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Aug. 31st, 2006 10:37 amIdlewild was good. ( here's why... only incidentally spoilery )
I seem to have lit a firestorm in one of the comms with my popcorn rant from yesterday. I'm somewhat annoyed that people latched onto a minor detail and dismissed the whole - I really didn't want to start a whole "But I like/have to drink/worship/prefer Diet Coke" debate. At some point though, simply because the whole topic has pissed me off yet again, I'm going to have to write a definitive rant about it and then give up soda entirely in a fit of pique. And this is completely aside from the whole "aspartame is (questionably) evil" thing, BTW, that's been done into the ground, and it can be said that HFCS is about on par with it in evil. I've got greater issues with the stuff other than how much better apparently Diet Coke actually tastes, that pretty much lead to an objection as to why the stuff is even sold, and if it has to be, why it's marketed as "Diet" Coke.
No, please don't start the shit up again in comments to this entry. I realize I've got a f-list of diet coke drinkers, and please let it be known that you all have heard me bitch about it at various points. Answer my rant when I actually write it.
I had this weird existential thought process this morning that there is precious little one can put 100% solid faith in. Not other people, cause that whole free will thing makes them inherently unstable. Not things, cause they can be taken away from you or destroyed. Not even your physical self, cause you never know, you might have an aneurysm and keel over at the end of this sentence.
Everyone still with me? good.
So what's left? It kind of leaves you with murky abstractions, like faith, love, truth, justice and the American way, ha ha. But all of them are highly subjective. So what really is there?
I'm not depressed. I'm just thinking too much.
Seems like funeral homes are the theme of the week, seeing as I just saw Idlewild and am in the middle of Fun Home, which is wonderful so far and makes me want to trek up to vermont simply so I can give Alison Bechdel a big fat kiss. (Not that I and pretty much any comic-ally inclined person that at any point in their lives identified as a lesbian between 1983 and now didn't want to before.) It makes me want to draw again... amidst the 6000 other projects. *rueful grin* Seems like memoir graphic novels are everywhere now, and they're just so much... I guess more relatable than normal (auto)biographies. *shakes head* Anyway, read it if you have a chance. Even if you can't relate to DTWOF. (BTW, Q, you did indeed give me Carbon Based. So I'm only missing one.)
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I seem to have lit a firestorm in one of the comms with my popcorn rant from yesterday. I'm somewhat annoyed that people latched onto a minor detail and dismissed the whole - I really didn't want to start a whole "But I like/have to drink/worship/prefer Diet Coke" debate. At some point though, simply because the whole topic has pissed me off yet again, I'm going to have to write a definitive rant about it and then give up soda entirely in a fit of pique. And this is completely aside from the whole "aspartame is (questionably) evil" thing, BTW, that's been done into the ground, and it can be said that HFCS is about on par with it in evil. I've got greater issues with the stuff other than how much better apparently Diet Coke actually tastes, that pretty much lead to an objection as to why the stuff is even sold, and if it has to be, why it's marketed as "Diet" Coke.
No, please don't start the shit up again in comments to this entry. I realize I've got a f-list of diet coke drinkers, and please let it be known that you all have heard me bitch about it at various points. Answer my rant when I actually write it.
I had this weird existential thought process this morning that there is precious little one can put 100% solid faith in. Not other people, cause that whole free will thing makes them inherently unstable. Not things, cause they can be taken away from you or destroyed. Not even your physical self, cause you never know, you might have an aneurysm and keel over at the end of this sentence.
Everyone still with me? good.
So what's left? It kind of leaves you with murky abstractions, like faith, love, truth, justice and the American way, ha ha. But all of them are highly subjective. So what really is there?
I'm not depressed. I'm just thinking too much.
Seems like funeral homes are the theme of the week, seeing as I just saw Idlewild and am in the middle of Fun Home, which is wonderful so far and makes me want to trek up to vermont simply so I can give Alison Bechdel a big fat kiss. (Not that I and pretty much any comic-ally inclined person that at any point in their lives identified as a lesbian between 1983 and now didn't want to before.) It makes me want to draw again... amidst the 6000 other projects. *rueful grin* Seems like memoir graphic novels are everywhere now, and they're just so much... I guess more relatable than normal (auto)biographies. *shakes head* Anyway, read it if you have a chance. Even if you can't relate to DTWOF. (BTW, Q, you did indeed give me Carbon Based. So I'm only missing one.)
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