Is this subtle eye too subtle?
Until I arrived, your last orgy was just
We got sliiightly closer seats for the Jeri Ryan panel.
I was this close to Sir Patrick.
Oh good, we’ve already reached the part of the festivities where white liberal bloggers are congratulating themselves for having defeated racism once and for all via tweeting.
"Except for the field organizers of strikes, who were pretty tough monkeys and devoted, most of the so-called Communists I met were middle-class, middle-aged people playing a game of dreams. I remember a woman in easy circumstances saying to another even more affluent: ‘After the revolution even we will have more, won’t we, dear?’ Then there was another lover of proletarians who used to raise hell with Sunday picknickers on her property.
"I guess the trouble was that we didn’t have any self-admitted proletarians. Everyone was a temporarily embarrassed capitalist. Maybe the Communists so closely questioned by the investigation committees were a danger to America, but the ones I knew—at least they claimed to be Communists—couldn’t have disrupted a Sunday-school picnic. Besides they were too busy fighting among themselves."
Revolution is best loved by those with means
Seventy-four days until election day. Fucking turn up. Fucking vote. Hashtag #FuckingVoteGoddammit.
Five different people separately pulled me aside today to tell me what an amazing a job I’m doing and how happy they are that I’m there. This after my boss insisted on treating me to lunch. Considering that it’s a summer Friday and half the staff is “working from home”, that’s even more strange than it sounds.
It’s always great to hear stuff like that! Don’t get me wrong. Stuff like that can be all the difference between a gulag and a kibbutz. But now I’m thinking about my face. Are they afraid I’m unhappy there? Is my face doing that thing again? That thing where I’m thinking about lunch or a nap or Russell Tovey’s ass, but my permanent bitchface is saying “I hate you all and I’m about to walk out and never come back”?
So I now have managed to experience anxiety about receiving effusive praise from my new coworkers. Wow, Jason. Wow.
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I actually hacked together a cable to hook my VCR to the line-in on my sound card, back in the primitive times, to record a wav of Ruby saying “Hot! Hot! Hot!” I used it as my ‘new email’ alert in Eudora. Possibly the world’s first ringtone.
holy shit, rhyley, you are a champion
I ended up recording .wav’s of nearly every Ruby Rhod line from Fifth Element that summer. I was going through a bit of a phase.
I also recorded Lt. Commander Data’s "Life Forms" ditty from Star Trek: Generations, to listen to whenever I was feeling sad. Nowadays, in a similar situation I’d just google “dancing baby Groot”. Anti-sadness technology has advanced.