I actually surprised myself with how utterly, utterly fucking pissed I got reading this secret. The first part, sure, I can get that. I know a whole bunch of people who'd agree that chubby, grody Gerard was totally munchable. The second part, however, is kind of making my brain boil.
This? Is not okay. Not even as a joke. It just isn't. What this man went through to get clean -- that is enough to earn him brownie points for the rest of his natural life. Getting and more importantly staying clean, even if it's "only" five years since he got sober, is the most amazing thing this dude will ever do.
He almost killed himself, for fuck's sake. Does this mean nothing to some people? I don't know about you, but I prefer my musicians (and artists in general) alive, thank you very much, and if their music isn't to your taste, then listen to something else. Listen to Bullets again, do whatever, just don't get out there and tell him that he should start drinking again, because the music was better. I mean, if nothing else, it's not like Gerard is alone in writing the songs for their albums -- the band does have four other members putting their shit in there.
This isn't the first time I've heard about shit like this. There's a story about a Swedish musician -- inspired by Bob Dylan and about as adored nationally -- who was an alcoholic for a long, long time, with the slurry singing and weird-ass lyrics you'd expect. He got clean, found Jesus, and wrote a new album. The diehards were, unsurprisingly, not as happy about this as you might think, so when he walked out on stage that first night, the idiots by the fence held up signs and shouted up at him, "START BOOZING AGAIN, MAN."
Just. No. No. There is nothing okay with that.
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angry - Music:My Chemical Romance - Cancer | Powered by Last.fm
The Chinese roomie. I know I should be patient, because I know the culture shock's gotta be pretty severe, and she doesn't know how to do certain things because she has never been taught, yada yada yada.
These are just snapshots. Every morning I walk into the kitchen, this is part of what I encounter. Everything looks deceptively clean, but then you look closer and you notice the potato peels hiding in the corners and the sticky surfaces on EVERYTHING. And then there is this:
( Pictures of my morning aneurysms, right here. )
Ugh. Roommates, man.
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bitchy
Third. I am really fucking angry about fucking Warner Bros. and their fucking youtube shenanigans. For those of you unaware, there is a shitload of their videos that cannot be seen outside of the US. And by outside of the US, Im not just talking about Asia and Europe, I'm talking fucking Canada, okay. Fucking CANADA. *seethes*
Anyway, this better fix itself right quick and proper. If it doesn't, there are angry mails to be written to WB asking what the fuck they think they're playing at. According to
What I don't get is where they came to the conclusion that this was a sound decision. What is in it for them? How do they make money on this? Is it a glitch? Is it some kind of bizarre feud going on between youtube and WB?
I don't know. Their site says nothing, which I didn't expect it to either. As far as I know, their channel on youtube says nothing either. Suddenly all their videos are just shut down -- "This video is not available in your country."
And let me tell you -- after going through the same shit with MTV.com I am less than amused by this crap.
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aggravated - Music:Everyone's a little bit racist - Avenue Q
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annoyed - Music:Desert Song - My Chemical Romance
( Watch me boggle. I'm sure it's amusing. )
Ugh, you know what, never mind. Make me happy again and play with me.
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confused as fuck - Music:Hallelujah - Paramore
Not of
The background is here. And is explained in more detail in this post. But teh stoopid really started here. The abuse of the CAPSLOCK button and the absolute void of logic astounds me. It's actually sort of funny, in a pathetic kind of way, and a part of me cannot believe that this person is for real.
My reaction to posts like these are very simple. I don't care if somebody has a diverse opinion to me - I might discuss it, ask where they're coming from, but I don't take it as a personal insult. I don't mind typos, I make a fair number of them myself, mostly it's because a) I'm tired, or b) my fingers slipped. But I am of the somewhat reactionary opinion that unless you know how to spell I will not take that comment in any higher regard, no matter how many exclamation points you use. And I don't care if English is not your first language - I'm Swedish myself, and I don't think this is an excuse, especially not if we're talking fiction. Many people thinks this makes me a bitch, and they would be right. I can be a very nice person, but even I am allowed to bitch and I feel that I am entitled to enjoy a well-written argument, fic or comment rather than being submitted to one that makes my eyes bleed and makes me despair for the educational system in general.
Wow. I didn't mean for that to turn out into some kind of mini-rant, but that's language for you. I am a linguistic snob; I can only barely condone netspeak and only for amusement or sarcasm. I have issues there. Not-Bob just sparked the fuse. Because honestly. And I can't stand Mary Sues either - I guess I'm just a horrible person.
All in all, the stupid broke my brain to bits and made me stare mutely at the screen while I tried to figure out what the hell this was about. I'm thinking about suing. No really.
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bitchy - Music:Because I want you - Placebo
Been visiting youtube.com recently? These past two weeks or so, I've been having much fun with finding as much stand-up comedy as I possibly can. I have seen Eddie Izzard, Robin Williams and a whole bunch of Swedish comedians as well (of which I have to say that Magnus Betnér is probably the funniest Swedish comedian out there today, with Johan Glans as a close second). Right now, I'm amusing myself with George Carlin (which you can probably tell, because I've officially adapted his speaking pattern), but that's besides the point.
