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Hope everyone is having/had/will have a good New Year's Eve.

The end comes not with a whimper but a bang and the beginning is not so much an event but a continuum.

Yeah.

I'm just spiffing.

And another little something to cheer the spirits:
Israel rejects Gaza truce calls
and Israel rebuffs Gaza ceasefire calls.
(same thing, different sources, BBC and Al-Jazeera respectively)

I just love that you know.

We want peace.
So very, very much.
We're willing to do whatever it takes!
Except talk to "the enemy".

Great going.

Goodbye 2008.
Hello 2009.
See you on the flip side.
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Oh joy to the world!

I got myself a Hannukah miracle!

As you may know, not too long ago Frida died and I found myself laptop-less.

Well, no more!

Friends, Readers, Lurkers and Voyeurs!

I present you with...

Ursula, the laptop!

I hope she lasts a wee bit longer than Ms. Frida did.

I've just finished all the installations and such and am looking forward to actually working on it!
As Mr. Izzard would say:
"Oh, bravo"
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My head cold has broken me and I'm sitting here sipping tea.
Ah, well. Tomorrow is another day and it shall be made of coffee.

One of the things that have been on my mind lately is the forthcoming election - for those not in the local loop - Israel is going to have be voting for general elections in early 2009, these are going to be our 6th elections in 13 years.
Oh, no, we're so much better than the rest of the post-colonial countries of the Levant!
If my nose weren't so clogged my *snort* of utter derision would have probably been heard all the way to Beirut.

Any way.

The elections yes.
There are many problems, my biggest one is that I may have to go against my principals and vote for someone in order to prevent someone else from getting elected.

Tzipi Livni, current leader of the Centrist Kadima Party is not doing well in the poles. On any regular day this wouldn't bother me, since I have no great love for a former Likudnik or for a party made out of Ariel Sharon's own megalomania.
However, current poll leader seems to be the aforementioned Likud Party which is headed by Binyamin "Bibi" Netanyahu...
You cannot begin to understand how scary the thought of this man being back in the PM's office is.
Really, I'd rather have The Master.

A dilemma.

Do I cast my vote for the smaller party of my choice which actually holds onto values that I believe in (e.g. Meretz *sigh* or Hadash) or do I vote for Livni just to make myself feel better that my vote wasn't taken from her and gave victory to Bibi.

What's a Grrl to do?

What would you do?


Something else to think about:

In case you weren't aware, there is a group of young (18-19) Israeli Jewish conscientious objectors, known as The Shministim who refuse to be drafted into the IDF because of an ethical, moral and, yep, conscientious stance.
They are known as The Shministim (English and Hebrew websites) which is a Hebrew nick for High School seniors, and the Army drafts us right out of High School.
Tomorrow (December 18th) is the day of action.
Currently seven of this year's draftees have been charged with refusal to join the army and have been put in jail, some of them multiple times.
Press the links if you want to learn more about them, what they stand for and why it is important to support them.

Here they are, in their own words:

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My tolerance for people has never been particularly high. I'm very picky about the people I'm willing to be friends with and I unfortunately tend to form strong opinions very quickly, so if someone said, done or have an attitude that grates me... I'm afraid it would take a hell of a lot to make me consider that someone worth any kind of positivity from me.

The one kind of attitude I can't fucking stand, really, it pisses me off beyond grating, is the "I'm so speshul" attitude.

A small disclaimer; I have my own incidences in which I'm completely narcissistic and think I'm the best thing that ever happened. This is a normal thing for people who know they're smart, I think.
But when [editorial] you are only saying something in a class discussion that isn't in aid of putting forth a standpoint, but in fact to put yourself in the spot light, you're an ass.
No, really.
You are.
I'm sorry I'm being vague, but I dislike demonizing particular people on the Internet, especially since I'm not locking this post as it's actually something worth talking about.

