darlas_mom

I think "Last Night" may be one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen.

For those who've not heard of it, it's a Canadian indepedent film about the last six hours before the world ends, and the intersecting lives of several people on their last night on Earth. It's funny and sad and touching.

Also, it has Callum Keith Rennie both naked and kissing a guy, if you're into that, which...y'know, I am. *g*

But in all seriousness... beautiful. And it makes me think about what I'd do if I knew the world was going to end in a matter of hours and there was nothing that could be done about it. What would I say, what would I do, where would I go. Who would I want to be with.

Has some skeevy race issues. ::sigh:: Fewer than most, but...some. (YMMV. I'll talk about 'em in this or another post, if anyone wants to know.)

Overall, though, I'd give it a nine out of ten for a good story, good acting and subtle direction.

Okay, I need to talk to a Canadian with premium cable! Is anyone reading this a Canadian with premium cable, or friends with a Canadian with premium cable? It's a matter of life or TV!

...I have two refrigerators now, y'all.

Why do I have two refrigerators?

Because I am single and in my twenties and in my family.

See, in my family, when you have something you don't need anymore- like, say, when your cancer debt overwhelms your ability to pay your mortgage and you have to move into a smaller house, which happens to come with appliances, thus negating your need for your previous appliances...

...well, you don't throw them away. You give them to your unmarried kid in her twenties because that's just how it's done!

My new fridge is, and I am really not kidding here, John Deere Tractor green. (If you are not familiar with this color, feel free to Google it.) My new fridge has taken up residence in my garage, because frankly, I have a perfectly serviceable fridge currently in my kitchen, thankyouverymuch, and its color DOES NOT BANJO MY EYES. (Kitchen!fridge is beige. Y'know, not Lego-block green. Garage!fridge envies it its place in the house, I'm sure.)

Interestingly, I actually do intend to use garage!fridge. See, my major complaint about- otherwise perfectly serviceable, and not eye-banjoing in color- kitchen!fridge is that it's a side-by-side. Side-by-sides have never really been a practical fridge option for me...namely, because I never have an equal amount of stuff that needs to be frozen as I do stuff that needs to be refrigerated. I really need more room for refrigerated stuff than freezer stuff.

So, garage!fridge is going to be put to work containing the overflow of stuff that will not fit in kitchen!fridge, enabling me to keep a lot more leftovers. \o/

...this doesn't mean I have to like garage!fridge, however. (Seriously, Mom, Bill- couldn't you guys have painted it a more attractive color?!)

Also, I am not looking forward to seeing what two fridges does to my utility bill.

I told you all that just now, flist, because the sad fact of the matter is, I've barely posted for months, and that's pretty much the most exciting thing that's happened.

I really would like to have more interesting things in my life. I need activities.

Hm. Who wants to see what happens if I try speed dating?

Ten years later, "Fool for Love" and "Darla" are about the best episodes of anything ever. There are, in fact, only two notable flaws in the writing (the politics is another story, but I am tired and thuviaptarth explains it way better than I ever could) that I've found while re-watching these for about the 90,000,000,000th time. (It probably is about that many. When these eps first aired in 2000, I had no channels on my TV; the VHS tapes of about four eps that raelala sent me were all the entertainment I had.)

But anyway, yeah, only two noticeable flaws in the writing.

1) Buffy's severe lack of reaction to the fact that Spike showed up at her house with a shotgun.
2) The fact that Darla ended up unconscious via running into a wall.

Seriously, check it, y'all:

Exhibit A -


Seriously, Buff, the man has a gun! I know you're upset about your mom, but don't you think this warrants some questioning?!

Exhibit B -


...oh, Julie. That director hated you, didn't he?

...this is me on no sleep, you guys.

I had a big ranty Failbender post typed up, but instead would like to refer all of you to these:

( Long post is long. )

So. Anyone care to revisit the "they picked the most talented actors" argument?

Hobbes: "Do you have an idea for your story yet?"
Calvin: "No, I'm waiting for inspiration. You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood."
Hobbes: "What mood is that?"
Calvin: "Last-minute panic."

Thank you, that is all.

Yesterday was my birthday.

I'm twenty-six now.

And I didn't post about it, or say "thank you" to any of the friends who sent me well-wishes or vgifts or any of that, because I managed to get sick on my birthday. I slept through three-fourths of the day and kept waking up sweaty, feverish and in pain. I have some weird kind of bronchitis-like thing (God, my chest, you guys!) and aches and pains all over besides. I'm hot and sick and tired and even though I fell asleep last night at six P.M, I didn't wake up until noon today.

And I really wanna just crawl back in bed and keep waiting for this to go away.

So, apologies to people who didn't hear from me yesterday, and sincere thanks to those who tried to say something to me about my birthday, I really do appreciate it. I just couldn't make myself sit up yesterday. But seriously, thank you.

You know, you'd think, given the sheer number of times I've been through this, and the age I've reached, this would get a little less devastating.

And yet, I kind of want to lie around and cry for a bit.

They canceled my show.

Okay...so I've just spent a few hours getting a crash course in something that's going around in my internet social circle that I knew nothing about. (I've seen the posts, but had none of the context, and grew increasingly confused until I had a link. And now I'm so angry that I feel like I can barely Goddamn breathe.

Context is here, for anyone needing the crash course.

Now. Let's talk about the thing that made me so furious, the big vein in my head feels like it's going to pop. ( Cut for discussion of sexual abuse, potentially triggery. )

Dear Female Idiots on Facebook,

I hate to break this to you, but men taking an interest in your bras is not actually a demonstration of how powerful you are. No, seriously, it's not. No. Seriously. It's. Not.

Similarly, fueling horny guys on Facebook with suggestive statuses is not actually empowering, either.

Please...just...just stop. I'm begging you.

Signed,
Me

Dear Cousin on Facebook,

Yes, I understand you passed it on because you thought it was funny. From now on, can you just pretend I laughed and leave me out of it?

Seriously, I don't even like Facebook, which you probably should have figured out 300+ ignored Farmville requests ago.

Ugh.

Signed,
Me

Dear God,

Please destroy Facebook.

Signed,
EVERYONE