drunk post!
Apr. 24th, 2005 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I hope you will excuse me if I am a little unclear right now, for I am just the tiniest bit ferschnikt at the moment. (That is Yiddish for "drunk", you see.) Passover is the only time I allow myself to have alcohol, and that for me is how this night is different from any other night. It is in the Haggadah that you have to drink four cups of wine during the seder. I do not drink four cups of wine, because that is too much for me even with Maneshevitz, which is basically slightly fermented grape juice anyway. No, I had rose-flavored liqueur, courtesy of my Uncle Gary and Dad's permission, for I am eighteen! I do not usually drink because I think it would be hard to read the little numbers on your d20 when you are drunk and also I don't get invited to those kinds of parties. I only had a little of the rose-flavored liqueur, because I am not used to liquor. It was very sweet, and was good for a few sips until it tasted bad. It tasted like perfume. I like the taste of rose. I also had a sip of white wine, which tasted absolutely disgusting, like rotten fruit and moldy bread. And also some red wine, which was disgusting but bearable. I prefer Maneshevitz because it goes well with peanut butter. Also, apparently absinthe doesn't taste like licorice at all, and is hallucogenic unless you melt a sugar cube in it or something. Not that I have tried it, because Gary, despite his impressive wet bar, doesn't have absinthe. He just told me about it. He does have a three-gallon bottle of Chivas which he is somewhat bemused by.
I love Passover. I'm not religious because I have a highly developed sense of perspective. I'm not sure what that means, but my brain is telling me it is both deep and correct. But I am culturally Jewish. Mom would get pissed off for me saying that, because she doesn't think that Judaism is an ethnicity and that I should be more Polish. Whatever. I feel comfortable being culturally Jewish. I'm good at it. I feel like an outsider everywhere else, no matter how inside I am. When I'm in temple on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur, I don't feel like that. I am just another person standing up in the crowd. It's an interesting feeling and one I don't care to experience too often, but it's nice for the hour that it lasts. And when I'm reading the Seder...I belong reading the Seder. I more belong reading the Seder than almost anybody else in the room did that read from the Seder besides Uncle Gary. I hyperbelong.
I figured out when I was conceived. November 9th, 1985. Nine months normal and I was two weeks late, so I am sure you can figure out when I was actually born, and if you can't, it is on my info screen.
I am watching a movie on some girl channel right now because "Futurama" is over. It stars Michael J. Fox. It is not "Back to the Future", which is a shame. Dang, he is cute in a really nonthreatening, girly way. I think I would feel comfortable tying him up and pouring Maneshevitz on his face. Nothing else, just doing that and then leaving. He has just discovered that the older lady he was sleeping with is actually his aunt. Do all of his characters fuck their relatives or what? It also has bad '80s emo-synth. I think all bad '80s emo-synth should be replaced with xylophone music. OH GOD THIS IS REALLY SICKENING. Or that might be the liquor. Oh, and everyone is perfectly fine with the fact that he is fucking his aunt. The executive person who is his uncle wants him to fuck his aunt so that he can fuck someone else. This is a movie about stereotyped corporate people and it was made and set in the 1980s. '80s people were really fucked up, I think. Oh, and now they are using the "Oh yeaaaaah" bass/drum machine music from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" for the big "people have sex with the wrong people and it's funny!" scene. That's called a "bedroom farce" or something, isn't it? Whenever I hear this music I can't help but imagine the principal sneaking around a muddy yard with Gummi Bears stuck to his face.
I was going somewhere with his post.
Oh yes.
My dad is getting married to his girlfriend on May 7th. He just told me today. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I think I'm rather apathetic about it. I am more angry because of the house. We are moving, you see, and our house at the moment is empty. The house on the lake is full of things. We went to it today. Darlene is decorating everything. I can't put my posters on the wall because she's already arranged for some crappy beach pictures that I was not consulted about. Brian gets pictures of Looney Tunes done in the style of various artists. We had a row about this.
Me: "Hey, is that Marvin the Martian in a "Starry Night" pastiche?"
Dad: "Yes it is."
Me: "Can I put it in my room?"
Dad: "No. It is going in Brian's room."
Brian: "I don't want it."
Me: "Ok. Can I have it?"
Brian: "Sure!"
Dad: "No."
Me: "Why not?"
Dad: "Because it is going in Brian's room."
Me: "He just said he didn't want it."
Brian: "I don't want it. Rachel can have it."
Dad: "It's not going in Rachel's room! It's my picture and I say it's going in Brian's room!"
Brian: "BUT I DON'T WANT IT."
Brian and I also want to trade rooms but Dad will not let us. I do not know how he decided on which rooms we got, because he did not consult us about that either.