In a class forum, especially in a class in which sexuality and gender identity is on the table (it being a Queer Theory class), your own individual personal sexuality isn't what's being discussed.
It's one thing and a very good thing, to say out loud, that the discussion is excluding certain sexualities and identities (e.g. bisexuality and genderqueer). It's another to say that it affects you personally.
No, sorry, that's someone with an attitude problem.
And I may sound harsh, but I cannot stand it when people decide to use a class forum to show off their "spedhulness".
It's neither the time nor the place.
You want to talk about your own sexuality, there are breaks and after-class discussions. I mean, c'mon, we're a bunch of intellectual queers... this is what we do.
It rubs me the wrong way.
I (try to) participate in classes. I have things to say. I try to make them a standpoint and not a "personal opinion" or a "personal issue" mainly because, every word I say is ideological and very obviously a "personal" thing, unless I'm very specifically playing Devil's Advocate - but that's a whole different kettle of fish (where does that saying come from).

There are certain types of "speshul" people.
Not just the type described above.

There's also the type that feels the need to tell you, that because they like something in a certain way, then liking that same something in a different way is wrong.
For example, I was talking to this person about Alan Moore and how I'm really pre-supposed to hating the new "Watchmen" movie, mainly because I hate, despise Zack Snyder.
Hate. That. Director.
A lot.
Aesthetics mean a lot... but not enough to cover up the badness and complete lack of directorial abilities.
But I digress.
Any way, this person totally agrees and inside I'm all "yay, Moore fan!" and then he says "I really hated the Vendetta movie as well".
And I was like "What? How come? I mean, it was a very cute adaptation? Wachowski Sibs!"
He goes: "It completely butchered the meaning of the book, which is one of the few works that managed to show Anarchy as interesting".
(I refrain from bringing up "The Dispossessed" by Ursula K. Le Guin).
I say: "I enjoyed it and..." before I can finish my thought about the movie making it's own statement about freedom, government and other things like that, he interrupts and says:
"I guess I'm more of a political hard-liner than you"

What is with people?
Seriously?
Do you know me? I think not. I'll tell you something, I now know this guy a hell of a lot better now than before and I hope the hostility I transmit reaches him loud and clear.

People are people, I know.
And I can understand how misanthropy develops and becomes ones default position when it comes to interaction with others.
I really hope I retain my love for humanity for a little bit longer, despite the fact that I'm encountering these characters.
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Objectivism is the epistemological equivalent of "My eyes are closed you can't see me because I can't see you".
But I digress.

I went to the Randroid fan club on Wedensday night with the expectation that I'd be amused.
I wasn't.
I felt sorry for the guy (to be known from now on as [Ranroid!Boy]) who decided to open this "philosophical discussion club" and was didactidly lecturing (much like Rand did in her books) on the basics of Objectivist thought.
I found myself both bored and irritated when my attmpts at explaining the Linguistic Turn didn't go so well... or at all. [Randroid!Boy] was ignoring my terrible "relativist" ways.

The guy was insidiously benign. He told us he discovered Rand in his twenties! He must live a really sheltered life.
Nothing he was saying could actually be pin pointedly seen as bad.
He spoke about the "tennents of Objectivism", the whole man as a heroic figure and the not living for anyone else or asking anyone to live for me.
But rand didn't invent that, nor did she perfect anything, she merely made fascist aesthetics into uber-individualism and too the idea of Nietzsche's Übermensch and positioned it into her economic ideal of Capitalism.
Never mind that Randroids ignore the fact that there are life circumstances that create different life experiences and that you cannot remove them from your own identity.

[Randroid!Boy] didn't get into the supremacy idea, something that many Objectivists seem to forget. The belief that if I just do whatever is good for Me and that that is the best thing completley negates the liberty of other people.
It doesn't matter that you say "everyone else is free to do the same".
Because we are social animals, no matter how terribly we treat each other, there is a need for relationships and inter-relation.

The most ridiculous thing that was mentioned in this little fan club meeting: someone (not me) tried to make a point that not everyone is in a position to think about free will (which is imperative in Randian thought and probably the biggest hole in what is already a swiss cheese system of philosophy) and are able to only think about survival, like a starving child in Africa (actual example used, by the way... not say... a starving child in Gaza... we like to keep things academic). [Randroid!Boy] used that as an example to "prove" the argument as selfishness as an ideal, one does everything to save themselves first.
What?!
I was shocked.
I shouldn't have been.
But c'mon!
There are forces that create circumstances that lead to that child's starvation people!
What the hell is wrong with these people?!

