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some rants and stuff
Jul. 24th, 2005 03:51 pmOk, cicadas droning softly at dusk when the light is blue and the fireflies are out and the air is cool is kind of nice. Cicadas SCREAMING THEIR TINY HEADS OFF when it's hot and bright out and the air smells like baking bread...creepy. I keep getting the feeling there's going to be a huge drought or a nuclear war.
These bugs stay seven years under the ground. Seven years. Doing nothing. Then they come out and DEATH RATTLE. And they're fucking BIG. Pretty, but...really big, bigger than a bug should be. There should be a monster movie about cicadas. Giant, mutated cicadas. Or just normal cicadas, because they're freaky little things anyway. My God.
Things my mom thinks that I don't agree with:
1. "You're not going anywhere in those wrinkly clothes." Who the fuck cares? They're nice pants even if they're a little wrinkled. This is the woman who lets me wear seriously clashing prints that used to send my dad into a tizzy. "You're not letting her go to school with flower pants and a shirt with little bubbles on it!" Oh yes she is, and I was six at the time. I still see absolutely nothing wrong with pairing prints, or stripes and checks, or whatever patterns you feel like. Anyway, it's not like we're going to the Oscars or a fashion show or something, we're going to Royal Oak to get free food from people who want to sell us overpriced housing.
2. "If you talk to someone on the phone for more than fifteen minutes, you're probably going out with them." Huh? Wha? Whih? I know this is probably a holdover on Mom's part from when Tammy used to call me and talk my ear off for three solid hours every day...but some things do not hold over. God forbid she finds out how much I talk to people on IM (when I do have IM), she'd think I have a regular fucking harem. (This should not dissuade people from calling, because I like talking to people. Makes me happy. Mom will just have to deal with my imaginary Platonic seraglio.)
3. "The floor needs to be vacuumed every single day." This never used to be true. She would vacuum every couple of weeks and be done with it. Now she actually does make me vacuum every day. I don't mind the vacuuming itself, the frequency just surprises me. Is the floor somehow becoming dirtier as time goes on? Does she just want to give me more things to do?
4. "Everyone should wake up at seven in the morning, otherwise you're wasting the day." For some reason, Mom believes that everyone in the world goes to sleep at exactly eleven P.M., and does not grasp the fact that some people have different sleeping schedules and still need eight hours of sleep a day. From my point of view, she is wasting an entire night because she doesn't stay up until 4 A.M., but I don't nag her about it.
There's more of this, but I have to go to work soon. It seems as though everyone I know over 40 is crazy. Don't turn 40, please.
Anyway, we were originally going to go to Mom's new Unitarian church (another thing we disagree on is whether Rachel needs spiritual nourishment, I get that from Cthulhu and rock-n-roll Tarot cards, thank you), but I think someone turned off my alarm clock. I know I set it, but...well, whatever.
Instead, we went to Royal Oak to the grand opening of some new lofts. They were having a free food party. You had to take a tour of a loft (trendy and ugly and not home-like at all) and listen to a little spiel on how the Main Street Lofts were going to revitalize the crumbling infrastructure of the downtown. Puh-leeze. The train tracks are right next to the lofts, and the trains are very very loud. Trendy yuppie families will move in and then move out fast, prices will go down, and the lofts will become a slum for middle-class punk brats who get kicked out of their parents' houses and think it's really cool to live right near Noir Leather. Royal Oak will turn back into the punk paradise it used to be. This is what I am hoping.
Words I have started using:
"Nifty." From![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nyghtshayde, who uses it a lot. Used for things that are actually nifty, such as small gadgets or clever ideas.
"Groovy." Not only from "Evil Dead," but also fromghostgecko, who uses it a lot. Used for things for which the word "cool" is simply not sufficient.
"Aces." I have no idea. This just slipped out a couple times, and I have no idea where I got it from. Used for things which are only mildly groovy.
If I ever start saying "Spiffy," please shoot me in the head. Thank you.
These bugs stay seven years under the ground. Seven years. Doing nothing. Then they come out and DEATH RATTLE. And they're fucking BIG. Pretty, but...really big, bigger than a bug should be. There should be a monster movie about cicadas. Giant, mutated cicadas. Or just normal cicadas, because they're freaky little things anyway. My God.
Things my mom thinks that I don't agree with:
1. "You're not going anywhere in those wrinkly clothes." Who the fuck cares? They're nice pants even if they're a little wrinkled. This is the woman who lets me wear seriously clashing prints that used to send my dad into a tizzy. "You're not letting her go to school with flower pants and a shirt with little bubbles on it!" Oh yes she is, and I was six at the time. I still see absolutely nothing wrong with pairing prints, or stripes and checks, or whatever patterns you feel like. Anyway, it's not like we're going to the Oscars or a fashion show or something, we're going to Royal Oak to get free food from people who want to sell us overpriced housing.
2. "If you talk to someone on the phone for more than fifteen minutes, you're probably going out with them." Huh? Wha? Whih? I know this is probably a holdover on Mom's part from when Tammy used to call me and talk my ear off for three solid hours every day...but some things do not hold over. God forbid she finds out how much I talk to people on IM (when I do have IM), she'd think I have a regular fucking harem. (This should not dissuade people from calling, because I like talking to people. Makes me happy. Mom will just have to deal with my imaginary Platonic seraglio.)
3. "The floor needs to be vacuumed every single day." This never used to be true. She would vacuum every couple of weeks and be done with it. Now she actually does make me vacuum every day. I don't mind the vacuuming itself, the frequency just surprises me. Is the floor somehow becoming dirtier as time goes on? Does she just want to give me more things to do?
4. "Everyone should wake up at seven in the morning, otherwise you're wasting the day." For some reason, Mom believes that everyone in the world goes to sleep at exactly eleven P.M., and does not grasp the fact that some people have different sleeping schedules and still need eight hours of sleep a day. From my point of view, she is wasting an entire night because she doesn't stay up until 4 A.M., but I don't nag her about it.
There's more of this, but I have to go to work soon. It seems as though everyone I know over 40 is crazy. Don't turn 40, please.
Anyway, we were originally going to go to Mom's new Unitarian church (another thing we disagree on is whether Rachel needs spiritual nourishment, I get that from Cthulhu and rock-n-roll Tarot cards, thank you), but I think someone turned off my alarm clock. I know I set it, but...well, whatever.
Instead, we went to Royal Oak to the grand opening of some new lofts. They were having a free food party. You had to take a tour of a loft (trendy and ugly and not home-like at all) and listen to a little spiel on how the Main Street Lofts were going to revitalize the crumbling infrastructure of the downtown. Puh-leeze. The train tracks are right next to the lofts, and the trains are very very loud. Trendy yuppie families will move in and then move out fast, prices will go down, and the lofts will become a slum for middle-class punk brats who get kicked out of their parents' houses and think it's really cool to live right near Noir Leather. Royal Oak will turn back into the punk paradise it used to be. This is what I am hoping.
Words I have started using:
"Nifty." From
nyghtshayde, who uses it a lot. Used for things that are actually nifty, such as small gadgets or clever ideas. "Groovy." Not only from "Evil Dead," but also from
ghostgecko, who uses it a lot. Used for things for which the word "cool" is simply not sufficient. "Aces." I have no idea. This just slipped out a couple times, and I have no idea where I got it from. Used for things which are only mildly groovy.
If I ever start saying "Spiffy," please shoot me in the head. Thank you.
