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Dec. 4th, 2004 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosThis is the coolest play on BADGER BADGER BADGER I've seen yet. Wheeee!
Do you know what my mom and dad are doing this weekend? My grandfather is meeting up with them with New York, and they're going to see "Movin' Out" and then he's taking them to Medieval Times. My mom told me that the other day and I literally squealed into the phone, "And he's not taking me?!" 'Cause any desire I might have to see a Broadway show by Billy Joel I blame on my parents, but Medieval Times is sooooo my thing. See? This is so why Al is my favorite grandparent. With my grandpa Frank a very close second because he's nice and friendly, just not much with the communicating. And my grandma in last place, because she keeps fucking with my family for being nice to Al. You know, you can beg off on one family event because you have heart palpitations, but when it seems you only get them when you can garner the most attention out of them, it's really fucking annoying. (She's already skipped out of my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and my brother's graduation for those reasons. Grr.) And my dad called her to ask for photos of him when he was a kid for Al's scrapbook (since Al hadn't seen him from the time he was about two years old until he was in his early forties) and my grandmother said she'd send pictures and "forgot." Oops.
I told my mom my dad needs to learn how to lie better. Or at least learn how to stop "We need photos of me when I was little for a scrapbook" before he adds "that we're making for Al". Bah. Stupid grandmother. If she's trying to get us to think she's a real bitch, she's doing a bang-up job so far. (I think that's the main reason I keep reminding Dad to tell her I have four tattoos, and one of them is a pentagram. Because for once, I'd like her to throw a real fit so I can throw one right back. Hey, that's what she needs for treating my dad like she's been doing for the past few years. *is a total daddy's girl*)
Oops. *blushes, gets down off soapbox*
Also, my hair is looking really good today, and instead of taking full advantage of it and hitting the movie theater, I'm staying home to write. Typical me. :)
In other news, remember that Alabama lawmaker who apparently thinks gay people are like the land of Fantasia in The Neverending Story, and if you destroy all evidence of them in libraries, they'll all just go away? Well, the members of the American Library Association have politely told him to shove his ignorant bill up his ass. Although quite frankly, I think he's a bit phobic about things in uncomfortable places like the back seat of a Volkswagon.
And if you want to learn all the wrong things about sex, come sit in an American sex-ed class teaching according to federally-funded abstinence program guidelines. By the way, I actually went and listened to Bill O'Reilly yesterday, and some guy called in to say that he'd gone to his daughter's school when they'd said they were going to start teaching the kids sex-ed classes and dragged her out of the class when he'd heard what they were teaching them. It was the same responsible safe-sex stuff you'd expect, but he didn't want his fifth-grader learning that and said he and his wife would teach her about sex in five years. Teach her about sex when she's fifteen? Yeah, that'll work. *eye roll*
Do you know what my mom and dad are doing this weekend? My grandfather is meeting up with them with New York, and they're going to see "Movin' Out" and then he's taking them to Medieval Times. My mom told me that the other day and I literally squealed into the phone, "And he's not taking me?!" 'Cause any desire I might have to see a Broadway show by Billy Joel I blame on my parents, but Medieval Times is sooooo my thing. See? This is so why Al is my favorite grandparent. With my grandpa Frank a very close second because he's nice and friendly, just not much with the communicating. And my grandma in last place, because she keeps fucking with my family for being nice to Al. You know, you can beg off on one family event because you have heart palpitations, but when it seems you only get them when you can garner the most attention out of them, it's really fucking annoying. (She's already skipped out of my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and my brother's graduation for those reasons. Grr.) And my dad called her to ask for photos of him when he was a kid for Al's scrapbook (since Al hadn't seen him from the time he was about two years old until he was in his early forties) and my grandmother said she'd send pictures and "forgot." Oops.
I told my mom my dad needs to learn how to lie better. Or at least learn how to stop "We need photos of me when I was little for a scrapbook" before he adds "that we're making for Al". Bah. Stupid grandmother. If she's trying to get us to think she's a real bitch, she's doing a bang-up job so far. (I think that's the main reason I keep reminding Dad to tell her I have four tattoos, and one of them is a pentagram. Because for once, I'd like her to throw a real fit so I can throw one right back. Hey, that's what she needs for treating my dad like she's been doing for the past few years. *is a total daddy's girl*)
Oops. *blushes, gets down off soapbox*
Also, my hair is looking really good today, and instead of taking full advantage of it and hitting the movie theater, I'm staying home to write. Typical me. :)
In other news, remember that Alabama lawmaker who apparently thinks gay people are like the land of Fantasia in The Neverending Story, and if you destroy all evidence of them in libraries, they'll all just go away? Well, the members of the American Library Association have politely told him to shove his ignorant bill up his ass. Although quite frankly, I think he's a bit phobic about things in uncomfortable places like the back seat of a Volkswagon.
And if you want to learn all the wrong things about sex, come sit in an American sex-ed class teaching according to federally-funded abstinence program guidelines. By the way, I actually went and listened to Bill O'Reilly yesterday, and some guy called in to say that he'd gone to his daughter's school when they'd said they were going to start teaching the kids sex-ed classes and dragged her out of the class when he'd heard what they were teaching them. It was the same responsible safe-sex stuff you'd expect, but he didn't want his fifth-grader learning that and said he and his wife would teach her about sex in five years. Teach her about sex when she's fifteen? Yeah, that'll work. *eye roll*
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Date: 2004-12-04 09:34 am (UTC)They'll be grandparents by then.
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Date: 2004-12-04 10:07 am (UTC)Excuse me while I freak right out.
w00t
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-04 01:29 pm (UTC)*LOVES* I just watched Mallrats this week. God, I love that movie.
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:58 pm (UTC)Re: w00t
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Date: 2004-12-04 02:28 pm (UTC)Re: w00t
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Date: 2004-12-04 06:36 pm (UTC)But the badger version is better for doing aerobics with.
....uhm, don't ask.
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Date: 2004-12-04 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-05 08:24 am (UTC)Thank you for watching Bill O'Reilly so I don't have to.
Sincerely,
a hung-over Canadian.
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Date: 2004-12-05 12:47 pm (UTC)