Two actually funny things that kind of disproved [Randroid!Boy]'s entire standing of living an Objectivist life were these:
1) He asked peope not to be late.
Zing! You lose... how dare you impose your own time table on others! What, you expect them to do something for you!
2) He took into account people's abilities.
Zing! You lose again... what abilities are these? You are either a hero or you aren't. If you aren't you're not a human and are of no consequence, etc. etc. etc.
Logical Fallacy!
Error!
Error!
Arrrgh!

Anyway, I'll not be going back, of course. There were only 15 or so people and I know of one other person who will not be going back... hopefully this little club will wallow and die.


Oh artists and graphically astute people: would one of you be kind and generous enough to take the philosophical thought written below and icon-ise it with a an actual "Calvin and Hobbes" cartoon?

Calvinian-Hobbesianism: A relationship that is based on the knowledge that reality is a direct product of interaction with imagination.

Thank you in advance!
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Is it funny, or sad that there's an Ayn Rand Club for Philosophy Students at my Uni and they're spamming the entire Humanities student body's email.
The first meeting is next Wedesnday.

Do I go and mock?
Or do I avoid the proto-fascist crazies?

Help me out dear friends.

I'm just... who would have thought? Randians on campus, and they could be anyone. Cooo! Maybe I should go and scope in order to know who to avoid for the rest of my academic career.
When I was a teenager I was a Randian, read all her books, felt that I was Smarter and More Capable than Thou... loved "The Selfish Ideal".
Then I finished adolescence.
Like may things Randinism is a phase.
How can people, students of high theory, philosophy and such actually consider this woman to be anything other than a stylish author!?
Digressing over.

So? Should I stay or should I go? *duh-na-na-na-naa*

Yay School!

Nov. 1st, 2008 11:47 pm
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School is on for tomorrow!

I'm happy that I'm starting this year on time and without any hold ups.
Hopefully this year will be quite normal on that front.

Over the next few days I'll report on what I'm doing there and I'll probably get more in the swing of returning to regular blogging.
Though I believe that will happen when Frida returns from Laptop Hospital *hopes*.

And now I'm going to prepare for Bedfordshire and get my bag ready for tomorrow.

Ah, Uni.

It might even be a fun year.
One things for sure... this time I'm doing all my exams on the first run, unless dire injury stops me, there's no way I'm postponing exams again.
Definitely learned my lesson with that one.
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Un-Fucking-Believable!

This house is a hub of technological dysfunction.
Or maybe there's just something about Mel.

Over the months of anticipation for the Iron Man DVD, I've been watching other movies and series on the home teevee and DVD machine.

Guess.
No really.
Try and guess what happened when I began to watch this oh so anticipated movie.
Yes.
That's right.
The signal between the DVD machine and the fucking teevee was lost.
Lost.
No signal.
No picture.
No Tony Fucking Stark in a Shiny Metal Jacket!

The Universe hates me.
Hates me!!!!!

Aaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The frustration is killing me!
First Frida, then the home network (which is fixed thank you new telephone wire) and now the fucking DVD decides to fucking malfunction - even though it's actually the teevee that decided that Iron Man and the special features within are not for Mel's consumption.

Dude!
What! The! Fuck!

Forget about the Universe hating me.
I hate this bloody Universe!


Please not that this is all in reference to the past half hour. The Universe and the World are filled with Many Good Things unrelated to seeing Robert Downey Junior don an exo-suit and flying around to the sound of heavy metal music.
Which I currently cannot do.
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I feel as though anecdotes from the week are a wee bit boring for others to read.
Then again, I read other people's lives and can only assume you all don't hang around this little Junk Yard o'Words for the scenery.

So this week was/still is iCon and a pretty fun one it was for me. I'll not be going to the last day tomorrow as it is my Daddy's 64 birthday tomorrow later today and we are going to picnic elsewhere, away from the Suburbia and Urbania of the Centre.
Last year I pretty much skipped and this year it was great to reconnect with all the people I don't get to meet that often IRL *waves to those who didn't miss me this week because they actually saw me*.
And of course make new friends, which is always fun.
Buffy talk is, as always, the Fun.
Not enough Doctor Who and Torchwood; it may be a little too fluffy? Though I'm not sure why... could just be a culture clash, as Americana and Israeli-Centric work is far more common than Britannica.
I'm really obsessing Torchwood.
I can't get enough of Ianto Jones.
He's just... *gibberish* Fictional men rule! *fist*
Some coherent thoughts on Torchwood will probably come along with my queer analysis of "Iron Man", my queer analysis of "Harry Potter"'s Lupin and Tonks' Lavender Marriage and a comparative analysis of the DCU and the Buffyverse, specifically how Angel correlates as Batman, Riely correlates as Superman, Buffy correlates as Wonder Woman and Spike correlates as Catwoman (thank you [livejournal.com profile] nurint for talking to me about it... will email you soon, hope you have time to read LJ!).
And Oi! No stealing my ideas! Well, you know... you can... I mean, this is the interwebs!