I've written more fanfic. Here it is: Days Of Future Passed. I'm not sure how much I really like it. It's for
contrelamontre, and so I had a deadline. The thing is that I am not sure where I was going with it like I was with "My Science Fiction Twin", which was quite good. This one is A) named after a Moody Blues album because I couldn't think of a name instead of being based on a song, B) kind of piecework because I wrote a couple of vignettes and then tried to write a framework around it instead of thinking of the vignettes first and then writing them naturally into the story, and C) written in fits under a time constraint instead of in one night under a time constraint. Also I couldn't think of an ending. The problem is that I don't know how to fix it and I don't really want to take the time to fix this particular one because I have a much better idea for fanfic that I'm rather excited about writing, and I want to hurry up and write it as soon as possible. But before that one, I have a smaller idea that is a crossover that might suck or it might not and I'm going to try writing it tonight and see, because the rose liqueur, which I am still buzzing off, may dull my shame. This may be another extension of my "sex = writing" metaphor. The one-night stand!
Question for all the artists, critics, and opinions out there:
Which is preferable:
A) A good idea with terrible execution
or
B) A bad idea with really good execution?
In kind-of-related news, I believe I have hit rock-bottom in a fanfic sense. I want to write RPS for celebrity sockpuppets, despite the fact that one week ago I had never even heard of James Spader, and I still am not entirely sure who he is, like, in real life. I think I probably like his sockpuppet better.
ETA: WTF friendspage is showing rectangles only. RACHEL ANGRY. No doubt this is because of Dad's slow-ass computer. Oh well, I need to get some sleep anyway. I miss you all and will see you in a couple days.
I love Passover. I'm not religious because I have a highly developed sense of perspective. I'm not sure what that means, but my brain is telling me it is both deep and correct. But I am culturally Jewish. Mom would get pissed off for me saying that, because she doesn't think that Judaism is an ethnicity and that I should be more Polish. Whatever. I feel comfortable being culturally Jewish. I'm good at it. I feel like an outsider everywhere else, no matter how inside I am. When I'm in temple on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur, I don't feel like that. I am just another person standing up in the crowd. It's an interesting feeling and one I don't care to experience too often, but it's nice for the hour that it lasts. And when I'm reading the Seder...I belong reading the Seder. I more belong reading the Seder than almost anybody else in the room did that read from the Seder besides Uncle Gary. I hyperbelong.
I figured out when I was conceived. November 9th, 1985. Nine months normal and I was two weeks late, so I am sure you can figure out when I was actually born, and if you can't, it is on my info screen.
I am watching a movie on some girl channel right now because "Futurama" is over. It stars Michael J. Fox. It is not "Back to the Future", which is a shame. Dang, he is cute in a really nonthreatening, girly way. I think I would feel comfortable tying him up and pouring Maneshevitz on his face. Nothing else, just doing that and then leaving. He has just discovered that the older lady he was sleeping with is actually his aunt. Do all of his characters fuck their relatives or what? It also has bad '80s emo-synth. I think all bad '80s emo-synth should be replaced with xylophone music. OH GOD THIS IS REALLY SICKENING. Or that might be the liquor. Oh, and everyone is perfectly fine with the fact that he is fucking his aunt. The executive person who is his uncle wants him to fuck his aunt so that he can fuck someone else. This is a movie about stereotyped corporate people and it was made and set in the 1980s. '80s people were really fucked up, I think. Oh, and now they are using the "Oh yeaaaaah" bass/drum machine music from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" for the big "people have sex with the wrong people and it's funny!" scene. That's called a "bedroom farce" or something, isn't it? Whenever I hear this music I can't help but imagine the principal sneaking around a muddy yard with Gummi Bears stuck to his face.
I was going somewhere with his post.
Oh yes.
My dad is getting married to his girlfriend on May 7th. He just told me today. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I think I'm rather apathetic about it. I am more angry because of the house. We are moving, you see, and our house at the moment is empty. The house on the lake is full of things. We went to it today. Darlene is decorating everything. I can't put my posters on the wall because she's already arranged for some crappy beach pictures that I was not consulted about. Brian gets pictures of Looney Tunes done in the style of various artists. We had a row about this.
Me: "Hey, is that Marvin the Martian in a "Starry Night" pastiche?"
Dad: "Yes it is."
Me: "Can I put it in my room?"
Dad: "No. It is going in Brian's room."
Brian: "I don't want it."
Me: "Ok. Can I have it?"
Brian: "Sure!"
Dad: "No."
Me: "Why not?"
Dad: "Because it is going in Brian's room."
Me: "He just said he didn't want it."
Brian: "I don't want it. Rachel can have it."
Dad: "It's not going in Rachel's room! It's my picture and I say it's going in Brian's room!"
Brian: "BUT I DON'T WANT IT."
