Tired and emotional (and no, that's not supposed to be a euphemism)

[prunesquallormd]

Well, I'm still far too overwrought to even consider posting a proper entry. Weeks of yoyoing from euphoria to tears and back again, for no reason. It's not that it's particularly unusual, I suppose, but it's extremely unsettling, and it leaves me good for not much else.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't sort of enjoy it though. Well, you've got to love the euphoria at least, right?

So, given that anything substantial that I'd be inclined to write would be either whiny as hell or horribly sentimental, I'll just give you a couple of What the Fuck moments. You know, the things that make you wonder why you bother ...

WTF No 1 - Political 
I have nothing to say on this that hasn't been said many times over the last couple of days, but I'm going to say it anyway.
Because more than 60% of the electorate couldn't be arsed to get off their lazy backsides and go put a cross on a piece of paper (how fucking hard can it be? One piece of paper, one pencil, one cross. How does anyone find this taxing?) I now have, as one of my MEPs, one Nicholas John Griffin of the British National Party. Great. Thanks for that. Useless, apathetic fuckers.
And if I hear him use the phrase "the BNP is not a racist party" in close conjunction with the words "indigenous population" (hmmm, blatant euphemism for white much?) one more time I think I might have to break something.


WTF No 2 - Personal
I didn't give Sugar Rush a chance when it was on TV, purely because I find Julie Burchill, who wrote the original novel, thoroughly objectionable (a rather more detailed critique of her can be found here). I finally succumbed a few days ago, however, and it's just fabulous. Funny, over the top, heartfelt, angst-ridden and sad in equal measure it's exactly the sort of thing I absolutely adore. It took me a little over 24 hours to get through the whole of the first season and a good part of the second. Whoops.
So, when one of my Monday night gaming group asked me whether I'd watched any of the DVD of Ultraviolet he lent me a while ago I told him I hadn't really been in the mood, and mentioned what I'd been watching instead. I should probably have known better than to describe it as "about a 15 year old lesbian living in Brighton who falls in love with her best friend", just as I shouldn't really have been surprised that his response was "Ah, so you were more in the mood for perving at lesbians then". But I didn't know better, and I was surprised. And less than impressed.
There's a reason I only have a handful of close male friends: however decent or civilised they might at first appear, most men are total fucking pigs.


On a slightly less ranty note, this is so full of love it makes my heart hurt. It's a marriage of two of my favourite things in the entire world: Battlestar Galactica and the music of Ani DiFranco, and it is made almost entirely of win.
The song, "Falling is Like This", is a thing of simple, perfect beauty. Like many of my favourite things, it makes me cry.

Comments

[lareinemisere.livejournal.com]

>"indigenous population"

Blatant... and almost entirely inaccurate, too. This country has seen so many waves of invasion and immigration in the last thousand years or so that the chances of any given white person being genuinely 'indigenous' are pretty damn minimal, I'd imagine.

I'd love to see what's in Griffin's family tree and/or DNA profile: he might get a shock ;)

>most men are total fucking pigs

Oh, come on, be fair. Most men have a streak of pig, like most girls have a streak of bitch (and vice versa, come to that)

[prunesquallormd.livejournal.com]

>>be fair

I know. Not fair or reasonable. But it was a rant. Unfair and unreasonable is sort of the point;).
I was disappointed in him as much as anything else, because he should be above that, and I let it upset me far more than was necessary. But I'm nothing if not oversensitive :D