Oh right, I have GIFs for this.
and lest we forget:
Yes, actual Christmas is past us, but the spirit lives on, particularly in the dying poinsettias I have returned to find at my office.
Christmas cookies, tree decorating, visiting relatives -- all things my family fought over in the past few days. But no, it was a splendid holiday, rife with jewels like my three brothers and myself watching Sharknado for the first time and seeing my one-and-a-half-year-old niece deftly keep the remote away from my brother, continuing a proud family tradition.
Whilst at home, I finished The Great Emergence, which is about the direction the Church as a whole is taking, so LOOK FORWARD TO THAT REVIEW, EVERYONE, and other than that, I did basically nothing. I worked a bit on Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center on the train home while too obviously trying to hide the title from my seatmate. "What? Oh, no, I'm a super-fun person. I am. DON'T LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU -- THIS IS IMPORTANT SCHOLARLY WORK. Not...like...a lady being mad about minor things."
That book really is hideous to have people see. Not only is the title exactly what one would expect, but the font is '70s, which evokes stereotypes we're all trying to get away from. And it was published in 1984! Why! New, non-rounded fonts were available! Of course, what one should be talking about is how society is the problem and we should all be able to carry around books with 'feminist' in the title and not feel cringey, BUT at a certain point you have to accept realities and work with society so they don't pre-judge you and you can yell at them about other things that matter without being tuned out.
In related news, I love pop music. A lot. I can speak expansively about Britney Spears's discography, and I have strong opinions on late '90s boy bands. But my brothers and I watched the entirety of a Katy Perry documentary over Christmas and WHILE I LOVE SOME OF HER SONGS -- and we're not even going to get into I Kissed a Girl and its MULTITUDE of problems -- E.T.? Really? I somehow missed you when you were a hit, but even though I still guiltily listen to the former song, I cannot even condone you. I CANNOT.
REALLY? Someone greenlit that? Because you've covered it with the guise of "Hey, it's called E.T. so it's all about aliens -- she doesn't mean it about a person. Obvs."
IT IS INSIDIOUS AND SEEMINGLY TRIVIAL STUFF LIKE THIS THAT CAUSES UNCONSCIOUSLY-FORMED AND DANGEROUS THOUGHT PATTERNS IN OUR SOCIETY. Damnit.
Anyway. Yay Christmas! I got makeup. And one book. (Why Classical Music Still Matters -- I know, I'm becoming almost TOO fun) And also a lesbian Marie Antoinette movie I discovered/freaked out about late one night on tumblr.
Five days to finish two more books and pass my 2011 stats. Because that's obviously what it's all about. Whatever, 2011 sucks. 2013 shall be better in all ways, including reading stats. Also, you all better post pictures of the books you got or I shall be most seriously displeased.
and lest we forget:
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| Keep your lips to yourselves, drunkies |
Yes, actual Christmas is past us, but the spirit lives on, particularly in the dying poinsettias I have returned to find at my office.
Christmas cookies, tree decorating, visiting relatives -- all things my family fought over in the past few days. But no, it was a splendid holiday, rife with jewels like my three brothers and myself watching Sharknado for the first time and seeing my one-and-a-half-year-old niece deftly keep the remote away from my brother, continuing a proud family tradition.
Whilst at home, I finished The Great Emergence, which is about the direction the Church as a whole is taking, so LOOK FORWARD TO THAT REVIEW, EVERYONE, and other than that, I did basically nothing. I worked a bit on Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center on the train home while too obviously trying to hide the title from my seatmate. "What? Oh, no, I'm a super-fun person. I am. DON'T LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU -- THIS IS IMPORTANT SCHOLARLY WORK. Not...like...a lady being mad about minor things."
That book really is hideous to have people see. Not only is the title exactly what one would expect, but the font is '70s, which evokes stereotypes we're all trying to get away from. And it was published in 1984! Why! New, non-rounded fonts were available! Of course, what one should be talking about is how society is the problem and we should all be able to carry around books with 'feminist' in the title and not feel cringey, BUT at a certain point you have to accept realities and work with society so they don't pre-judge you and you can yell at them about other things that matter without being tuned out.
In related news, I love pop music. A lot. I can speak expansively about Britney Spears's discography, and I have strong opinions on late '90s boy bands. But my brothers and I watched the entirety of a Katy Perry documentary over Christmas and WHILE I LOVE SOME OF HER SONGS -- and we're not even going to get into I Kissed a Girl and its MULTITUDE of problems -- E.T.? Really? I somehow missed you when you were a hit, but even though I still guiltily listen to the former song, I cannot even condone you. I CANNOT.
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
REALLY? Someone greenlit that? Because you've covered it with the guise of "Hey, it's called E.T. so it's all about aliens -- she doesn't mean it about a person. Obvs."
IT IS INSIDIOUS AND SEEMINGLY TRIVIAL STUFF LIKE THIS THAT CAUSES UNCONSCIOUSLY-FORMED AND DANGEROUS THOUGHT PATTERNS IN OUR SOCIETY. Damnit.
Anyway. Yay Christmas! I got makeup. And one book. (Why Classical Music Still Matters -- I know, I'm becoming almost TOO fun) And also a lesbian Marie Antoinette movie I discovered/freaked out about late one night on tumblr.
Five days to finish two more books and pass my 2011 stats. Because that's obviously what it's all about. Whatever, 2011 sucks. 2013 shall be better in all ways, including reading stats. Also, you all better post pictures of the books you got or I shall be most seriously displeased.
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