a note for this sitting beside the machine for a couple days now, because I just had to comment on it.
There's this commercial for Helzberg diamonds, where some dude is painting his woman's toenails (they don't get too specific on the relationship, I doubt it's all that important). Then after he delivers his line: "I think it needs another coat," the announcer tells us: "Because you're not 'that guy.'" The logo bit comes up to let you know who payed for the ad, commercial over.
That is grade A fucked up. Oh no, women are horrible materialistic whores who require jewelry in order to maintain an interest in a man. There is no way that personal attention to a woman could ever compete with a rock dug out of the ground by African slave labor. That's right people, stand-up comics and cheap sitcoms have been telling the truth all along - all a woman wants is material wealth and possessions, not a man willing to do something nice for her just because.
Besides, we all know that guy painting her toes was gay. Straight men don't even know how to use nail polish. Sheesh.
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T-day
What an involved holiday weekend. Not a gigantic amount of activity, since we ended up coming home right after we did the meal action, but still - involved.
Had a nice visit with Viva and her hubby when we got into Lamesa. It's been quite a while since we've seen them, and as usual their place has new stuff and some construction going on. I got to see her new zippy bathroom (so jealous) and the great front steps. It looks like they're going to be extending their kitchen a bit, which I'm sure will be nice when it gets done. They also gifted us with a Ronco rotisserie, which I will probably break in in a week or two with... well something, haven't decided yet.
Then after that we went on to the in-laws' place. As usual we stayed at his brother's place, but this time said brother was actually there. Interesting evening involving some gambling lessons for 3 card poker (or whatever the hell it's called) and the usual amount of conversation that always seems to happen between the two of us. It's weird - I generally hate debating things, I don't care for argumentative discussion, but with the bro-in-law it just works. I can't explain it, but I can have a heated disagreement with the man and still enjoy the conversation. However, this time around I ended up the asshole and now he hates me. I don't see any point in getting into it here (not that I expect him to read this anyway, since he is done with me now) and I haven't figured out how or whether to react to it. Due to that he decided to leave early instead of staying, so he missed out on the T-day grubbage.
The next morning we were actually up and active earlier than noon, so we hit the K-Bob's earlier than we expected. Nice time, good food, and so so lovely to not have to do dishes afterwards. It was nice to get some time in with the ma-in-law and not have to worry about anything other than the visit.
Unfortunately it was snowing when we got up, and the snow got thicker through the meal. We've had this happen before at xmas, and when that happened we ended up having to plow the old car into a big drift in the back yard driveway just to have a place to get it off the road. We didn't want that to happen again, so we had to take off right after we ate. The snow held steady all the way through Lubbock and a ways north of that, but as we got closer to Muleshoe it thinned out until there was nothing but damp ground. Figures. We were supposed to drive down to Mineral Wells after dinner (or the next day, depending on how things timed out) and visit with RAM, and he had fixed up a whole meal for us. Poor guy. So now he has a freezer full of extra food because we got tricked by the snow.
It did snow again, on Friday and Saturday. It covered the ground both times, but melted off pretty quick. We're hoping for more, because we need every bit of wet we can get, but it's nice that it didn't just fuck with us and only dampen the ground.
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November 25, 2007
Two from the tube
I caught a promo yesterday for a miniseries event for Hogfather. I just had to set a timer for it. Very cool, I thought. If you're into the Discworld thing I'd recommend it for sure. Although I can't vouch much for accuracy, cuz I Hogfather is one I haven't yet read. I guess I'll have to expedite it up the list now.
But I know you didn't come here for happy pseudo-xmas material. You came here for Runway dish. And let me tell you, I called it. Usually I manage to pick either the winner or the loser, at least as long as there aren't a huge mess of dresses to pick from, but this time I was right on on both counts.
The loser dress was easy to pick. It looked so sad and horrible, and every time you can see boobies through the top you know it's gonna get picked on. The poor guy who got eliminated looked so sad, like a little boy who dropped his ice cream cone. It was also funny seeing Christian (who has the most annoying hair EVER) getting called on his overly 80s retro dress. Twice as funny actually, considering that the guy is only 21 so he probably has no idea how 80s that look really was. I knew he wouldn't get eliminated though, because even though the dress was kinda icky and the retro was wrong the design and the execution were much stronger than the grey mess that did the actual losing.
I kinda feel bad actually, because I can still only remember a couple names. But if you saw it you know who I'm talking about, and if you didn't then either you will soon or you don't give a crap. So never mind that - on to the winner.
Here's the thing - of the top two, I liked the one that didn't make it but I knew that it just wouldn't win. I didn't really care for the winning design. It looked bland to me and it didn't give me even the slightest bit of wow. But I could tell by how they reacted, and also by comparing it to the glimpse of the little folder the designers got in the beginning, that the cute little vest on the winning number was what sold it.
I liked Elisa's dress so much better. It was dynamic and amazing. Elisa is the crazy girl, and she is very likely to get herself eliminated in a few episodes. She is just too wacky and it seems inevitable that she is going to weird herself out of the competition in a spectacular way. I am so glad she didn't get the axe in ep 1, because I knew that she could do something new and amazing, and she did it this time. It's a good thing that poor Sweet P got stuck as her teammate, because without somebody to ground Elisa and get the technical details right, that dress would just never have been. It would have been a Santino nightmare.
