I’m sitting here staring at how to resurrect a hand-written sentence that I can’t easily erase/scribble out where I meant to say “both dogs and humans” but now I’m stuck at “both g” because my stupid brain decided to be dyslexic tonight.
Tag: yeah
On the plus side I’ll probably be able to finish a bunch of dramas I’ve been meaning to finish all year.
Things I have done today:
- Move my car so it wouldn’t get a street-sweeping ticket
- Say “hi” to a neighbor who happened to be walking back from the coffee shop as I was staggering my still-sleepy way back to the house after moving aforementioned car
- Watch dramas
- Contemplate the empty vastness that is the fridge and realize the things I’d left behind before my trip are expired and need to be thrown out
- Pull out a trash bag to empty fridge
- Eat ice cream
- Watch more dramas
- Realize I got distracted from cleaning out fridge
- Watch 1N2D
- Fridge still not clean yet still mostly empty
- Remember to set alarm to move car in case I forget tonight so I don’t get a street-sweeping ticket tomorrow
- Make elaborate plans to be productive tomorrow
- Watch more dramas
Lee Soo Hyuk The Man Living in Our House Press Conference
Me, while unpacking toiletries: Darn it, I forgot my face wash.
Me, suddenly remembering where I am: Oh.
“There’s a scene, late in the movie, with Kate McKinnon, that made me feel like I’ve never felt at a movie before. (No, it wasn’t the vibrating chair talking, this was real.) I should confess: Some of this is personal. My favorite character, in any big action-ensemble movie, is always the demolitions guy: the mad scientist, the weapons expert, the damage-dealer, the one who just wants to see stuff blow up. I say “demolitions guy” because he’s always a guy; they never cast the mad scientist or gun nut as a woman. But in this movie, he’s Kate McKinnon.
So she gets the scene these guys always get, in a movie like this. She has a wonderful new toy. The film slows down. She starts moving, and sure enough, she just starts unleashing raw havoc everywhere.
Something in my chest opened up. This is it, I realized. This is the thing I never got to see before. The scene where the demolitions guy is a girl. I was right: It actually does feel different when it’s a girl. This must be how guys feel every time they watch one of these movies. This is it, the version that’s for me, the scene I always wanted, and it’s here.
I don’t know what that feeling was, or how to describe it. But here’s the best way I can: For all the talk about “childhoods,” I got exactly 30 seconds in that movie where I felt like I was 8 years old again. Except that it was better than being 8 years old. It was like being 8 years old would have been, if the world had been fair.
I didn’t realize the political implications until I was out of the theater. I didn’t realize that this was also an openly queer actress, playing a more-or-less openly queer character (and we could do with more “more” and less “less,” Sony), that it might have hit other people in the audience even harder than it hit me, and for that reason. I didn’t think about anything, except that a woman was getting the same big slo-mo blowing-shit-up scene a million guys have gotten, and that scene is awesome. I’ve always loved that scene. Women aren’t treated as a big boundary-breaking historic symbol of progress and equality, in this movie. They’re treated like people.
And then you go out into the real world, where thousands of people are trying to hurt Leslie Jones on Twitter, and everyone hates Ghostbusters again. The same world you went into Ghostbusters to escape. But you can escape it, for a little while, in that theater. There’s a reason we need movies like these, after all.”
– Sady Doyle, These Times
fun with numbers
As of last Saturday morning, my queue had dwindled down to a measly twenty-something posts, which was mildly alarming because it meant there was a very strong chance I would run out of the daily Hoya, and that would just be unthinkable.
I’m pleased to report, thanks to the Infinite Effect Advance concert and Hoya’s solo stage, the queue now stands thusly:

I hope you like a shirtless Hogod. I know I do
Also this:

has happened in the past few days since I last grumbled about spam blogs. I’m pretty sure all y’all can’t be spam blogs (or maybe you can?). I’m not sure why you’re here or where you’re from or if you know what you got yourself into, but consider this your official welcome to my world.
I’d read a novelization of Signal. Just sayin’.