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Sep. 5th, 2005 09:48 pmI know I've been quiet lately; I keep making posts and then privatelocking them for one of two reasons -- either they seem too irreverent considering what's still going on down south, or they're about the hurricane's aftermath. I've declared that I've said my last words on that for a while, because the thoughts I have now aren't really things that I want, or think are appropriate, to share in a public forum. So they're just private thoughts, and I don't really want to become a polarisation point.
We watched Top Gun tonight, oddly one of my mother's favourite movies. She's seen it often enough that she could say a couple of the more dramatic lines right before the actors did, which made me weep with laughter because my fiftysomething, five-foot-four mum saying "I flew with his old man" and "I'm not gonna sit here and blow sunshine up your ass" is somehow just priceless. And her reaction to the phrase "Gentlemen, we have a hop to take" cracks me up every time.
Otherwise, all has been mostly quiet here. Mum has given up on watching Rome and decided to yield the field to me on Sunday nights so that I can watch it unaccosted; we had a long discussion about it over dinner. She doesn't really seem to get that I agree with her -- the sex is gratuitous and tasteless and the violence, while sometimes necessary, is unnecessarily prolonged. What she doesn't seem to comprehend is that while I agree with her, I'm still willing to put up with the sex and violence because the rest of the show is about politics, and it's really juicy and entertaining for me. For her, the politics aren't interesting either, so she has zero motivation to watch the show.
Bernard, stunningly, sides with her on the Rome question; generally in any discussion I try to have with people, he'll chime in on my side whether he comprehends a tenth of what we're saying or not, which unfortunately tends to weaken my argument as it means I'm battling someone else and explaining his misinterpretation to him at the same time. It's sort of a relief, actually. You mean I get the living room television all to myself for a whole hour? Amazing.
Living with people is hard and I do not like it.
Timon, the misanthrope, am I below. Go, and revile me, traveler, only -- go!
We watched Top Gun tonight, oddly one of my mother's favourite movies. She's seen it often enough that she could say a couple of the more dramatic lines right before the actors did, which made me weep with laughter because my fiftysomething, five-foot-four mum saying "I flew with his old man" and "I'm not gonna sit here and blow sunshine up your ass" is somehow just priceless. And her reaction to the phrase "Gentlemen, we have a hop to take" cracks me up every time.
Otherwise, all has been mostly quiet here. Mum has given up on watching Rome and decided to yield the field to me on Sunday nights so that I can watch it unaccosted; we had a long discussion about it over dinner. She doesn't really seem to get that I agree with her -- the sex is gratuitous and tasteless and the violence, while sometimes necessary, is unnecessarily prolonged. What she doesn't seem to comprehend is that while I agree with her, I'm still willing to put up with the sex and violence because the rest of the show is about politics, and it's really juicy and entertaining for me. For her, the politics aren't interesting either, so she has zero motivation to watch the show.
Bernard, stunningly, sides with her on the Rome question; generally in any discussion I try to have with people, he'll chime in on my side whether he comprehends a tenth of what we're saying or not, which unfortunately tends to weaken my argument as it means I'm battling someone else and explaining his misinterpretation to him at the same time. It's sort of a relief, actually. You mean I get the living room television all to myself for a whole hour? Amazing.
Living with people is hard and I do not like it.
Timon, the misanthrope, am I below. Go, and revile me, traveler, only -- go!
