I was at some website and there was a banner ad for an upcoming program on the History Channel. It was called something like, “RUSSIA: LAND OF THE TSARS”
I was just glancing at it quickly so what I saw was: “RUSSIA: LAND OF THE SARS”
I'm not reading another word about that stupid disease.
Yes, I've amassed a small amount of credit card debt this past year. I plan to take care of it as soon as possible.
Anyway, I've looked at a few of these photo judging communities and I must say I don't know what to make of them. My rational brain keeps telling me not to take it seriously, even though there's something very sorority-hazing about all of it. However, I really don't get the people who post their pictures for judging and then get all offended when they get shit talked on them. Maybe that's a natural reaction, I don't know.
I do know that I will not be posting my pictures on any of these communities. I can just see myself crying over someone's nasty remark about my current acne predicament and who needs that? Speaking of which, I'm 24, can I stop going through puberty now? Seriously, these monthly breakouts have been occurring for the past 12 years. What's the point?
Today was hectic with just random baby-house stuff. I'm still recovering. Today is also a big day for my dad…he finds out whether or not he gets his job back. He was over here yesterday, sighing and rubbing his head and being neurotic. He did have his wits about him enough to bring me a Mother's Day present…a 24 pack of plastic hangers….
I don't know if I can even comment on that.
I wasn't sure how to thank him, other than to say, “Uh, thanks, these will be good for hanging clothes…which I have…and the current hangers are…out of date…or some shit….Look at that squirrel!”
It's not even that it was a bad gift, per se. It was just so random.
Six Feet Under is getting crazy. I think Claire needs to come live with me.
I have to pee and do laundry.
What the fuck is this weather? It's May. MAY! gah!
This weather is just so cruddy!
Argh, I started this update at the wrong time. I have to go to the bathroom, the baby has already pooped, and there's a really stinky pile of laundry waiting for me.
I'll be back later.
I saw A Mighty Wind last night. So friggin' funny. Could have been funnier, but still highly enjoyable.
Afterward, I took the Longest Pee Ever at Ike and Jonah's house. Seriously, I think it's on record somewhere.
I have to get ready to go. But first, Happy Mother's Day to me and any other gals with offspring who might be reading this.
Behind the cut are the letters that were printed in the PG regarding last week's letter that said the Family Circus was, in a nutshell, ass and that the Boondocks was at least more representative of non-mainstream America
So according to William W. O'Donnell, “The Family Circus: Life in the Bubble” (Feedback, May 2) along with Sen. Rick Santorum, is now part of that “bigoted” cabal of “middle class Christians” who want to oppress gays.
Give me a break!
I can think of better reasons to criticize “The Family Circus”, i.e. its tendency to be maudlin, the kids on the strip being cloyingly cute, its lame attempts at humor etc., but to accuse it, as Mr. O'Donnell does, of gay bashing is blatantly insulting!
According to Mr. O'Donnell, “The Family Circus” protects its “viewers from the harsh realities of life on the funny pages” and that “viewing life through the prism of a bubble distorts reality.” May I remind Mr. O'Donnell that viewing life through the prism of a ” 'Boondocks' (or any other politically correct) point of view” is also a distortion of reality.
I think Mr. O'Donnell owes the readers of “the Family Circus” and its creator Bil Keane an apology.
FRANCIS V. BENDER
IRWIN
Not our problem
I wish to rebuke the letter of last week “Family Circus: Life in a Bubble” by William W. O'Donnell. First of all Mr. O'Donnell, there is nothing wrong with “The Family Circus” cartoon; it is enjoyable reading the ups and downs of life through a child's eyes.
But let's get to my total and utter disgust of your letter. Why is it when you gay types want to make a point you attempt to associate yourselves with black people or something connected with blacks — your “we must look at life from a 'Boondocks' point of view.” Oh, really Mr. O'Donnell, and just how did you arrive at this reasoning? For too long whites tend to associate any and everything low, dirty, inappropriate, disgusting and questionable with blacks and it is no different with you gay types.
Let me set the record straight. As a proud black female who believes in holding up standards, morals, decency and standing on ceremony, I'd rather those of you who believe in the gay lifestyle not give yourself a comfort level by categorizing yourselves with the black people. It is not appreciated by me. You are free to live as you like; and Mr. O'Donnell, I am also free and free enough to say I resent blacks being used as an example by you gay types when you wish to make a point, whatever that point may be.
And Mr. O'Donnell as for your “cutesy, white Christian argument” with reference to Sen. Santorum's recent comments; you would be surprised how many cutesy BLACK Christians who feel the exact same way.
JANET LOUISE MARTIN
EAST LIBERTY
The liberal slant
Give me a break. This isn't about “Family Circus” or middle-class Christians, but instead about perpetuating the (dare I say) LIBERAL media's misrepresentation of Sen. Santorum. I suppose Mr. O'Donnell only reads “Boondocks” and only watches “Will & Grace” because they agree with his personal view of what life should be like. Sorry. The rest of us revel in escapism from time to time, even when reading the “funnies.” I personally enjoy watching Disney movies and “Mister Rogers' Neighborhood” with my children. I enjoy their innocence and love of life. That's what I enjoy about “Family Circus.” But that wasn't really your point, was it?
Your point was to continue the idiocy. If you really knew what you were talking about, you'd know that his comments were directly related to a Supreme Court case involving privacy and whether or not adults have the right to do whatever they choose because they are hidden behind closed doors. If privacy is the only criteria you use for making something right, then you have to be willing to accept literally everything — bigamy, polygamy, incest, etc.
