I think when I’m really stressed and desperately want relief from adulthood I tend to look for teenage tv shows to watch. For me, I think that is how I escape sometimes because I can pretend like my biggest problems are breaking out and the cute guy I like not liking me.
That’s my explanation from why I’ve been watching Degrassing Junior High lately and it’s the only way this makes sense. Feeling the need to watch a cheesy, badly made show from the eighties with valuable lessons to be learned every episode such as teen pregnancy, the “kissing disease” and that dressing slutty doesn’t necessarily get you the guy you want. This is a show that instead of calling someone a “dumbass” they call them a “broomhead.” Canadians, I love em but they’re a bit weird.
What can I say? It’s better than thinking about my husband’s lyme disease or our mortgage company who are a bunch of asshats or my job that is driving me to my early demise. Something about it brings me back to my youth and in my head it feels peaceful even though I know if I did go back to being 13 years old there would be nothing peaceful about it.
I’m not proud of it but I suppose this what extreme stress does to a person. It makes you a bit of a broomhead.
Is it weird that I’ve never wanted to look like this? I’ve never wanted to be buff or ripped. I’ve always wanted to be toned but I’m not interested in being head to toe muscle. To me, it’s just not sexy but that’s a personal thing. I want to have curves and to be a little soft (not pudgy). I want to have breasts and a butt. Would I love a relatively flat stomach? Yes but I don’t want a six pack and never have…I also don’t want that in a guy. I think overly muscular is kind of creepy and weird looking. I think it’s great they are so motivated and so healthy but to me, it doesn’t look normal.
So back when tumblr was still very new I decided one day there needed to be a tumblr just for Kevin Spacey. So at that point I started Fuck Yeah Kevin Spacey, I didn’t think much of it except I could post all about Kevin there without annoying my non-Kevin-obsessed friends. I honestly didn’t think it would make much of an impression because let’s face it, most of Tumblr is teenagers who tend to care about Justin Timberlake and Hannah Montana.
That is more than my daily tumblr or this blog for that matter.
To my surprise it took off pretty quickly, people starting to follow it right off the bat. Of all my Tumblrs, and I have a few I must admit because they addictive like tattoos, this one has gotten the most attention. There are a lot more die-hard Spacey fans than I ever imagined. For as long as I can remember my friends have made fun of me for my love of Kevin and the fact that I call him Kevin. I’ve been asked many times why I love him and there are so many reasons it’s kind of pointless to even get into it.
It’s probably not entirely surprising that Gwen helps me manage it because we initially bonded several years ago over our love for Kevin. Someday we plan to move to London and follow him around (stalking sounds so evil) as a hobby. Hell, she even came out to visit me, 2,000 miles away, so we could watch him in a movie he didn’t even have a lead role in.
So basically I just wanted to say “I rule!”
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself
I came across this via Avitable and Psychobabble. I figure these are some things we could all examine to help us become the best we can be. No, this isn’t the army, this is life bitches.
Something I hate about myself is how I’m unable to deal with bullshit. At first it seems like a good thing but it’s not, the older I get the less I can deal with the bullshit of others. You know what’s unfortunate about this? The world is full of bullshit. People make excuses or create a falsehood. People blame everyone else but themselves. Being keenly aware of this every single day can make a person miserable and it’s something I fight with all the time.
I’m trying to learn to let go, because I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the fuckhead who cut me off in traffic and I can’t do anything about companies choosing to hire interns for free instead of people with experience. Learning to let go of the bullshit of the world is something I work on every day.
This little guy has found a home and it’s in the tree right by our house. I figure it must be a good spot for him because he can watch what is going on and know just when he can come ravage through our garbage cans. These guys are so sneaky and kind of badass. I’ve seen them come out in the daylight and they don’t give a shit if we’re around. Manly Man once put the trash bag on the roof of the shed and we could hear out our bedroom window the little fella scurrying up the side of the shed. These guys are frustrating but they impress me also. Maybe they should work for the Feds or something.
He/she needs a name. Any suggestions?
Dear British television (or telli),
Now you know I love you, I really do. I mean, despite my relationship with American tv you know I’ve chosen you time again. I know we have to kind of sneak around sometimes but I know it’s worth it for me. We’ve had long nights together where I’ve gotten very little sleep but I’ve never regretted one moment with you. Not one.
My only problem is, the games you like to play. When it comes to my television I don’t want to play games, I want to know where I stand. It hurts my feelings when I think I know what’s going on and then you just disappear without even a word. I thought I meant more to you than that.
With skins you not only took away all the characters I loved at the end of season 2 but you left me with so little to hold onto. Ok, so you brought me Cook in return but then you took him away too. I realize that you have an issue with commitment but doesn’t my loyalty mean anything?
