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[beanside]

Since I'm still suffering from slight sleep deprivation, and I feel like I've been neglecting updates, I think I shall simply dump all my random shit for the day. Warning, I don't promise this'll make sense, even to me.

• My beloved has inflicted yet another boyband muse on me. She seems to be exceedingly good at this, as in general, it takes 3.5 seconds beyond when I say "I'm not going to get a (insert weirdass muse here) muse for me to develop one. This tends to be mildly annoying, as I swear, I didn't have a Howie muse. Yet suddenly, I did. And, damn. He's a bitch. But on the bright side, he gave me fic.
  
  
• We're going to see the Foo Fighters on April 30! Whee! No, this does not mean I need a Dave muse. He's cute, but no. Don't look at me like that. It's kind of a consolation prize, since ...
  
  
• There's no way in hell I'm making it to the Summer Sanitarium this year. I'd like to, but I just can't afford $80/ a ticket. Okay, technically, I probably could. I can't justify it. See, I love Metallica. I'm waiting impatiently to hear new stuff from them, and they're still some of my favorite musi. Buuuut....I don't know anything from Mudvayne or the Deftone, so I have no actual opinion of them. Linkin Park is okay, I like some of their music, but not enough to pay to see them. Which brings us to...
  
  
• Limp Bizkit. I cannot properly express how much I loathe their music. I've never been a fan of the rock/rap genre, but even more so, I really dislike Fred Durst, the little troll. $80 to be subjected to them, with no guarantee of how long Met's set would be isn't my idea of fun.
  
  
• Grandmom apparently has bulbous pemphigoid, not a yeast infection as originally believed. The problem with this seems to be that normally, oral steroids are used to treat it. However, it can throw off a diabetic's sugar levels, which doesn't make it the best choice for grandmom. Yeesh. One thing after another. At least the dermatologist has a handle on it--he's the brother of the doc I work for. Talented family. Here's hoping the steroid cream can handle it.
  
  
• I think I want to get back into photography. I've got this great camera, I think I want to start taking pics again. Jess, what do you say to a few shots being taken of you tomorrow?
  
  
• I read a wonderful article this morning, about how the pope disagrees with the war on Iraq. His main problem doesn't seem to be with the war itself, though, but more the way Dubbya is promoting it. His argument is that God has given free will, for people to make of what they wish. Dubbya is of the "God is on my side, and has told me to free Iraq" mentality.
  
  I think that is a problem I have with Dubbya. He's all about God telling him what to do. It scares me, because I don't have a particularly good opinion of his god. His god tells him to make a war that half of the people he represents don't want. His god tells him to make policy changes that oppress minority groups (granted, of which, I am one) and set back civil rights for them. It's to the point where I can't wait for next year, because I just want the chance to get him out of office.
  
  I mean, maybe the next guy won't be any better. There's no way to tell, really. I just want someone I can look at, and not cringe from all that he stands for. If there's a terror alert, I want to be able to take it seriously, not think that it's being used to try to soften the public to a war in a small Middle Eastern country. I want to believe that the Constitution is still valid--that it's not being chipped away at one bill at a time. I want my fiance's mother to be able to access the most promising medical advancement in years--stem cell research--that might be able to help halt the progress of MS. I want the histrionics about using dead babies to give way to facts. I want to be able to marry my fiance legally. I don't want to have to fill out volumes of paperwork in the blind hope that maybe the hospital would let her in to see me were I to be injured or ill. In the same vein, I want Kerry to be able to sponsor Nette as her mate, so they won't have to deal with a distance relationship.
  
  Hell, as long as I'm wishing for the impossible, I'll add in one that Jess' family finally accepts that their daughter is a grown up and lets her make her own choices without bitching or guilting her about it. It's better than it was, by far. I don't spend as much time wanting to take a stick to her father's head anymore, but there's still miles to go. I can feel Easter creeping up with the accompanying visit home, and it makes me twitch. It's not the all-consuming dread it used to be, but it'll always be there. And yet again, I wish I could go with--but I'm not sure they're quite ready for 24hr a day dykes yet.
  