His statement was not “bigoted” and does in fact come from a “clear vision” of what many constitutional scholars and the majority of Americans believe that some things should not be permitted even if they are hidden from the outside world.
Like you, Mr. O'Donnell, I welcome his honesty. I'm proud that he represents me and my values. I'm glad he stands up for what he believes and doesn't back down. You and yours would have everyone who doesn't agree with your personal views silenced by screaming “intolerant, bigot, homophobe!” Truth be told, it is you who are intolerant of anyone who doesn't agree. Us “cutesy, middle-class Christians” have just as much right as you to express our views and stand up for what we believe.
Now if you'll excuse me, I want to finish reading the funnies before the children turn on “Sesame Street.”
CANDACE SEIBEL
CLINTON
Letter #1 is pretty bland. If I were to write into the PG about the Family Circus I would just say how much it sucks, that it's been in the paper too long.
Letter #2 utilizes the hilarious phrase “gay types.” I can't say how much that made me giggle. *Margaret Cho voice* “Scott called….IS HE THE GAY?!?!?”
I want to elaborate on how minorities, at this point in time, need to recognize that all of *us* are hated equally as much by the powers that be, but I don't have enough energy at the moment. This woman has her beliefs…okay, whatever…but I doubt that when it comes to down to it, that Bill Keane will have her back.
Letter #3…anyone who doesn't think Rick Santorum is a total twat has their thumb up their butt. He is on my “To Be Stabbed” list…as well as Ann Coulter/et tu Brute. I bet those two enjoy sodomy together. Then Rick makes Ann cook him breakfast after he beats her a little bit.
Okay, now I'm just sounding insane.
grease. shower. now.
Over the past couple of days I have had little to no time to sit down and chill with my Live Journal. It's really getting on my nerves. I really should be cleaning up the house right now but instead I'll post this rushed entry.
People who have just won a place on my “Will Be Stabbed” list:
1)Parents driving along Penn Ave. with a 1-year-old in the back seat…not in a car seat! It's always lots of fun to pick your toddler's brains off of the windshield after an accident.
2)Fucking asshole down the street who will not stop screaming at his wife and kids for how shitty his life is, and just told his three-year-old daughter that he's going to “knock her fuckin' teeth out.” Is castration illegal?
Lunch at Kassab's with Shanley = yumminess. I suck at Maff.
I called around to several day care centers today. That was fun. The whole experience adds fuel to my rage when I think about how health care and child care are provided by the state in the rest of the developed world but here they're “privileges.” I just don't even feel like going into how many contradictions are present in this system.
I have to go clean crumbs off the kitchen floor before ants take over the house.
I'm glamorous.
I guess this is a big day. The baby just figured out how to take his diaper off. I get this sinking feeling that I'm going to be scrubbing feces off the wall very soon.
This is mostly for the benefit of fellow SFU fanatic,
I just got back from watching the tape at Jwan's. Shit is really starting to heat up now. This season may have had a slow start, but now with only three episodes left it's really beginning to live up to its name in my opinion. I won't reveal too much, but Claire really told Russell where to stick it. It was like the fantasy break up of every jilted woman.
Two wonderful scenes between Nate and Lisa and Claire and Ruth. Both made me cry. Somehow that show really has a way of hitting me in exactly the right way at exactly the right time. The scene between Claire and Ruth was doing an especially good job of tugging at my heartstrings. It was just such a perfect mother-daughter conversation about life and love. My portrayal must make it sound really awful, but trust me, it was great.
It's just so weird. I was having kind of an irritating and nerve-wracking day, just trying to figure out how to get the baby some child care and me a job and feeling like the stereotypical unemployable English major, but more of a loser version since I have a child and everyone's just waiting for me to fail. On top of all that I was fretting over regular life and love stuff, so SFU just sort of mellowed all of that out. Awesome.
Hopefully, I won't get all messed up again tomorrow.
I want to watch a DVD but I'm not sure what.
I've been thinking that my journal's been especially lame as of late. I apologize. I'm going to try to do better. Now that I have readers, I'm trying to “perform” well. ;-p
I watched the video footage from the party. There isn't that much of it, but highlights include my dramatic use of zoom-in on a basket of cheese curls and declaring it “Cheese Curls: The Movie,” and me, slurring, trying to get a roundtable discussion going regarding the SNL skit Goth Talk.
speaking of which:
http://www.geocities.com/azraelabyss.geo/gtmain.html
enjoy.
Last night, the boyfriend and I watched Baraka. So friggin' amazing. We were only going to watch a second or two of it because I wanted to watch Beetlejuice. But as soon as it started we just sort of sat there and stared, slackjawed. It was so great. I fell asleep not long after it was over, but I woke up around 5 a.m. panicking about what I would do if anything bad were to ever happen to the baby. It was really annoying because, seriously, what I can do about this kind of stuff at 5 a.m. while I'm lying in bed? Nothing. It took me forever to fall asleep and of course once I did my son was awake about twenty minutes later.
Something to add to the list of things that make me happy: waking up and remembering that I have a fresh box of Kashi waiting for me in the lazy susan.
I need to shower.
The baby and I need to walk to the Hallmark store to buy Mother's Day cards. argh.
My camera is done being repaired but I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it all the way out to Waterworks to pick it up.
*cracks neck*
I also need a new pillow. now.
I also also need to call my doctor and the baby's doctor today to schedule appointments. Yippee. Speaking of the baby, he's holding the lens caps to my camera and crying for no discernible reason. what the hell?
I'm off to CMU's HR website to peruse for a jobby job.
Ta for now.