Then there was Being Human. I never intended to like this show, you know I don’t like sci-fi, but I fell in love anyway. How was I to resist George’s adorableness and Mitchell’s sexiness? Huh? What did you then go and do? Yeah you took one of my favorite characters away, like you didn’t even care! I know you think I was warned ahead of time with The Hobbit but there was no way to prepare for that.
Oh and Misfits, yeah, you heard me! You bring a bloke like him into my life and make him completely irresistible. What were you thinking when you took him away? I can only imagine you were just trying to hurt me with that one, there is no other explanation.
Then you bring me Sugar Rush and I think, what a great story and such great characters. I think, wow, British television brought me a little gift to help with everything I had been put through so far. Of course you go and cancel this show after 2 seasons even though it was a really popular show. Was that really necessary?
All I know is that you better make things right or I may have to walk away forever. I may have to give up on my lovely Brit tv forever and go back to my American tv that is so much more dependable but much less alluring. How would you like that?
Sigh. You know I could never leave you. Bollocks.
Yours forever,
Wankah Robin
I’ve decided to do more Anglophile reviews as that is what is mostly happening in my life right now. I have a lot of good stuff to share and I think I’m sort of an expert now.
The Basics: Sugar Rush is about a 15 year-old girl, Kim(played by Olivia Hallinan), who has an intense crush on her best friend Sugar (real name is Maria Sweet, played by Lenora Crichlow who is also in Being Human). They live in Brighton England (where I desperately want to visit now because of the pier), which has a lot of character to say the least. Kim’s family are a bunch of characters as well with the mother sleeping around, the father being clueless and the son who is “confused” to say the least.
The Good: There is no show that is so honest and funny as well. You really grow to love the characters, even Sugar who is a bit of a chav grows on you. Kim is by far the best thing about the show. I love how she starts off a bit plain and grows up right before your eyes. I don’t know if it was intentional or if the actor herself was coming into her own. Also the show is blessed with a young Andrew Garfield, who my husband refuses to believe is going to be the next Spiderman.
The Bad: It can be a bit over-the-top with the sexual situations such as swinging and sex shops but that is also part of it’s charm. Also, the show was also cancelled after the 2nd season. The season 2 finale left the viewers on a bit of a cliff hanger.
I definitely recommend, if not just for her:
Here is a list of the little things that bring me bliss, in case you were ever wondering.
1. Cuddling with one of my furkids, 99.9% of the time it’s Pilot.
2. The perfectly made iced latte.
3. A quote that says exactly what you are feeling at that very moment.
4. Finding a pair of jeans that seem to have been made just for you (this hasn’t happened in years).
5. Rollercoasters (I haven’t been on one in years since Manly Man hates them).
6. Watching the sun rise (I’ve done this a few times but not yet with Manly Man, I plan to).
7. Just sitting by the lake and watching the water sway.
8. A shot that in that moment you swear nobody else has ever been able to capture.
9. The whole house being clean, even if just for a day.
10. Someone noticing you changed your hair or lost some weight.
11. Listening to a cd of my favorite songs.
12. A picnic.
13. A really good hug.
14. Finding a new hobby that really wakes you up and makes you smile, like Postcrossing.
15. Recommending a band, show, book or movie to a friend and finding out they loved it.
16. An outdoor shower (I desperately want one in the worst way).
17. A ferry ride.
18. Fried dough.
19. Lotion with the perfect scent.
20. Jeans fitting a little looser.
21. A good cry and feeling better afterward.
22. A friend knowing when you need some attention and being there without being asked.
23. A new Kevin Spacey movie.
24. Hearing the theme song for Skins or Misfits.
25. Suddenly hearing your “favorite song!”
On my way into the house yesterday after seeing my husband’s band perform live at a nearby bar Pilot showed up ready to go in for the day. As Pilot came trotting up to me I saw he was really dirty, as he often is when he plays outside. As we were walking in I pulled my phone out of my bag and had it in my hand.
I was talking to Pilot, as I normally do, but this time it was mostly:
“You’re such a good boy, yes you are.”
“You’re a dirty boy aren’t you?”
“Who’s my baby boy?”
Then I heard something from my phone, it was voices of some kind. I realized my phone had accidentally dialed my mother at her work phone. I don’t think it left a message though, I think I caught it when the voicemail was playing. Can you imagine how awkward that would be to explain to my mom that I was talking to Pilot and not my husband?
I got this as a forward but I don’t forward emails to the majority of my friends, I tweet them or put it on Facebook so the easiest way to share this was to do a blog post. I don’t understand iPhones and I really don’t understand autocorrect. Can’t people just turn autocorrect off?
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