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So here's a basic relationship update(since Alan is kinda the biggest deal in my life right now) and one of my current favorite things.

So yeah, that robot from the future I was dating? Best deal ever. We get along so fabulously it hardly even makes sense to me. We're awesome friends and perfect partners. He's vaguely dyslexic, has an adorable cheesy sense of humor, and is a sociopath in the literal sense of the word. He's so awkward at first blush because he doesn't understand social mores, and until recently honestly didn't care about them. I had to explain to the dear various methods of being polite and why you have to shower more often than "when you're really dirty".

"Because people don't like the way sweat and skin smell."
"I don't mind. I kinda like it."
"Yes, but see, people make assumptions about you if they think you smell sweaty and gross."
"...Huh? Why?"

He HONESTLY didn't believe that people made deep, lasting assumptions based on first impressions, because HE doesn't. It's amazing. He came across like a robot because he is the most honest, genuine, true-seeing person I've ever met. He just needs a little guidance sometime to navigate the rest of the world full of jerks. I love 'im. <3

Anyway, one of our current favorite things is this song:

Ho. Lee. Shit.

Lookit me. I'm back online. With my own computer and everything.

Also engaged, hopefully to be married next year. (Fuck you California, it still says F on my license so you have to do it). So yeah. I was homeless for a while and now I only sort of am, but most importantly I HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET FUCKYEAH.

Well fuck.

Reading the cracked.com forum, and.... god damn, I think I am accidentally a hipster.

You&apos;re the Tortured Intellectual!
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>
You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you're coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You're obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.

Someone posted the quiz.

I didn't mean it, I swear.

Star Trek

Woah, I haven't been on in a long time. My apologies, and whatnot - a lot going on in my life, though maybe for once when I say that it's more good than bad.

BUT YEAH ANYWAY, whenever I partake of some particularly good entertainment, I have to write about it or it wiggles around in my brain. So brace yourself for my rambling about the sheer, somewhat unexpected awesomeness that was the new Star Trek movie. Oh and slash. Because I'm a whore.

Cut for people who intend to see the movie and have not read a single spoiler or even the cast list. I know, probably none of you, but I don't want to even risk spoiling the surprise.Collapse )

So yeah, it was pretty much the most touching and circuitous love story ever in addition to be awesome and oh-so Star Trek.

And for your viewing pleasure, the original Spock-learning-to-feel video, which oddly enough is almost the most important part of the new movie:

And because it's hella fun, the infamous back rub. I'm embedding the version where someone edited in the sound of a record scratch when he cuts off mid "Spoc-". Because I always imagined it anyway. X3

Sunday morning is the most depressing time on TV.

The television in the kitchen is up on top of the fridge, so it's much easier for me to just listen to whatever's on it than change it while I'm making a cup of coffee. (I am short. The fridge is tall.)

As I'm adding cream, it switches from news to a little old man in a goofy robe. This is a bad sign, but I sort of wanted to listen to what he had to say. The topic of the day is Culture War, which is coming up in sociology and I thought I could perhaps use it as an example in our next class discussion.

The speech starts out interestingly enough - he mentions changing meanings of words, and semantics, such as past wars beginning when groups have been legally declared "not persons". He mentions 1984. Is this going to be actually intelligent?

And then he brings up another changing word: Tolerance. In its original, uncorrupted form, he says, it means that people of class graciously put up with the existence of people different from themselves.

NOW, he says, horror of horror, the word has been corrupted to the point where people think that you're actually supposed to accept other people's cultures as being *just as valid as yours*. OH MY GOD IT'S TERRIBLE THEY ARE ACTUALLY TEACHING THIS TO OUR CHILDREN IN OUR SCHOOLS.

And the old man freaks out about what a terrible oppression it is to be expected to respect people who are, and I quote, "no better than alley cats" as equals.

The irony of his original mentions of the Nazi supreme court and the Dredd-Scott case burns SO MUCH.

I mean... Yes. You don't have to accept everything that every single person does as correct. But you have to start your thinking on that grounds, and then make rational analysis. For example, the fact that I thought this preacher might, just this once, have something interesting to say before his actions outed him as crazy. -_-
I have here a drink that is totally fucking with my senses.

It is supposed to be flavored water, but it doesn't taste like anything. It tastes like... well, water. And if you open the cap and smell it, it doesn't smell like anything. What it does, however, is... somehow make you smell with your sense of taste. You take a sip, and you smell fruitiness. But you... like... smell it in your mouth. I swear to god if I could give each and every one of you a taste of this sorcery right now I would. It's nuts.