The point here is the comments. Oh, holy mother of Christ. I beg your pardon, but what is it with stand-up comedy that makes the commenters behave like flaming dipshits? Half of them cannot spell, and half of them doesn't give a shit about the feed they've just seen. Now, George Carlin isn't exactly the nicest among men - he's rude, crude, at many times disgusting, but in my (and many others) point of view, he's still pretty funny. One person (male, female, I have no idea) disagreed, and said so. This was the response, and I quote:
""I had to stop under 2 minutes" HA! WHAT A FAGGOT! This is why you guys caved in both world wars, cause you're pussies. Keep watching "Taxi" you shit eating panzy."
I think the guy who thought Carlin was an "arse" was French, hence the WW comment above. (Which could lead me into a whole other rant about Americans and the French, but I'll save that for another day.) Also, WTF is a panzy, you uneducated fuckwad?
Jesus Christ.
I can't stand George Carlin, Dave Chapelle/Richard Pryor/Ray Romano is so much better. Well, if you don't like the man, don't watch all seven parts! George Carlin ruulz! Anyone with a different opinion SUCKS! If you cannot watch a stand-up number without getting offended by and lashing out at someone with a differing opinion, I think you need a reality check. Right. Fucking. Now.
The comments section has a purpose, which generally can be said to give the person who downloaded the video some sort of feedback, even if it is something as simple as "Oh, yes, I quite liked that, thank you, give us some more, please." It is not - and I repeat: NOT - the place for some sort of digitalized argument. People who feels the need to make replies like the one above needs to step away from the keyboard and go do something productive, real fast.
Seriously, things like this gets on my last nerve. It's like there's suddenly two camps - the ones who loves the show, and the ones who hate it. I don't mind that. But there really is no need to start insulting people in the comments section. Save that for some other place. Or even better, don't lower yourself to their level.
Ah. Well, now that's off my chest. I'm still sick, still feel like hot crap on wheels, but at least I'm not as pissed off anymore. Always something, eh? I think my tolerance level of stupidity lowers as my temperature goes up, honestly... not that I "suffer fools gladly" when I'm not sick either, but that's beside the point.
Bleh. I hate being sick.
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irritated - Music:I don't feel like dancing - Scissor Sisters
Oh dear.
I posted a rant on
fanficrants an hour, maybe two, ago and obviously I touched some kind of nerve. Admittedly I could have expressed myself better, but now I know what to avoid until next time, right?
What really fascinated me was the responses I got. My mailbox was flooded for the first time ever since I blocked fanfiction.net's messages about new chapters. Holy crap. I spent the past hour trying to explain where this rant came from to all and fucking sundry, just so this wouldn't get completely out of hand. Geez. *wipes sweat off forehead*
Burning subject, mpreg is, obviously.
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exhausted - Music:T.V. Eye - Ewan McGregor, Velvet Goldmine soundtrack
Since I posted my HP ship list earlier today, I've been tinkering around Fictionalley, checking out other ships (besides my regulars) that seems interesting. But then I decided to check out the cookie jar on HMS Orange Crush and other things like that, and found a list of really bad excuses not to ship H/G. It seems that people claim that Harry and Ginny's relationship came out of the blue and that there was no foreshadowing or anything, among a lot of other more or less silly excuses. I laughed at most of it (because, really, durrr) but it kinda got me thinking.
You already know where I stand with RL/NT, and how incomprehensible I think that particular ship is, be it canon or not. Many of my reasons for not liking this particular ship is uncomfortably close to many of the reasons as to why people ship H/G. So, I went through the list of more or less confirmed ships in my head and my responses to them.
I've been a shipper of Ron/Hermione since the beginning. It's a reason the ship motto is "We believe in trees", because their attraction and love for each other is just that obvious and has always been. Harry/Ginny has been on my mind forever, I wanted Harry to ask Ginny to the Yule Ball long before Ron suggested/ordered it. Bill/Fleur was a little bit of a surprise, but thinking about it for a few moments, I could see why JKR would decide to do this, even if I would rather have seen Tonks as Bill's fiancée, but no matter. All of these ships had foreshadowing, just take the calculating look that Fleur bestows Bill in GoF, for instance.
Remus/Tonks? Came out of nowhere. I couldn't see it. I mean, before HBP I couldn't see a single instance where JKR hinted that a Remus/Tonks pairing could be a possibility, and I've read the books - all books - more than once. I mean, I'm sure that she had her reasons and I'm sure that there's probably some hints hidden here and there, but I just can't see them. Not even now that I know what I'm looking for. Where is it?
