Posts tagged Reblog
Posts tagged Reblog
I’ve not really been blogging here on G-C-U for a while not because I’ve been caught up with my other Tumblog : Another-Interweb-Scrapbook. [Link Works, Hopefully] :p
I don’t have much to report at the moment, shut away in my flat with T, keeping myself entertained, getting on with recurring chores and enduring the mundanity of everyday life plus reading comics and books, watching TV Series and Films, writing lists and faffing on the interwebs, etc.
Although my other blog isn’t primarily a Craft/DIY blog, a lot of posts in relation to that sort of thing have been really well received and even featured, which is kinda cool :D
I thought I might reblog some of those posts to share them with everyone following me here too. So here goes…
P.S. Maybe check out my new blog if you like what you see - it’s a Scrapblog, so I mainly post pictures and/or gifs of various things and write some little tagline or journalling related to the topic underneath. Whereas G-C-U is more like my diary/my journal - I’m just too distracted to write in it a lot of the time haha ;p
I had to put this behind a cut because it’s way long for Tumblr, but I really hope you’ll read it because I think it’s a very important post.
I started discussing this a little bit here, but I wanted to expand on the idea of how shopping on a very tight budget works, because obviously some people have no idea. I will add the caveat that this is how shopping was done in my family, by which I mean shopping with food stamps for a family with no dietary restrictions, with access to a car, and in a rural area of the U.S. Obviously each family’s needs are different and that is why food prescriptivism - which, remember, is a form of body policing - is fucked up.
Coincidentally, a lot of my own shopping habits mirror many of the points and explanation made in this post. I think a lot of people look down on the general diet of a low income household because they think they likely just eat crap because they’re lazy and/or ‘don’t know any better’, sure in some cases it may be true, but most of the time people in that situation are just trying to do the best they can given the obvious restrictions. I just think we all need to consider and be aware of our own individual privileges in relation to the issue of surviving on a low income.
I think, people who are fairly skint, but still want to eat a varied diet, generally end up having to put a lot more thought into their shopping decisions than people with money because for some people every penny counts and it can be exhausting! I carefully calculate our monthly budget and take time to work out where our money is going, how it can stretch to feed us for a month and it can be really disheartening sometimes.
So yeah, I think it’s an interesting topic, maybe read the aforementioned post if you think so too.
I totally identify with this blog piece because… (paraphrasing quotes):
Blowjobs and I have a complicated relationship, and that has a lot to do with me being fat. See, I’m good at giving blowjobs. Really good.
I haven’t been as vocal as I’d like to be about my love of giving blowjobs because I’m fat, and when fat chicks go down on a cis guy, they’re doing it because they’re desperate. Or emotionally damaged. Or seeking male attention. Whatever the reason, it’s never a positive one and it’s always related to fat being something you have to overcome when dating. So I’m reluctant to go ahead and fulfill that stereotype.
Read the article, it’s tres cool.
I am F.A.T… You bet your ferns I am ;p
Bleeding Cool has posted reports from yesterday’s road show in Texas. And here you go:
You won’t be seeing Donna Troy yet in the new DCU, nor the Stephanie and Cassandra Batgirls. They haven’t been killed off though, just…
Douglas Adams. (via theloveableloner)
Shouldn’t consider such notions within the four am hour, I sorta feel insignificant, to be honest I feel like that a lot of the time. I’m gonna go cheer the eff up *nods* Does make you wonder though, doesn’t it?
This is kinda what I’m like when I get a new notebook :/ I think, ‘ahh, the lyrics I shall pen, the stories I shall scrawl, the creative projects and blog worthy lists I shall conceive of…. this will be the sacred notebook, the one to rule them all and bind them; no pages shall be removed for scraps, no empty notations shall be made, I shall keep this beauty free of all mundane household budgets and grocery shopping lists’.
But alas, it is never the way. After a few weeks have passed *shrugs* if it’s handy and I need to write… I will succumb :(
Why I have 1,000,000 Sketchbooks
Pages 2-9 have been used to write grocery lists, then they are put in a box with the rest of the monstrosities.
Hear this… for it is Gooooooood! :p
Alkaline Trio - This Could Be Love (Acoustic)
From the upcoming Damnesia album.
Generally don’t reblog on a whim but I adored Carnivale, it was a cocktail of pure brilliance! Reminding me, yet again, why I fucking hate when networks cancel fantastic shows… *insert expletives of your choosing*
If you’ve never seen it, watch it! It’s only two series long and I swear it’ll change your life… I don’t know exactly how, but it’ll leave a shard of something honest in your mind because it’s neither inherently good nor bad, it just lays the story out and lets the chips fall where they may.
Best show ever! Think of it like x files and deadwood had a baby!