I also ate sea-food.
With [livejournal.com profile] tamara_russo.
It was tasty.
That woman is the incarnation of the Snake in the Garden of Eden... giving into culinary temptation never felt so good.
Meat has no appeal and I'm beginning to lose my enjoyment of dairy products... though I don't know if I'll ever be able to give up ice-cream.
There's always soy-milk for coffee.

You want more? Well, I'll just hope you can be happy with this little snippet of life at the 'mo.
Hope to get back into the swing of regular updating over the next few days.
Isn't it strange that a week of not updating seems long?
My LJ is going to be three next week and it's become a constant in my life.
I don't know if that's good or bad.
It's most certainly a fact.
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I'm blocked.

I have, like, lots of ideas for entires that may or may not be interesting to other people, but they're definitely interesting to me.
I mean, I've been reading all sorts of things critiques about the economic bail out and the economy in general, since many Lefties are calling for reform and saying "Nyah! We told you this system was bad *razzberry*".
I mean, it does sort of seem like that doesn't it?

In any event I'm not writing anything in depth about the economy, or the local political situation which may keep me from beginning University on time.
Again.
Fuck the ministry of finance!
You fucking suck!
Economic disparity is bad for everyone, but fuck fuckity fuck!!! If someone deserved to get their ass bitten in the current financial climate it would the minister of fucking finance, Bar-On - the two fingered slaute is way, WAY to mild for what I fantasize about happening to you - you greedy, over-paid, neo-liberal, lying, double dealing fascist shit!

And yes, I know, it's bad form to wish ill on anyone in general and specifically on the Eve of Yom Kippur, just before we're supposed to be Atoning for sins we committed amongst ourselves and God.
Screw it, okay?!
I'm an Irreverent Heretic no matter which way you look at it.
But yeah, Days of Awe will be done tomorrow and I must say... wasn't feeling too Awesome this year.
Last year I felt a much deeper connection to what was going on, even before we went to schul, but this year I think I'm in a spiritually numb place... or my peak has come and gone, or it's yet to come over Sukkot which is next week.
In any event.
Feck it.

I'll probably blog something nice, meta-ish or critique-y later on.
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Today on the News I watched an Economic Commentator compare the bailout plan to a defibrillator shock.
That comparison really scared me, because after reading The Shock Doctrine, which was one of the first economic commentaries/exposes I'd ever read, I've been trying to keep a keener eye and ear out for the language used by pundits, politicians and sound bite economists.

The worst thing about this is that the really wealthy won't notice this, those whose entire capital was invested in stock will get benefits from this bailout and thus will be able to go on their merry way, while inflation goes over board and unemployment abounds.

I'm parroting the News and I can't help but wonder, do these people understand who inflation and unemployment hurts most? Are they aware that small businesses (like my father's) can go under simply by employing people, because prices soar and no one can pay a salary because no one can afford because the customers themselves lose their job and are forced to go onto welfare and social security... which in my little Hell Hole is dwindling and dwindling.

I myself am also thinking about my future. What I'm to do with my degree in Useless studies Lit. and Gender studies.
I once thought of getting an MA or Certificate in Information/Library studies.
But when I think about what I really want to do and considering what I'd like to use my degree for, I always think of my mother, who is a teacher.
And this week a friend of the family who runs a chapter of an organization that tries to encourage education/literacy among the Indigenous people in Australia. She and her Significant Other (who also works at this NGO) were telling me about some of the projects and the young teachers that work at the organization and all I could think was "yes, yes... this is what makes the difference".
I'm still young enough to remember that I thought teachers were idiots and that I almost all of them.
Except my literature teachers in Junior High and High School.
And my Drama teacher from when I was 11 'till 14.
And sometimes I fantasize about being that kind of influence, if that one awkward weird kid can look back and think... I'd like to be like that.

