*rubbing face* Uh, what's the date again?
May. 5th, 2008 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jedibuttercupI apparently now have a FandomHistory wiki page: go figure. Not that it has anything on it yet that they didn't auto-scrape from the Pit of Voles. Still, 'tis a curious development.
I have come to the conclusion that the reason Ryan Seacrest makes so many sexually ambiguous comments/actions on American Idol, but then always resorts to defensive heteronormative claims when pressed, doesn't have anything to do with his actual sexuality, wherever it falls on the spectrum. It's an attempt to position himself as a show-host that everybody can identify with/be attracted to, regardless of orientation. Think about it a minute. With his work ethic? Marketability explains everything.
--On a more serious note. A work project for which I was drastically out of my depth, in addition to family issues and serious insomnia, have prevented my creative energy from recovering these last few weeks. I feel like I'm making excuses, but when I open up a blank page and the words don't come, there's no use forcing it. My brother is finally settling at his new base-- he had a bad first couple of weeks in Florida-- but Mom's in a black-hole depression now, and it's not just the fact that my brother isn't here anymore; there's also considerable co-worker-bitch-factor and problems-with-best-friend going on with her, and it makes me feel a little bit helpless.
It's been long enough since DS died, nearly three months now, that his mother doesn't need constant support anymore-- and now, instead of seeing a shoulder to cry on when she looks at my mom, she can't help but see person whose military son is still alive when mine isn't, so she's gone from clinging to repelled in no time flat. Mom is not dealing with that well at all, especially since she's still grieving, too. I was pretty furious with her for unrelated reasons a couple of weeks ago, but that's hard to hold onto when every time I see her the angle of her shoulders and the weary lines on her face make my heart hurt before she even opens her mouth.
At least I'm finally mostly caught up on LJ-reading, after a couple of weeks' avoidance of the 'net. Though not so much commenting: apologies.
And I did get to see Iron Man on Friday! Best superhero movie since Batman Begins, IMHO.
*mentally pushing up sleeves* New![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tthdrabbles challenge later today, I swear; I've let that slide long enough. And drabbles, too, hopefully. I need to give myself a good kick in the pants.
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I have come to the conclusion that the reason Ryan Seacrest makes so many sexually ambiguous comments/actions on American Idol, but then always resorts to defensive heteronormative claims when pressed, doesn't have anything to do with his actual sexuality, wherever it falls on the spectrum. It's an attempt to position himself as a show-host that everybody can identify with/be attracted to, regardless of orientation. Think about it a minute. With his work ethic? Marketability explains everything.
--On a more serious note. A work project for which I was drastically out of my depth, in addition to family issues and serious insomnia, have prevented my creative energy from recovering these last few weeks. I feel like I'm making excuses, but when I open up a blank page and the words don't come, there's no use forcing it. My brother is finally settling at his new base-- he had a bad first couple of weeks in Florida-- but Mom's in a black-hole depression now, and it's not just the fact that my brother isn't here anymore; there's also considerable co-worker-bitch-factor and problems-with-best-friend going on with her, and it makes me feel a little bit helpless.
It's been long enough since DS died, nearly three months now, that his mother doesn't need constant support anymore-- and now, instead of seeing a shoulder to cry on when she looks at my mom, she can't help but see person whose military son is still alive when mine isn't, so she's gone from clinging to repelled in no time flat. Mom is not dealing with that well at all, especially since she's still grieving, too. I was pretty furious with her for unrelated reasons a couple of weeks ago, but that's hard to hold onto when every time I see her the angle of her shoulders and the weary lines on her face make my heart hurt before she even opens her mouth.
At least I'm finally mostly caught up on LJ-reading, after a couple of weeks' avoidance of the 'net. Though not so much commenting: apologies.
And I did get to see Iron Man on Friday! Best superhero movie since Batman Begins, IMHO.
*mentally pushing up sleeves* New
tthdrabbles challenge later today, I swear; I've let that slide long enough. And drabbles, too, hopefully. I need to give myself a good kick in the pants.~
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Date: 2008-05-05 02:16 pm (UTC)