Brian and I also want to trade rooms but Dad will not let us. I do not know how he decided on which rooms we got, because he did not consult us about that either.
I've written more fanfic. Here it is: Days Of Future Passed. I'm not sure how much I really like it. It's for
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Question for all the artists, critics, and opinions out there:
Which is preferable:
A) A good idea with terrible execution
or
B) A bad idea with really good execution?
In kind-of-related news, I believe I have hit rock-bottom in a fanfic sense. I want to write RPS for celebrity sockpuppets, despite the fact that one week ago I had never even heard of James Spader, and I still am not entirely sure who he is, like, in real life. I think I probably like his sockpuppet better.
ETA: WTF friendspage is showing rectangles only. RACHEL ANGRY. No doubt this is because of Dad's slow-ass computer. Oh well, I need to get some sleep anyway. I miss you all and will see you in a couple days.
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Date: 2005-04-24 06:14 am (UTC)Also, apparently absinthe doesn't taste like licorice at all, and is hallucogenic unless you melt a sugar cube in it or something.
Actually, absinthe is hallucinoginic even if you melt a sugar cube in it, tastes violently of licorice, but, if you order the really good brands from overseas--like Czechoslovakia or Poland--you really, really don't mind. ;)
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Date: 2005-04-25 03:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-24 06:33 am (UTC)Any movie scene that uses that song is guaranteed to be interesting.
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Date: 2005-04-26 03:41 am (UTC)Well now...
Date: 2005-04-24 07:32 am (UTC)You and I need to drink together. Seriously. Though if you're not sure about perfume-tasting alcohol, we might steer you clear of gin and tonics unless you're interested in a sip of mine to see if you like it. Gin is an acquired taste. I need to introduce you to some good white wines as those and blush wines tend to be my favorites. Red wines are too dry for my taste and make me make ugly scrunchy faces. There's one wine that I would love to introduce you to called Thirsty Lizard...it's an Australian shiraz. It's numminess in a bottle. And I've never had Manishevitz, but I've had Mogen David in several of it's flavors. Extremely sweet but tastes good for the first glass before it gets too cloying. And ew...wine with peanut butter? LOL
I am watching a movie on some girl channel right now because "Futurama" is over.
Secret of My Success...cute movie. One of Jeff's favorites. And no, she's not his biological aunt. Only an aunt by marriage. So it's safe. LOL
My dad is getting married to his girlfriend on May 7th. He just told me today. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
*huggles* for the family upheaval type stuff. That's never fun. Even though you can't decorate your way, you still need to send me the address so that I can send you cards while you're home for the summer.
that one week ago I had never even heard of James Spader
Mmm...James Spader...
I miss you all and will see you in a couple days.
I can't speak for everyone else, but I miss the hell out of you, hon. Take care and enjoy the rest of your holiday with the folks. Loving you muchly!!!!!! *more hugs*
Re: Well now...
Date: 2005-04-25 04:49 pm (UTC)And I will see you online tonight...hopefully...finally got my new address too. Yay for that.
Re: Well now...
Date: 2005-04-25 06:43 pm (UTC)Woot for tonight! I will be here after gaming as usual. And yay for the address even though your father and his girlfriend aren't letting you decorate your own room your way. :(
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Date: 2005-04-24 02:28 pm (UTC)or
B) A bad idea with really good execution?
A) Obnoxious to read, mainly because you feel its a lost oppurtunity. I suppose you can always steal the idea and rewrite it better than the original author.
B) I've recently read several boring, predictable fics on skyehawke that are extremely painful despite the lovely, descriptive and grammatical writing. It's like opening a present wrapped in linen, with huge bows and bells to find a colorful box, opening it, rummaging through the tissue paper and finding it actually contains . . . nothing. All the good style in the world won't save a fic without a good core.
So I'll say A) is worse.
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:21 pm (UTC)I think "B" is the better option. Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction" is a good example, I think. Those were bad stories with bad characters who spoke bad dialogue, but it was done really, really well. If you can take a bad idea and get people to love it, you deserve some praise.
A good idea with a bad execution ends up like "The Matrix" series. People end up saying, "I wish it had gone differently." Better not to give your audience something that feels incomplete, as they will want to do it better than you did.
But, in the end, as long as you're having ideas, they're all worth it. That's what I think.
What are you up to this week? We should get coffee or something some afternoon, seeing as it's the last week of classes and I may never see you "live" ever again.
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Date: 2005-04-25 03:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-25 01:43 pm (UTC)Wednesday: 12:00 - 5:00 PM
Thursday: after 2:00 generally
Friday, Saturday, Sunday: free.
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Date: 2005-04-25 08:42 pm (UTC)My classes are all later. Perhaps Tuesday at 4 at the Kaya?
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