Every single other pairing in that book I can on some level understand, even if it may not be what I would have picked. But when I read HBP for the first time, I read the last chapters with a feeling of "WTF is going on here? Tonks throwing herself at Remus? Where did that come from?" I read it and thought, "No! Bill, Charlie, Hestia, whoever, but not Remus!" And this wasn't because I wanted Remus/Sirius 4evah OMGslashylove! but because I just didn't see the match. I didn't become a Wolfstar shipper until a year later, and still RL/NT was incomprehensible to me. And when Remus was holding her hand in the end I just felt "No. Nooooo. Nononono. Remus, you are not that stupid. Let go of the jailbait!" Because she is more than ten years younger than he is (Remus was born in 1959, and Tonks in 1973; she was in the same year as Charlie Weasley.)
And even if I had objected on purely ship-based arguments, I could still have approved after ranting about it for a while. I mean, Remus does deserve to be happy, and if Nymphadora Tonks is the way to go, then so be it. Just because he's now with Tonks it does not negate any relationship he might have had with Sirius Black. There is such a thing as bisexual, after all. And I like Remus, I like him a lot (along with most of the fandom out there, because Remus is a very lovable guy), and I like Tonks as well. Just. Not. Together. Please?
Urgh. I feel like I need someone to explain this to me, but I don't know if I dare to go over to HMS Wotcher Wolvie on Fictionalley. First of all, they'll be unbearably smug, since it's pretty certain that it's canon now, and second, I'm not sure I want to be convinced. Ever.
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moody - Music:L O V E - Nat King Cole
Nevertheless, I know a little about politics - and I'm not being modest, the emphasis is on "little" here. My teachers were very into it (they even took us to see Farenheit 9/11, how cool is that?) and we got to read a lot about the War Against Terrorism(tm) and the Bush administration. And on that subject, I think I've read every Michael Moore book ever written, even if I took it with a grain of salt. But nevermind, I think this rant had a point...
Oh, yes. So Bush is a little rodent permanently stuck in Daddy's shadow, whatever. I want to say that the guy is probably too stupid to be a real threat, but hey... he managed to blow Iraq all to hell, so who knows what the little pest manages to do next? Now I don't want to be offensive (except to George W. Bush, 'cause him I could care less about) but every time I read about the stupid shit that that administration manages to pull I get Germany in the 1930's stuck in my brain.
Remember Hitler? I'm not comparing Bush to Hitler, I'm really not, but the political situation is eerily similar. In the 1920's and the 1930's Germany was a mess. People were poor and miserable, and Hitler and his boys used that fact to their advantage. Things went wrong? Blame the jews! (A little like America in the - what was it? - 1950's (?) with the communists.) Xenophobia and paranoia was thriving, yes? So after a little trial and error Adolf got to the power, was only ment to stay there for a little while, but then BAM! shit happens and all of a sudden there's an emergency of state and by demand of the people Adolf has all the power in the land in his puny little hand. What followed is history. I'm a little scared that this is what the Bush people are going to do. I'm not saying that it's going to happen, but the possibility is there. Emergency of state, perhaps a new terror act, and then there's Bush, firmly planted in the White House with his entire posse surrounding him for life. Scary.
Of course, I think that people are a tad bit smarter today than they were some seventy odd years ago, but still... Jesus, I don't know. People can be pretty dumb, y'know, and let's face it, we want to believe that our leaders can make things better - we know they're only people, just like us, but that doesn't stop us from wanting them to fix things. We can't do it ourselves, so we choose them to take care of it for us, and even if we know, somewhere deep down, that they are incompetent bastards, we still want to believe that what they tell us is the truth. We want it to be better. And there is the American dream, right? Cosy little house with a white picket fence, two cars and a TV in every room? Yappin' dog in the yard and 2.4 children? Or even better - go to the US, go to LA, and hey, presto, you're a star! The land of dreams and all that rot. Who doesn't want to believe in the easy life? The truth is that both Daddy and Mommy Suburbia probably has two jobs (or Daddy has a steady job at Enron, and has made it his hobby to screw over the IRS) to keep their white picket fence. The truth is that if you go to LA, you probably end up either A) a cabdriver, B) a stripper, C) addicted to drugs or D) mugged/raped/very much dead.
Right. I've got nothing more to say. End rant. Seeing as I'm terrific at saying things that can be taken the wrong way, I suppose I've offended somebody, but you know what? I don't much give a damn at this point. I think I'll let Eric Idle speak with his FCC song, thankyouverymuch...
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worried - Music:The FCC Song - Eric Idle
This is not going to be about bad!fic. On the contrary, this is going to concern a woman named Robin Hobb. Don't know if you guys has seen it, but a while back she posted a rant concerning fanfiction. Her opinion: EVIL. I read this and I felt like I was, yet again, reading
Basically, Robin Hobb is driven insane by fanfiction. She hates it with a fiery passion. Feels she is being violated, like her characters are being violated, and effectively condemns everything that fanfiction is. Thinks that fanfiction is an affront to 'original' literature. Feels it 'destroys' the world that she has worked her ass off to build.
I guess I can relate. But let me give you my take on it.
Grow up.
( To elaborate... )
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