It basically boils down to: OH TIM KRING NO
Jack and Ianto (but mostly Jack)
Those who know me pretty well are aware that I’ve been calling my roommates Jack and Ianto since before they moved in. I knew when they first applied to be in the apartment that they were a young gay couple, so I figured that my life would be just one big Torchwood episode with hot gay guys wafting around kissing each other and wearing no shirts. And I was right! Except I got bonus breaking into Broadway showtunes on top of all that.
One day I was listening to my John Barrowman CD when one of them popped his head in and went “OMG is that John Barrowman!?” and I was all “You know who John Barrowman is?” Yeah. My Broadway geek roommates totally know who he is from his Broadway stuff. So I’ve been introducing them to Torchwood and Doctor Who and such. They’ve seen episodes 1 and 2 of Torchwood, and then I skipped ahead to “Captain Jack Harkness” because they were complaining that there was no boy kissing. And besides, most of the episodes in that season weren’t strictly necessary.
My favorite part of watching it with them is throughout one or the other would say “I wish John Barrowman would just kiss that guy,” (meaning the real Jack Harkness) and “OG just stick your tongue down his throat!” But neither of them actually expected that, even though I kept telling them “On Torchwood, there is no subtext, there is no slash.” Still, it was fun to watch their reaction.
Then I followed up with the video of John singing Anything Goes on the set of that episode, because it’s fun, which led me to the YouTube Sidebar of DOOM, which informed me that there was an Official Video of I’m All Out Of Love from John’s latest CD. I was like, “No wai! There’s a video of that?” There is, and it’s just as cheesy as the rendition of the song would lead you to believe.
Clicking on the sidebar of THAT led me to this even cheesier live performance of You’re So Vain, with random, random disco screens in the background.
John is a good singer, but no one has ever taught the boy how to perform when he’s not acting. He is the stiffest dude ever. But THEN! Oh god, then… Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic. Live. And when I watched this, I didn’t pay attention to where it’s live FROM. So the thing that happens at 0:38 came completely out of nowhere. And even then, I did not expect the thing that happens at 2:20. Really did not.
All of us were fucking cracking up at that one. It’s just so…. random. It’s also hilarious to have John singing about some woman he just can’t approach and who he is deeply in love with. Oh Barrowman, you certainly know how to tug at our heartstrings!
This is all very horrific, I know. So I’ll leave you with a final video. Dead Ringers does Torchwood.
KGB Photo For The Win!
Almost all of my favorite pictures of myself have come out of KGB readings lately. Here’s one from this past week (by Ellen Datlow, as always):
There were a bunch of other great shots, too. Evidence at this link.
I used to hate having my picture taken. I still kinda do, but I have now been working on how to minimize the things that I dislike about pictures of myself. I am almost an expert at tilting my head in useful ways. I am also practicing “looks”. Though no matter what I do, I look awesome in this shirt and always will:
Further Thoughts on the Gym
If gym talk is boring to you (it is to many) go ahead and skip. Though it’s not too long a post :)
Yes, I go to a gym to weight train. And though I’m sure this declaration will bring out all the lurkers from the WisCon/Rachel Moss thing (who left such inspiring comments as: you fatty fat ni**er, you’re fat! Yes, literally) to point and exclaim that since I am going to a gym this is proof I totally know how fat and disgusting I am, I can’t bring myself to care. I find it a little sad and a little scary that there are people out there completely convinced that I and anyone else who is not a twig (correction, any other WOMAN who is not a twig) must truly hate ourselves and know deep down that being big makes us awful people.
This is one of the things I discovered from that particular set of trolls. 80% of the comments they left were very similar to the one above. They boiled down to: you’re fat and you’re black. As if these two things were something I was meant to be deeply ashamed of. I feel slightly sorry for people who think such things, because I have a feeling that, if the commenters are women, they actually feel that way about themselves. And if they are men, they feel that way about someone who loves them (and possibly themselves). I can’t feel too sorry for them, though, because they’re racists.
Anyway! That was tangental. But not completely. Because whenever I go to the gym and look around me, I try to suss out if the women who are running so hard or cycling so long or doing those ab crunches or leg presses are doing all that because it makes them feel good or because they hate themselves.
The gym I go to is supposedly a “No Judgment Zone” and discourages weightlifting (which is different from strength training) and competition. I don’t know if the gym’s policy makes that much difference, but I’ve never felt uncomfortable or inadequate or that anyone was paying particular attention to me and how I look. People seem to be there to do their own thing. And if they feel anything close to what I feel when I’m on the bike or doing a machine, they feel pretty good about themselves.
