|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2008-03-24 22:09:00
|Current music:||Ruby Red - Heather Nova|
|Entry tags:||friends, movies, politics, real life, school, tmnt|
Lessee... what have I been up to the last few days?
Friday: participated in the LJ strike. Yes, I'm a whiny little fangirl, get it out of your systems. It's not the basic accounts, man, IJ has ads. It's the lying and treating us like we're stupid. And even if advertisers are the "real customers" now as I've seen it stated, the userbase is the content provider. We are the reason LJ is making money off those ads in the first place, and we do have power in this relationship. They ought to have more respect for us than to pull this underhanded shit.
*whew* Okay, I'm done.
Saturday: went out in the evening with _kyri and lighttomoyo. We went bowling (_kyri and I sucked) and roller skating (we all kind of sucked) and to dinner, and much fun and liberties with each others' boobs were had by all. And I was out until 1:30 in the morning, whee. ^_^
Sunday: cleaned up in the basement a little, then poptartodoom called to say she was in the area, would I like to do something? As luck would have it, Mom and I had already been planning to see Horton Hears a Who, so one more person was only of the squee. We did like the movie, for reference; was very cute. Although during the scarier parts I kept thinking, "Horton, you're a damn elephant. You outweigh everyone else in the jungle! Just stampede the hell out of them, for heaven's sake!" But then he wouldn't be Horton anymore, and this wouldn't be a kid's movie anymore. And I wonder if I ought to be worried about myself. Actually, the best part of the movie was an unintentionally-funny one: I heard a few weeks ago about a pro-life group that picketed the movie (using the "A person's a person, no matter how small" thing as a springboard); when I actually saw the movie, there was a segment where the Concerned Citizen Ubermom villainess was inciting the other jungle dwellers to an Angry Murderous Mob using the familiar "Think of the chiiiildreeeen!" line. I wonder if any of the picketers actually saw the movie, and what they thought of that scene. Real life dramatic irony for the win, in any case.
Today: I got much farther on my projects, which is good as the mod ends next week. *eyeroll* Aaaand of course the printer is broken. Argh. Also, I heard a nasty rumor about how few colleges take transfer credits from the school that gets forty thousand dollars a year from me, but I'm trying not to think about that until I graduate. I really, really, really don't need anything else to worry about.
Also, apparently the President is visiting the base on Thursday. He's giving a speech at the Air Force Museum in the morning, and taking over half my dad's office building to give pep talks to the people who lost family in Iraq. (The death toll - just for Americans, mind you - hit the 4000 mark on Easter. Happy resurrection day, Jesus.)
They'd talked about it, of course. Whether it would be better to be human, or at least pass for human; whether they would take the chance if offered.
They knew how humans treated their freaks, and they, not even being mammals, couldn't expect even that level of kindness: doctors, labs, a messy death on a sterile table somewhere awaited them all if they were discovered by the wrong people. Every time they went aboveground they took their lives in their hands. They had seen the sun only a handful of times.
They discussed all these things many times as they grew up in the sewers, and they always came to the same conclusion.
No matter what the world above threw at them, they just loved being turtles.