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This weekend was a total bust on the studying and reading for papers front. I've just been so brain dead lately. I feel it's a pattern with so many journals-- everywhere i see "well i should've done xyz but instead i fucked around and did nothing". you've read it a million times so i don't need to repeat the details here.
Not that i didn't want to do stuff-- i read and re-read these articles for my final journal paper for class, and i. just. could not. write the damn thing. I seriously hit the brick wall, the moment of perfect zen, a world of nothingness and no-thought. which might've been cool if i didn't have class to go to but FUCK! i finally cranked out 3/4 of it last night, and the rest of it this afternoon. a two page paper. worth 5 points. that the teacher never reads. ahh, my own private hell.
I'm better now. i'm still blank, but now i only have to go to class. i'm the perfect vessel tonight, waiting to be filled with arcane library knowledge. I'd better get my ass into gear and out of this weird blocked state.
it helped to check my inbox this morning. this morning was particularly bad-- i woke up going, oh fuck me i don't wanna get out of bed. Butterflied brainfried bigtime. i seriously considered not going to class because i felt ill, but i'm paying out the nose for the privilege, so it's not an option.
i got up to get dressed, realized all my underwear is in the dryer downstairs and the only thing left is boxer shorts. which i kinda like now. sure, there's bunching, but it's not anywhere uncomfortable. the boxer thing just might become a habit...
so anyway, i checked mail and people are PISSED about XF last night. but pissed is good-- i'd rather people be angry than depressed any day. ride the wave of hate! ahah. seriously, i've been waiting for the day that people would rise up and demand Chris Carter's head, and it's *finally* happened. Thank fucking god. now i'm waiting for Aaron Sorkin to take the John the Baptist chair. not that i hate the guy or anything, i really don't, but when people go on about the genius of writers who are just there to fill the space between commercials, i know they've got a long way to the bottom.
Not to say that i don't like tv. i just treat anything with quality as a happy accident is all, not much more.
The drive up to class was grey and rainy and cool, not too bad really. i'd rather live in a cool climate anyday to the humid hell that Maryland will be very soon. i spent the time thinking about what pissed people off so much about last night and the XF. ok, most of this isn't going to apply to Devon since he's the only guy i know who watches the show; it's got to do with the women.
Basically women are patient creatures. We will put up with a lot of bullshit for a long time in the hopes that something will get better, whether that's tv, significant others, whatever.
what i gathered from last night's ep is that Krycek is toast and Scully had Mulder's baby. Ok, the thing with Krycek was a bummer, but let's face it, it's mostly a nostalgia thing for most of us. most of us saw the fun days of XF as long passed. but what i kept hearing next is YUCK! Scully had Mulder's baby! which really is kinda gross. not that i'm one of those fans who has a knee jerk reaction to het. hey, if there's chemistry i'm all for it. Alien Nation and Freaks and Geeks had some great het chemistry and i love it to pieces, so i'm not going off on that.
but i do get disappointed by tv writers, our commercial filler guys, who always want to define the role of a woman as someone who has to have a child. if we aren't performing our biological duty, then we're nothing, right. yeah, right.
Mulder and Scully UST was fun, but what turned a lot of women on was seeing a woman work her ass off at her job and be damn good at it, and have adventures that had *nothing* to do with children, raising a family, and all that. you know, what guys get to do all the time. one of the reasons Kay Howard was so popular until Tom Fontana, that agent of satan (or is that satin? i can't remember) axed her. she just wasn't making the men horny enough, apparently.
anyway, women start watching XF and tptb think that if women are watching the show, then we must change focus, basically ruining what we love: a strong woman on tv, someone we all would like to identify with.
so basically they ruined it by misunderstanding what women what. again. not that i'm surprised, but really, can a woman work with a guy and not fall in love with him on tv? It's shades of Moonlighting here.
ack--spent too much time on issues of little consequence. i think that's what the brain likes to do when there's other things that are more important and take more brain energy to think about. signing off fer now, off to class.
Not that i didn't want to do stuff-- i read and re-read these articles for my final journal paper for class, and i. just. could not. write the damn thing. I seriously hit the brick wall, the moment of perfect zen, a world of nothingness and no-thought. which might've been cool if i didn't have class to go to but FUCK! i finally cranked out 3/4 of it last night, and the rest of it this afternoon. a two page paper. worth 5 points. that the teacher never reads. ahh, my own private hell.
I'm better now. i'm still blank, but now i only have to go to class. i'm the perfect vessel tonight, waiting to be filled with arcane library knowledge. I'd better get my ass into gear and out of this weird blocked state.
it helped to check my inbox this morning. this morning was particularly bad-- i woke up going, oh fuck me i don't wanna get out of bed. Butterflied brainfried bigtime. i seriously considered not going to class because i felt ill, but i'm paying out the nose for the privilege, so it's not an option.
i got up to get dressed, realized all my underwear is in the dryer downstairs and the only thing left is boxer shorts. which i kinda like now. sure, there's bunching, but it's not anywhere uncomfortable. the boxer thing just might become a habit...
so anyway, i checked mail and people are PISSED about XF last night. but pissed is good-- i'd rather people be angry than depressed any day. ride the wave of hate! ahah. seriously, i've been waiting for the day that people would rise up and demand Chris Carter's head, and it's *finally* happened. Thank fucking god. now i'm waiting for Aaron Sorkin to take the John the Baptist chair. not that i hate the guy or anything, i really don't, but when people go on about the genius of writers who are just there to fill the space between commercials, i know they've got a long way to the bottom.
Not to say that i don't like tv. i just treat anything with quality as a happy accident is all, not much more.
The drive up to class was grey and rainy and cool, not too bad really. i'd rather live in a cool climate anyday to the humid hell that Maryland will be very soon. i spent the time thinking about what pissed people off so much about last night and the XF. ok, most of this isn't going to apply to Devon since he's the only guy i know who watches the show; it's got to do with the women.
Basically women are patient creatures. We will put up with a lot of bullshit for a long time in the hopes that something will get better, whether that's tv, significant others, whatever.
what i gathered from last night's ep is that Krycek is toast and Scully had Mulder's baby. Ok, the thing with Krycek was a bummer, but let's face it, it's mostly a nostalgia thing for most of us. most of us saw the fun days of XF as long passed. but what i kept hearing next is YUCK! Scully had Mulder's baby! which really is kinda gross. not that i'm one of those fans who has a knee jerk reaction to het. hey, if there's chemistry i'm all for it. Alien Nation and Freaks and Geeks had some great het chemistry and i love it to pieces, so i'm not going off on that.
but i do get disappointed by tv writers, our commercial filler guys, who always want to define the role of a woman as someone who has to have a child. if we aren't performing our biological duty, then we're nothing, right. yeah, right.
Mulder and Scully UST was fun, but what turned a lot of women on was seeing a woman work her ass off at her job and be damn good at it, and have adventures that had *nothing* to do with children, raising a family, and all that. you know, what guys get to do all the time. one of the reasons Kay Howard was so popular until Tom Fontana, that agent of satan (or is that satin? i can't remember) axed her. she just wasn't making the men horny enough, apparently.
anyway, women start watching XF and tptb think that if women are watching the show, then we must change focus, basically ruining what we love: a strong woman on tv, someone we all would like to identify with.
so basically they ruined it by misunderstanding what women what. again. not that i'm surprised, but really, can a woman work with a guy and not fall in love with him on tv? It's shades of Moonlighting here.
ack--spent too much time on issues of little consequence. i think that's what the brain likes to do when there's other things that are more important and take more brain energy to think about. signing off fer now, off to class.