Real world cynicism (and having a parent as a teacher) lets me know that fantasy aside, being a teacher is a thankless job in today's economic reality, especially in Israel where if you don't have tenure you barely get enough pay to make ends meet.

So... yeah.
This is what I think about when I have time. And I get memory streams, but that's the subject of a different entry.
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Shanah Tovah and Eid Mubarak to those who celebrate Rosh Ha'Shana and Eid al-Fitr on my f-list and the lurkers around.
A good Tuesday to the rest of you, make it a good one, it is a New Moon after all.

For some reason I'm not feeling terribly celebratory.
I could blame it on my period (kind of apt that I began to bleed on a new moon, on one of the most important Holidays of the year), but that always seems like a cop out to me.
I don't know.
Even coffee doesn't taste as nice this morning (*gasp* *horror* I know).

Maybe it's the knowledge that this New Year isn't actually starting all that auspiciously, both at home and Internationally, which in this day and age are the same thing.
Glocalisation anyone?
I mean when you read News about an economic crisis which I know happened, but don't understand why or how, only that the debt that was rising in order to make a profit was too much and now people like my parents need to pay it because private banks are there to act not as a service, but as a for profit company.
Speculative capitalism rose, if you'll pardon the crassness, like erection and pretty much fell the same way.
I'm kind of hoping it stays impotent do that something can be done to recreate the economy, but Blue Pills are in fashion, and it's only a matter of time (which correlates to money and lives) for people to forget this crisis, because once the owners of the mainstream News outlets are no longer quaking... they'll be talking about something new.

It's not just the economy, which as you can see by the abundance of smilies and metaphors I don't actually know much about.
I only feel about it.

I haven't lost hope, my cynical optimism doesn't allow me wallow is apathy about my country as much as it used to. Also since my cynicism is about the current system of governance and social structure and my optimism is about the change that can and needs to be brought about.
The olive harvest is starting this month and unlike last year, this year I'm much more apprehensive.
The tension between the Israeli factions is very, very high.
And you never know if Settlers and their sympathizers will come and disrupt a picking just for the hell of it... which has happened. Not to mention the IDF forces that may or may not be away, or stand around and glare at us like happened last year.
But I'm not really worried about it.
I'm still trying to get other people to come with me, because last year I pretty much went alone and didn't know many people. I probably know more people this year and will make new friends but still, it's nice to be with people you know.
I'm still stoked about the fact that I managed to get my Parental Units to come with me last year!

Another thing that's causing me to be a wee bit down is the fact that I've finally noticed that nothing has really changed. I mean, I feel I've changed, because I consciously refuse to become static. Stasis is much more the mind killer than fear. Fear makes you react, without fear you can't be courageous... you're just stupid.
I'm very wary of this non-change that I see.
That on this side of the fence (wall) life goes on as usual, whole Over There things are also unchanging but are in rapid deterioration.
And under the surface eruption is immanent.

Sorry about the downer.
But what's misery without company right?

Tomorrow is my Nephew's fourth birthday.
There will be a party
Expect a more optimistic and happy entry at some point.

Once again Have a Good New Year, a Happy Eid and a Successful Tuesday.

The Veil

Sep. 27th, 2008 06:36 pm
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Wait a mo?!
There's an economy crisis?!
Because nobody saw this one coming.
And hey! Who cares if it's pensions and saving bonds and taxes that bail out Wall Street.
Surely that big invisible hand will fix everything.

Hear me *gag*

In any event I didn't actually want to write about the economy. I'll leave that to those who know much more and better than me on these matters.

Yesterday I spent the day with [livejournal.com profile] tamara_russo and had a great time doing so. I got to Tel-Aviv approx. two hours after we were supposed to meet, because who the fuck knew that Friday had such great big traffic going into that city and that the bus I took wouldn't go where it was supposed.
But I digress.
We saw Persepolis, which finally made it to Israel... 'cause you know, a movie directed, written and produced by an Iranian is considered enemy propaganda - that really is the only reason I can think of that would make a movie of this kind take a year and a half to find a distributer here.
Edited To Add (30/09/2008) - It came late basically because it's an unpopular genre.
Animation is unpopular? *shrug*

I'm a big fan of Marjane Satrapi and had been looking forward to the movie.
I was not disappointed.
Though it was a difficult movie for me to watch... it is not as graphic (in the violence sense) as the books and in addition when you reach a climax in a book you can put it aside and let the story digest.
The movie really pulls no emotional punches and I spent the majority of it quite teary - I didn't know it would be so disturbing... the reason I didn't go see Waltz with Bashir because I knew it would be disturbing for me.
So a portion of the movie was spent with my face buried in Tami's shoulder... which she graciously didn't mind.