  And on that note, I'll wrap this up for the morning. Oddly, looking back over the post, I sound pissy and morose, but honestly, I'm neither. I'm actually pretty happy today. I am a little restless, but that's mostly because it's a nice day, and I want to do something instead of being stuck at work. Ah well.
  
  I think I'll stop at Ritz on the way home and get film...

Comments

[minette.livejournal.com]

I used to tolerate, if not like, Limp Bizkit (or at least a couple of songs), but really got turned off after the Napster thing. I've never doubted that Fred was an opportunistic little shit who couldn't stay true to what he believes him unless it coincides with the fans' points of view (he's worse than a fucking politician), but Napster just was the nail in his coffin. I was already moving away from the Limp (fun experiment in musical appreciation, but it lasted for a few months at the most) and that just made me sick of the entire nu-metal genre of crap.

That being said, I am going to go see Summer Sanitarium because it's probably my only shot at *ever* seeing Metallica live. I'll risk the high-priced tickets just this once because I know I'll probably never get to see them in concert again. I'm ignoring Mudvayne and Limp Bizket's sets because I hate them, but I'll be glad to catch Linkin Park and the Deftones. I figure three out of five bands isn't so bad anyway.

As for the rest of it, I just want the right thing to be done this time. No unnecessary war, no hate-mongering, no taking away peoples' rights, no taking away peoples' education or healthcare or freedom to be who they want to be. Is it so much to ask for that ?

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Ooh! I forgot the healthcare thing. I'd like to have health insurance. *nod* Something that covers the big shit, and doesn't cost me a shitload of money.

Deep down, I'm still wavering on the Met thing, I would love to see them, I mean, no guarantee they're going to do another tour, really. Philly has upper deck tickets for $55, so that's a possibility.

[evilbliss.livejournal.com]

I loathe Mudvayne. I had to sit through their set in 2001 when I saw Ozzy and Rob Zombie. Never again. I really don't like Limp Bizkit either, except for just one song, "Break Stuff," which I like to listen to when I'm extremely pissed off. I adore Metallica though and I think Linkin Park's music is fun so I'm shelling out the money twice to see them in both Toronto with Minette and Chicago with my mom. I am crazy, I know. ;)

I hope everything you wished for in this post comes true. You and Jess definitely deserve happiness. And I'm just all kind of teary-eyed that you'd include Minette and I in your wishes. *hugs*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Well, of course I include you two. *grin* Internet-fanfic-dyke couples have to stick together. *nod*

See, if I liked any of the other bands enough to pay for them, I'd be okay with it, cause it'd be like two concerts worth. $80 divided by 2 bands, not a problem. $40 for a concert is perfectly reasonable to me. Ah, we shall see. When things get closer, maybe I'll crack and go for it.

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[evilbliss.livejournal.com]

We sure do! :)

I understand your logic there. $80 sure is hell of a lot to pay for any concert. Even Metallica.

[o-contrary.livejournal.com]

If you photo as well as you write, Miz Teesa, you need to share. *nod* Or share anyway, just 'cos it'd be cool.

I know how you feel about the Met thing. I still like the music, yes. I can't, however, deal with the other bands on the billing, and I think it could be a *nasty* fan situation should any, shall we say, speed bumps, come up. And I'll admit... a whole lot of the sparkle they had for me dulled when Jason left. I'm looking forward to the new album, sure, but it doesn't have the same appeal as it would if he were still there.

And, I hope your wishlist comes true. *hugs* I would also like to add on the insurance front that someone mentioned, that severe depression not be a reason for forfeited insurance. I mean, it makes so much sense to yank payment from people with problems that require rather pricey drugs for treatment...

[beanside.livejournal.com]

I'll put the pics up when I get them done, have no fear. I don't think I'm that talented of a photographer, really. I just enjoy it.

And yes, health insurance good. I'm stuck in the "we don't insure fat people" bind. I could get insurance, but it would be via open enrollment, and would cost a shitload, and cover very little.