Sunday this and that
Oct. 26th, 2003 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenLong, fun day involving a trip to Brooklyn to visit with Older Brother & family, then back to the folks' house to watch Buffy. I now present random tidbits of my day.
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TBQ: So have you been watching I Love the 80s?
Older Brother: Strikes Back? Oh yeah!
TBQ: My friends and I have been doing the nostalgia thing because of it. There's one thing that's driving us nuts though. We cannot remember the name of it. Do you remember that computer game? That you played on the IIe? The one where you go back in time and try to get the dino eggs and -
OB: You mean Dino Eggs?
TBQ: Oh shut up.
***
For the record the Indiana Jones ripoff game was called Aztec.
***
Mom and Dad, who went with me to Brooklyn, did the grandparent thing and brought presents for the kiddes. One for Mouse, another for Annika. Mom attempts to trick Mouse into a reading exercise with this by handing over her present with her name clearly written in big letters on the side.
Mom: Do you see the name? Whose name is it? Who is this present for?
Mouse: [looks at the name, notices that this is the much smaller present, proudly announces] Annika!
***
One of the eps the folks and I watched tonight was Beauty and the Beasts. So that's pretty much the first ever known instance of the Martiphor, huh? Sheesh, subtle much? Not that I don't like the ep and all but man does it leave something of a bad taste in your mouth after the failed therapy session that Marti attempted to make s6. It's kind of like Claudia in IWTV. On her own she was a cool character, then you read more of Anne Rice's books and realize no, Anne just isn't capable of writing any form of underage character who isn't way older than their years while at the same time trying to encourage all the adults around them to engage in pedophilia. Say what you will about Spike being on Angel now, but at least we can rest confident that the poor boy won't be bastardized to Hell and back because Marti can't let go of a grudge.
***
Told Mom and Dad about Alyson getting married in real life, though their firm anti-spoiler policy (clearly I am adopted) means I couldn't tell them to who, other than it was an actor she met on the show. Dad then guessed it was Seth Green, to which my Mom rolled her eyes and said "I think he's a little too busy with his boyfriend to be marrying her."
TBQ: Who in the what now?
Mom: His boyfriend.
TBQ: You know something I don't?
Mom: Remember when we saw him on Punk'd? After they were done there was that guy he was hugging. You didn't get a boyfriend vibe off of that?
TBQ: Wow. You... apparently have better gaydar than I do. That's a little scary.
So not only is my mom a secret slash fan, she's apparently down with RPS.
***
Also had a nice conversation with Mom. She's been reading this book on how to be a good grandparent and apparently one of the things they talk about in there is how to handle it when it turns out one of your grandkids is gay. One of the things they discuss is how difficult it can be for the kids when they become teenagers and their awakening hormones start to clue them in on the possiblity that they may not be batting for the hetero team. The book talks about how this can make them feel depressed and alienated. Mom, not having thought of that before, then asked me in the car ride to Brooklyn if I had gone through anything like that (specifically the feeling depressed and alienated part, but also for the whole), which I thought was cool. I told her no, because even though I did have an idea of my sexuality back then there wasn't really a time when I could point to not knowing, so I hadn't gone through the weirdness of thinking I was one thing and then finding out I was another. Plus being bisexual meant I could still be down with any girlfriends (er, that's girl space friends, not females I was dating) who wanted to talk about cute boys.
Also most of my high school friends were inThe Gay Outreach Program Drama Club, so you can imagine how comfortable they were with alt. sexualities.
Still, neat that she would at least try to retroactively give me support for that.
***
Beyond that I got nothin'. I'm still feeling the aftereffects of that flu-y thing that got to me this week so I may just call it an early night.
Oh - and it was decided today that we're doing Thanksgiving at my place this year. Woohoo! I love holiday cooking =)
***
TBQ: So have you been watching I Love the 80s?
Older Brother: Strikes Back? Oh yeah!
TBQ: My friends and I have been doing the nostalgia thing because of it. There's one thing that's driving us nuts though. We cannot remember the name of it. Do you remember that computer game? That you played on the IIe? The one where you go back in time and try to get the dino eggs and -
OB: You mean Dino Eggs?
TBQ: Oh shut up.
***
For the record the Indiana Jones ripoff game was called Aztec.
***
Mom and Dad, who went with me to Brooklyn, did the grandparent thing and brought presents for the kiddes. One for Mouse, another for Annika. Mom attempts to trick Mouse into a reading exercise with this by handing over her present with her name clearly written in big letters on the side.
Mom: Do you see the name? Whose name is it? Who is this present for?
Mouse: [looks at the name, notices that this is the much smaller present, proudly announces] Annika!
***
One of the eps the folks and I watched tonight was Beauty and the Beasts. So that's pretty much the first ever known instance of the Martiphor, huh? Sheesh, subtle much? Not that I don't like the ep and all but man does it leave something of a bad taste in your mouth after the failed therapy session that Marti attempted to make s6. It's kind of like Claudia in IWTV. On her own she was a cool character, then you read more of Anne Rice's books and realize no, Anne just isn't capable of writing any form of underage character who isn't way older than their years while at the same time trying to encourage all the adults around them to engage in pedophilia. Say what you will about Spike being on Angel now, but at least we can rest confident that the poor boy won't be bastardized to Hell and back because Marti can't let go of a grudge.
***
Told Mom and Dad about Alyson getting married in real life, though their firm anti-spoiler policy (clearly I am adopted) means I couldn't tell them to who, other than it was an actor she met on the show. Dad then guessed it was Seth Green, to which my Mom rolled her eyes and said "I think he's a little too busy with his boyfriend to be marrying her."
TBQ: Who in the what now?
Mom: His boyfriend.
TBQ: You know something I don't?
Mom: Remember when we saw him on Punk'd? After they were done there was that guy he was hugging. You didn't get a boyfriend vibe off of that?
TBQ: Wow. You... apparently have better gaydar than I do. That's a little scary.
So not only is my mom a secret slash fan, she's apparently down with RPS.
***
Also had a nice conversation with Mom. She's been reading this book on how to be a good grandparent and apparently one of the things they talk about in there is how to handle it when it turns out one of your grandkids is gay. One of the things they discuss is how difficult it can be for the kids when they become teenagers and their awakening hormones start to clue them in on the possiblity that they may not be batting for the hetero team. The book talks about how this can make them feel depressed and alienated. Mom, not having thought of that before, then asked me in the car ride to Brooklyn if I had gone through anything like that (specifically the feeling depressed and alienated part, but also for the whole), which I thought was cool. I told her no, because even though I did have an idea of my sexuality back then there wasn't really a time when I could point to not knowing, so I hadn't gone through the weirdness of thinking I was one thing and then finding out I was another. Plus being bisexual meant I could still be down with any girlfriends (er, that's girl space friends, not females I was dating) who wanted to talk about cute boys.
Also most of my high school friends were in
Still, neat that she would at least try to retroactively give me support for that.
***
Beyond that I got nothin'. I'm still feeling the aftereffects of that flu-y thing that got to me this week so I may just call it an early night.
Oh - and it was decided today that we're doing Thanksgiving at my place this year. Woohoo! I love holiday cooking =)