It's an important movie, because it's not just the story of Iran as perceived through the eyes of a young girl.

It's a great criticism of the world in which Satrapi grew up and lived. Both have their advantages and disadvantages. Both have their prejudices and biases, but one is not superior to the other (except for the tyranny... which Satrapi manages to break down and show that it isn't about who is in Power... but about Power as a corruptive agency and the influence that other have on countries).

It's interesting that today I came across an essay by Naomi Wolf (she of "The Beauty Myth") about her perspective of women's sexuality in Middle-Eastern and Muslim countries, which you should read and maybe groan as she speaks with pretension because she's an American in an Muslim nation... but it's good none the less, specifically for that perspective.
Veiled Sexuality by Naomi Wolf
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Dear Ladies, Gents and Others in the Supermarket,

Mind your own fucking business!

Thanks,

The grrl who was doing as her Mother asked and really wasn't looking for any input from you.

I mean, really.
There I am minding my own business putting olives into a plastic container from the buffet like counter where you can put as many condiments as you like in the aforementioned containers. Mother Unit asked me to cover the olives in the water.
I do so.
And as I put the container in the cart I am bombarded by one of the workers behind the meat counter telling me that I should put the water in a different container so I don't have to pay the extra weight.
I stare blankly completely surprised to be spoken to in this situation - going to the Supermarket is one of the most anti-social phenomena in real life I feel - and mumble about doing what my mother asked me to.
And then, then other shoppers around me began to tell me to do the same thing and someone asked who my mother was!

Fucking hell.

I shot out of that aisle like something on wheels.
Mother Unit was a little past me and gave me a look of total puzzlement.
Moi: Who are these Nosey People?
MU: I don't know. Who cares if I want to pay extra for the water!?
Moi: They scared me.
Mu: Poor baby.

I hate going to the Supermarket.
It's one of those places that really brings out the worst in Humanity.

Happiness!

Sep. 22nd, 2008 12:18 am
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Well, the Now-Local Fam have moved to their own flat after living at the Asylum for almost six weeks.

I'm looking forward to visiting them in their own place and babysitting Nevvie and Niece, which will be extra fun because my oldest friend happens to live in the same building.

It was a funny coincidence that Friend's mother told Mother Unit about a vacating flat in that building. The street has a kindergarten such across them and a local elemntray school very close by so it's ideal.

I'm happy they're living there now and I'm happy they're back close to us.

I'm also happy to have a quiet asylum to run around in without bumping into all sorts of children and their stressed out parents.

Most of all I'm happy for them and that fact that they'll finally have some normalcy and routine and won't have to deal with an extra four people that really shouldn't be co-habiting a small space like ours - this goes both ways of course.

Anywho, one exam down, one exam to go.

Wednesday is to be freedom day when it comes to this exam season.
Cross fingers, hold thumbs and wish me broken legs!
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Staying up late to watch obscure movies which for some reason are only broadcast between one in the morning and four in the morning.

I love my Night Owlish ways.

The movie in question is Fur, by the way. Pretty "mundane" people and self-identifying "Freaks" who are also very pretty.

The last time this happened was a few months ago with A Scanner Darkly, hasn't been on teevee since, as far as I'm aware.

As an aside; it's interesting to note that both these films feature Robert Downey Junior, no. Also Zodiac, in which RDJ also appears, is on teevee this weekend and I'll be watching that as well. Yeah, try and stop my movie buffness.
Yes, RDJ rocks, rah rah rah - and yes he so spouts racist anti-intellectual nonsense... but his performances do really rock.
End of aside.

I also remember the first time I found an obscure movie in the middle on the night. It was about five years ago and I had insomnia and I was channel surfing like a zombie when suddenly I came across an Alan Rickman movie I didn't know existed - the horribleness of it!

The movie is Judas Kiss and it is so very bizarre, Alan Rickman's and Emma Thompson's accents alone are distracting from the plot - of which I have no recollection, by the way, but the grainy looking picture and the it being set in New Orleans, the one thing I remember, made it a funny movie experience as well.