I get a nice sense of accomplishment when I get to the end of a 30 minute cardio program or do that 10th rep. I feel really good when I stretch at the end of a workout. Even the aches the next day make me feel good, because they’re proof that my body is changing, getting stronger, and that much closer to being able to kick ass.
But there are times when I am on the treadmill and I think — jeez, what a bourgeois activity this is, walking in place for an hour. I’ve read a lot of books on how to lift weights correctly and walk correctly and stretch correctly, but people have been in shape for many thousands (perhaps millions) of years without needing a book to show one the absolute correct posture. Not to mention that I am spending money for the privilege of walking in place for an hour, or spinning my legs on something that tells me I have gone 8 miles when I actually haven’t.
And of course I know that, in the past, humans had very different lives that led to being muscular or able to run fast and far and such things. But looking at all the ways and tools we have now to help us get in shape, I sometimes feel like: how did we ever manage before?
The other week on CNN, Dr. Sanjay was talking about a recent poll or study released that showed most Americans knew that certain activities and lifestyles helped prevent cancer — like exercise and eating a balanced diet — but didn’t do those things, regardless. 64% or so said that they didn’t go to the gym because memberships are too expensive. I feel that!
My gym is pretty cheap — $16/month — and has a level below mine. Most gyms are over $60/month, some over $100. That’s a lot of money to lay down each month to walk in place. And the less disposable income you have, the less likely you are to spend it on a luxury. (You’re also less likely to eat foods that are good for you because, haha, those foods are usually more expensive.)
Exercise has become such a business that it looks like an expensive prospect, even without a gym. Getting the right weights in the right increments or getting the right shoes for walking or running (I spent 2 hours in a sporting goods store yesterday just trying on shoes, looking for ones that would support my arch correctly, gah!), getting the right matt for Yoga, the right DVD for Pilates, the right this or that or another. No aspect of fitness is safe from people trying to convince you that it can’t be done right without 3 – 6 tools. Tools that aren’t cheap.
There are times that I wish that my PE classes had actually been an education in being physical instead of a chance to make me feel horrible and have kids who hated me throw really hard rubber balls my way. Why don’t PE teachers teach kids the correct way to stretch? Or how to gain more flexibility? Or how to properly lift weights, or walk correctly, or how to test and improve balance? These would have been useful in my youth. I know that some schools do this — usually rich, suburban schools. It all comes back to money again.
I just want to scream and shake people, you know? You don’t need to spend a lot of money to be in shape, but you do need to spend some time showing people how that works. Everyone is so worried about us being fat? About kids getting diabetes? Make PE useful and not just about playing sports. Make Health class about learning what foods do to your body, not just a semester-long tourure session in which people blather on about how you shouldn’t be having sex.
De-monetize the fitness industry and show people 10 free things they can do to improve their bodies. Tell Jenny Craig to jump off a cliff, because no matter what you eat in what quantities, it all comes down to this: If you sit around all day and don’t move your body — whether by walking, jogging, dancing, playing with your kids, wrestling with your dog, chasing after your cat — you will not lose weight for real. If you starve yourself, your body will not like it. If you deny yourself, your mind will rebel. If you allow yourself to have a variety of good things in moderation, sugar and fat included, you will be healthy and happy and look the way you want.
Okay, I lied, that WAS long. Sorry.
I’m Having A Bad Day
In order to stave off being completely depressed about such a day, I’ll need your help. Post the funniest, silliest, happiest thing you can imagine in the comments.
Pain and Gain
When I got my new job I was finally able to afford to start weight training again. It had been several months since I could work with machines. Freeweights are okay, but I much prefer working more than one muscle at once. Plus, it takes less time. I’m also much more motivated if I know that the gym will charge me whether I come every week or not. No use wasting cash.
Yesterday I went with my roommate who loves the weight machines as much as I do. We’ve been contemplating the ab crunching one for a while since we both love the twisty abs/obliques machine. I tried the crunch last week and found it very useful, so I did it again yesterday. First set of 10, the weight wasn’t enough so I barely felt it. Second set the weight was right and my abs said “Heeeeyyyyy!” Third set, I crunched while alternately raising my legs in turn, which really made my abs go “Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Since the first set had been a bust and I did the leg thing only on the third, I thought, “I should do one more set.”
I am not always as smart as I look.
I crunched down and pulled one leg up. My abs said “All right, I have put up with this shit 30 times already! No more!” and I said, “No pain no gain!” On the third rep, my abs said, “Fuck that! [CRAMP]” and I said, “Quit yer bitchin’.” On the seventh rep, my abs said, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me before, I said [CRAMP].” I said, “8… 9…. 10….! OH JESUS OWWWW!”