So, here's to hoping that Elisa manages to get another amazing and crazy design or two out of her head before she goes down in flames. I haven't yet picked a real favorite, or someone that I want to see slapped around the work room - we'll just have to wait and see.
Filed under "Brain candy" by damyano at 11:39 PM | Comments (1)
November 19, 2007
The baking begins
Why can't they make a pumpkin pie recipe that doesn't end up with the shell being filled to the brim? It's a bitch to move that cautiously to get the damn thing in the oven, and then it ends up spilling anyway and making it smell like a disaster in here. Stupid recipes. I'm doing four pumpkin pies this year, and at the rate things are going I'll be lucky to get to taste one of them. I'm also doing two cheater cheesecake pies, one of which will have blueberries in it.
And I don't care who I have to stab with a fork to get it, I am getting a piece of the blueberry pie. So all you bitches best step back.
Hopefully this (and the turkey roast thing I'll be doing on Wed) will be the extent of my T-day cooking responsibilities. I'm just not feeling the whole cook my ass off thing this year. Fortunately we've managed to get the Hubby's mother to agree to restauranting our feast day, which not only means no cooking but also no dishes. Now that's something to be thankful for.
Filed under "Domesticity ain't pretty" by damyano at 11:09 AM | Comments (0)
November 16, 2007
Round 4
Yep, it's Project Runway time again. Not much to report really - so far none of the contestants really stands out in the love or hate departments. The girl who got the boot did so because she fucked up. There were a lot of interesting designs that we didn't get to see enough of.
And it was just so mean that they made the fat guy have to run to get his cloth. Shame on you guys!
I figure by the next episode or two I'll know who I hate, and you'll get to hear all about it.
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November 12, 2007
Moldy old blah de blah
The lag on here is getting beyond sad. Nothing interesting happens to me, so I rarely have anything to blog about. Most of the time when something does occur to me, some bs comes up that prevents me from getting to it. Or just as often, I decide in my stupid head that it's not worth bothering with.
But sometimes these things just stew and bug me and finally I have to let them out. So I'm gonna post one because it needs to be done. But it's just so friggin' old!
Alright, this requires a touch of setup. As in, 'WTF are you talking about old?' Okay - the thing I watched that put this little thorn in my brain was on like months ago. It was some program that I watched in the wee hours because there wasn't anything on TV and I needed something to stare at. That's not all though, because the program in question was old news when it aired when I watched it. So really, I'm bitching about something so far past its relevance that it seems entirely pointless. Bear with me.
The program in question is this newsmagazine show that plays on Logo called In the Life. I have no idea where it came from, and I don't really care. It's homolicious, so somewhere in the contract I signed when I made my lifestyle choice there is fine print that I have to watch this sort of stuff. I'm lax on that too, but I get my fix in. Anyway - at one point they decided that they had to have the grande dame of queerdom make some sort of editorial piece at the end - Harvey Fierstein's gay babblings (I don't remember what the segment was called, and I doubt you care). This is the aforementioned thorn.
So what, pray tell, can her high holy homoness have said that has endured in the cartoon riddled cheese I call a brain? Harvey was going on about gay exposure in the media and somewhere in there he...
(I'm resisting the urge to go all flamey and constantly refer to him in the feminine. It's difficult sometimes - she just begs for it! Sorry about the excessive parentheticals.)
Anyway, somewhere in there he starts in on how many popular shows/movies/whathaveyou that end up with a gay theme (or are just plain gay to begin with) inevitably go for the gay bashing scene. He talks about how this is so sad and wrong, always going for that one particular theme instead of showing gay people in a loving environment, doing positive things, having wonderful lives. Because that, of course, would make rainbows pop out of fundie moron's asses and everyone would would just love their neighborhood faggot. The show he mentioned specificially was Queer as Folk, which did the big first season cliffhanger with Justin getting his head bashed in. (Sorry if I spoiled that for you.)
Now see, I happen to like Queer as Folk. It's totally a soap opera, gloriously melodramatic and cheesy and full of drama and angst and typical characters. I wallow in its soapiness. So having a gay bashing is pretty much necessary - I mean, it's a defining part of what it is to be gay, the fear that some asshole is going to try and kill you because his heart is a black hole of useless hate, and for no other reason that that. Anything else anyone has to say on the subject is a fucking lie.
Whoops, sorry. Got a little militant there. There is a point to this, let me get to it.
Here's what made Ms. Fierstein's rant spawn this rant. Have you seen Torch Song Trilogy? You know, the play made into a movie starring a certain Harvey Fierstein, wherein there is a part where his lovely young boyfriend is - get this - killed in a gay bashing! Gasp! Well missy, I guess you're the only bitch allowed to touch that subject then. Who the fuck do you think you are throwing that hissy fit around when you did the same damn thing? I'm not denouncing you or anything, cuz I really don't give a shit. I just want your little moment of bullshit OUT OF MY HEAD!
Thank you.
Filed under "Bitchy rants" by damyano at 03:05 AM | Comments (1)
With his own comic even
You just have to see this. It is so worth it.Filed under "Brain candy" by damyano at 12:07 AM | Comments (0)