As would watching a movie of that kind between two in the morning and four in the morning, I suppose.

Anyway, looking forward to the totally made up biopic of Diane Arbus and watching the prettiness of Steven Shainberg's directing. He's the one that did Secretary, probably the best love story ever.
Yes, even better than The French Lieutenant's Woman, which having seen it recently... is not that good as a story.

Zooom!

Sep. 14th, 2008 05:32 pm
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Eight hours and I'm out.

Yes, that job I got last week, the Boss fired me.

After eight hours experience and I've been made redundant.

I'm not really too concerned, this wasn't my bread and butter after all, but seriously, this a wee bit strange.
I'm obviously not up to the standard of a minimum wage, shop-grrl material (which I totally am, by the way).

Maybe my happy-go-lucky disposition offended him...

I really can't say.

I still love that shop and will continue patronizing it, but Dude... I can only imagine that's a permanent "Wanted" sign in the door.

As far as I'm concerned he's missing out on a worker who truly loves the sort of thing that go on in that store; schlepping, dust and everything.

Good luck to him finding someone else who suits that store as well as I did.

But still... *scratches head*
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I have a Job!

At a book shop.

An Independent second hand (and also new) book shop.

It pretends to be a second hand book shop, but there is a stairwell to a basement filled with Sci-Fi and Fantasy books, Comics, Action Figures, Dolls, Zines, Magazines, Shirts and Props.

How cool is that?!?!

So yeah, there's schlepping, and filing, and cleaning and all that other stuff that you have to do in order to work in a shop (I've been told by the Boss that I need to lose my conscience ASAP... Woe!).

Also, I'm working minimum wage. Which is okay (it's peanuts) but what do I have to complain about, I just need to keep my bank account from dropping too much before the bank starts telling me that that minus is their plus, forever.

Anywho... isn't that the coolest thing ever!?

Here's a Plug.
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I just killed the mosquito that sucked my blood ten minutes ago.

*goes to wash hands a second time*
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I'm slowly but surely working my way into being the cool Aunt, if only by default.

The Jerusalem contingency (The two Nephews, Amos (7) and Shaul (3 going on 4)) I believe perceive me to be that easily irritated lady with cool books and toys... and Justice League cartoon episodes - they're far too young to read the comic books, but they're at the right age to learn that Batman, along with Wonder Woman (and yes, okay, Superman as well) rock the socks.
They are back with their 'rental units in Jerusalem, so the Asylum is not as hectic as it was over the last weekend.

The Local contingency have vastly improved their attitudes towards me. Libby (2), the Niece, actually initiates contact with me and no longer gives me Hard Stares when I talk to her or suggest something. The child is very, very independent. Her catch phrase is "No! Me do it", though she speaks beautifully with quite a large vocabulary which includes colours, numbers and other words of command - not bad for a two and half year old kid, eh.

Her big brother, Shvo (6), I think sees me as a fluctuating person, going from authority figure to play thing - my tolerance for repetition* game is thin. However, he being a precocious six year is into pushing the limits so he has also begun to say "dirty words" like "Heck" and "Damn" which his 'rental units don't approve.

Personally, I'm a potty mouth so I don't mind him using "bad" words in my presence. Not to mention that he has read all the buttons that I have on my canvas bag - buttons which include Zero to Bitch in 4.0 Seconds and I'm a very loving and positive person, so don't give me any negative bullshit asshole. In addition, the local Buffy Fan-club produces buttons and stickers with prime quotes, of which I have several on the same bag and they include: Out. For. A. Walk. Bitch and Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks... Oh God! I'm English - that Spike... gotta love him.
And yes that was me bragging about my button collection, sue me.

Suffice to say I've added quite a bit to his bad-word vocabulary, which is fine when it's the two of us and we're laughing and making fart jokes... but I'm not keen on his mother (my older sister-sibling) telling me to stop teaching him these things.

Ain't I the coolest.

Notes
* Wherein you repeat everything a person says to them, e.g: Moi: Come here.
Him: Come here
Moi: Stop that
Him: Stop that
Moi: I said enough
Him: I said enough
Moi: Don't make me raise my voice
Him: Don't make me raise my voice
Ad nauseam.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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