1934, America. The Dustbowl. A fugitive named Ben Hawkins finds refuge within a traveling carnival comprised of a tarot card reader and her catatonic/telekinetic mother, a blind mentalist, a bearded lady, and conjoined twins, amongst others. The carnival is owned by the mysterious and unseen Management, who has designs on the young Hawkins, for the boy is concealing an untapped gift: he can heal the lame and raise the dead—at a price. Ben also finds himself disturbed by cryptic and prophetic dreams, which he shares with a Methodist preacher in California, Brother Justin Crowe. Brother Justin, convinced by his dreams he is following God’s will, has begun to practice his own extraordinary talents, although the preacher’s plans increasingly lead to disturbing and tragic consequences. In this “last great age of magic,” Ben Hawkins and Justin Crowe are moving toward a great conflict between Good and Evil, although it not yet clear on which sides these men will stand.
102 After the Ball Is Over
104 Black Blizzard
106 Pick a Number
107 The River
108 Lonnigan, Texas
110 Hot and Bothered
111 Day of the Dead
112 The Day That Was the Day
201 Los Moscos
202 Alamogordo, NM
203 Ingram, TX
204 Old Cherry Blossom Road
205 Creed, OK
206 The Road to Damascus
207 Damascus, NE
208 Outskirts, Damascus, NE
209 Lincoln Highway
210 Cheyenne, WY
211 Outside New Canaan
212 New Canaan
Anyone seen this? PLEASE tell me if you have. Is it good? Is it creepy? I hope so! SO INTRIGUED.
KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. WATCH THIS SHOW KAY.
So, my cold and bitter heart has scant room for love of a tv show, right? And most of that room is dedicated to William Shatner’s ass in Star Trek: The Original Series. Star Trek: The Next Generation sneaks in under my youthful indiscretions - I was young, okay? I didn’t know what I was doing!
There’s a show called American Gothic that totally broke my heart because it got canceled. (You might like it, though it’s a little dated now - mid 90s tv but Gary Cole is this evil evil thing.)
And then… Oh, Kay. Then there is Carnivale. Which for a brief two seasons ignited my love of short-form drama on the small screen as though I had money to spend on cable and time to watch it every week. It’s creepy. It’s got the occassional bit of impenetrable mystery that just makes no freaking sense whatsoever. It has lovely lovely fat people - including both a dancer and the bearded lady. Ambiguous sexualities! People’s motivations are hard to suss out! Strange things happen! Clancy Brown is disturbingly hot in a clerical robe! There’s Russian proverbs! And painful depictions of some of the fucking awful things that happened to people during the Dust Bowl.
It’s not SATISFYING in some ways - it was meant to have, like, a five-season arc but HBO canceled it after two seasons and said it was good enough. It broke my heart all over again. But I have the soundtrack and I write to it.
absolutely everything Marriane said. BEST FUCKING SHOW
THE FIRST EVER TUMBLR MIX EXCHANGE!
Here’s how it’ll work:
1. Send an email to email@example.com with your name, address, your email address and a link to your tumblr (if you’re comfortable with that). DEADLINE FOR ADMISSION IS APRIL 23RD.
2. Wait while we compile the applicants and pair everyone up!
3. Keep an eye on your email for your partner’s info and instructions.
4. Make your mix and send it out before the deadline! (Mixes should be on a recordable cd or cassette, however keep in mind that not everyone can play cassettes so you would have to discuss this with your partner, and should include some sort of packaging/art. You don’t have to necessarily be an artist. You can make a collage or print out a favorite picture.)
5. Receive a mix from your secret music pal and enjoy.
'So sad about the Scientology’… I agree, it also makes me weep when people admit they’re Christian, or Jewish, or Muslim, or… (fyi, sarcasm) :/ yeah, WTF?!
I didn’t know being a Scientologist was akin to having some hideous life threatening disease; did I miss the memo? Should I really be saying, ‘Oh woe, his affliction, it’s such a shame!’ *tuts* he’s not out of his mind, it’s his choice, his belief so although I personally think the religion is absurd I still think he, and other people, have the right to have that faith without being judged and scorned because it doesn’t singularly define him and everything he does.
PS. This is not meant as a personal ‘dig’ at the blogger who commented, just my opinions in reference to the comment itself (which obviously wasn’t meant with malicious intent but it’s still a harmful and unendearing thing to say); this is basically my response to anybody else who pre-judges like this on the basis of religion/faith.
Zac Efron lets Vanessa walk first so people know how amazing she is.
Will Smith does THIS.
I love him. It’s so sad about the Scientology.
As Previously Posted By:
I generally only reblog the odd piece of genius and this post qualifies by miles; I completely identify with this, in so far as I was loudly aiming commentary toward my netbook in response. I don’t want compromise, I don’t want to be ‘niche’, I want access to the same clothes, in the same quantities, without a special fucking sign; screw you high street and your fat body quarantine. Are we’re supposed to be so grateful they even bother about us, that they bother to provide any sort of fashion for the larger sized person, that we can’t ask for more? are we not entitled to ask for the full normalised shopping experience? or is that just pushing our luck.
When I was a teenager, I was a real tomboy. Jeans, hoodies, over sized t-shirts, my closet was littered with all of this. I shopped in the mens section of every clothing shop my mother took me to and on some occasions even found myself wishing I was a boy. Boys had it easy, at least when it came to shopping for clothes…