I stretched a bit to make the cramp go away, but it was so bad that any time I made a hint at bending forward (like to get my water bottle) my abs said, “We are still cramping and we hate you!” I had to hobble quickly to the stretching area and have my roommate spot me as I bent over backwards on a balance ball. A few minutes of that finally took care of it, but wow.
My overall goals for weight training are not to become overly muscled. I basically want to tone and be in good shape. I don’t do that thing where I just keep going and going until I collapse, making the weightlifter face. So I have no idea why I didn’t listen to my abs and, instead, pushed them until they mutinied. I guess I’ll know better next time.
The other aspect of weight training is that the next day I’m always sore and stiff. Only a little, usually, because I always stretch before and after and then the aforementioned not pushing myself to crazy limits. But I still have to resist walking like a stiff person when I am stiff :) The only way to break the pain-stiffness cycle is to keep moving and not give in to the stiffness. But oh my, today my abs are all, “LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO US,” and it’s painful to stand up, bend over, and any number of other movements. I’m not alarmed, as it’s not acute pan. But it’s definitely time to pay for yesterday. And I knew it was coming. Gah.
This will all be worth it soon. I weight train so that I will be strong enough someday to kick someone’s ass if the need arises. Also, when I’ve built up some muscle, I’ll consider some self-defense classes or martial arts training. I’m not feeling in any particular danger, I just really want the ability to beat the shit out of someone if I need to.
(Does that sound too violent?)
I enjoy things making fun of Twilight far too much
Seriously, it’s like a parallel fandom, making fun of those awful books. Have you all read Growing up Cullen? I blame Alaya for that one. I didn’t think I had it in me to laugh so hard. But oh, it gets better and better. Like this:
Click here for the source.
The last panel where they’re under the rainbow kills me every time. Particularly the puppy in the corner. Sparkling vampires. jeez.
(okay, here’s what is tragically sad and awesome at the same time. The alternafandom of Twilight-mockers? has a name: lolfans. They also have a wiki. Oh Cleolinda, I love you.)
Geek out over old cartoons
This must be short as I am late for something.
Old cartoons, you love ’em. I know you do. Mysterious Cities of Gold? Freakazoid? Danger Mouse? Bananaman? Nickelodeon in the 80s, Disney Afternoon in the 90s, Cartoon Express in the… whatevers. You watched it all, now talk about it today at Fantasy and win some money and make me proud.
Blog for that beer, y’all
Warner Brothers is suing a Bollywood film company because the title of their film is ‘Hari Puttar: A Comedy of Terrors’ and Warner Bros. thinks that name is too much like Harry Potter.
Seriously.
Yet the film has nothing to do with wizards or magic. It is a Home Alone-style story. And according to the article, Hari is a common Indian name, and “puttar” means son.
And also, Jake Gyllenhaal is going to be the Prince of Persia. Oh world.
April 19
I don’t do memes! However, this is interesting (to me). From Wikipedia:
In the Gregorian Calendar, Easter Sunday falls on 19 April more often than on any other date.
Events
1775 – The Battle of Lexington and Concord which began the American Revolutionary War.
1943 – Bicycle Day – Swiss chemist Dr. Albert Hofmann deliberately takes LSD for the first time.
1961 – The Bay of Pigs invasion of Cuba ends in success for the defenders.
1993 – The 51-day siege of the Branch Davidian building outside Waco, Texas, USA, ends when a fire breaks out. Eighty-one people die.
1995 – Oklahoma City bombing: The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA, is bombed, killing 168.
2005 – Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger elected Pope Benedict XVI on the second day of the Papal conclave. (interestingly, the pope before him became pope the year I was born.)
The trend seems to be: bad things tend to happen on my birthday. Seriously, for a string of years it was like a sad little game, trying to predict what horrors I would wake up to the day I became a year older.
I share my birthday with the following people
1979 – Kate Hudson, American actress
1965 – Suge Knight, American record producer
1981 – Hayden Christensen, Canadian actor (dude, this keeps getting worse…)
1946 – Tim Curry, British actor (okay, that’s better)
Holidays
Easter Sunday 1908, 1981, 1987, 1992.
I spent a lot of birthdays in church wearing a dress I hated. At least I got brunch, chocolate, and jellybeans later. But it won’t fall on my birthday again (in the Western tradition) until sometime after 2022. And the earth will be destroyed by then.