I had something similar a while back, only more terrible: It was tea that tasted like the smell of pipe tobacco. Which is cool, I like the smell of pipe tobacco, the only problem was that the *tea* tasted like shit.

In other news, my knowledge of philosophy is interfering with my ability to have a normal conversation. Alan was taking a nap at my house this morning, and when I woke him up he said "Wait... am I awake now?" I almost, *almost* launched into Descartes. And when Dad asked me about Watchmen, I described Rorschach as "kind of a violent Greek Cynic. Like Diogenes who will kick your ass".

James Joyce

James Joyce, you dirty, dirty bastard.

I'll have the link up until it gets taken down by his decedents like the rest have been - then I'll post it from the .doc file I made.

They're letters (VERY NSFW letters) to his girlfriend/wife, and despite being crazy as hell, they're still.... romantic. In their way.

Poking at a delicate subject.

I wanted to try and make this count for a Lane's 30 Second Opinion, but I probably won't be able to make it that short.

I'm fond of kids movies when they're done right... but the lack of ones "done right" recently have kept me from actually seeking out ones that are in the works. But hell, The Princess and the Frog, on the surface, looks really cool. Come on! "Disney is doing another hand-drawn movie! Sweet!" you think.

Until you see how much asshattery has been circling around it. Here's the premise: In 1920s New Orleans, a prince visiting from a little European country for the jazz scene is turned into a frog by a malevolent voodoo practitioner. Knowing this story, the prince finds a beautiful girl(who - oshit - is black) to kiss him. Instead of turning him back, she turns into a frog as well and they set off with an adorable cast of animals to find the ancient priestess in the swamps to get her to help them.

I'm totally into this. 1920s? Jazz? Old-school New Orleans? FUCK YEAH. I was so psyched that I didn't even realize there was probably a shitstorm going around about the black girl. I'll give a quick rundown of the problems people had with the movie.

1) The original title was The Frog Princess. I personally think that sounds better, but people's reaction was "So you have a movie about the French Quarter and you're referring to the main character as a FROG? That is so insensitive to the French!" It sounded like a stretch to me too, but apparently there were enough complaints to make them change the title.

2) European prince. That means that the inevitable happy ending WILL HAVE THE BLACK GIRL MARRYING A WHITE BOY. Oh shit everyone, we can't have interracial couples in a kids movie! We're still recovering from when they did it on Star Trek!

3 and 4) I'm combining her name and her job into one. Originally, the character's name was Maddy - short for Madeline - and she was a chambermaid until she set off on her grand adventure. Oh. My. God. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU CAN'T CAST A BLACK CHARACTER AS A MAID. This was actually a huge, pervasive complaint. Cinderella can scrub floors and cry about it, but a black girl can't be gainfully employed as domestic help in the 1920s because it's too demeaning. Also, the name Maddy? THAT NAME IS WAY TOO BLACK. Disney's response to the bitching was, clearly, to change the whole damn thing. The character is now "Princess Tiana". What the fuck is that?! For one, how the hell are they going to work a sterotypical-Disney-gown-wearing princess into a charming and evocative 20s New Orleans? They're not, that's how. I suspect there will be bullshit.

Let me take a moment to soapbox. The solution to social problems is not to violently pretend they didn't happen. This shouldn't even be about that. Having a character start out as an average chambermaid and journey her way to fame and love and riches is not a bad thing. Making the black girl lower class with a common name is not a snickeringly racist gesture. It is the setting up of a good story. In that place, at that time, a 19 year old black girl would probably have been a maid. You can't make that go away by refusing to suggest it in a movie. And by letting her STAY a maid, she would have room to grow, to prove herself, to show that she's more than her circumstances. Hell, she could have even earned the name "Tiana" by the end - have it be an old family name, or a word of power bestowed upon her by magic for her hard work or something. What we're probably going to get now is the world's flattest character because any character growth whatsoever would offend someone somewhere.

Good job, Disney. You should have stood your ground. The original idea was ballsy and awesome.

(Okay, I'm ready for people to get pissed now. To avoid having to say it later... no, I'm not black. I don't know what it's like - to be black, that is, not to be a minority. But I do know silliness when I see it.)

And on a much lighter note-

I think I'm going to start some sort of weekly "Lane's 30 second opinions" feature. I have one on Intelligent Design already thanks to Philosophy class, and I've always thought that the more brief you can be describing your thoughts the better a grip you have on them. But anywhoo, that's not what I'm posting about right this second. Right this second, I'm a cheerful dork with a camera phone who actually becomes more fond of his boyfriend the more time he spends with him.

His dog's name is Hera, and she is a goofy looking little creature.

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