Part of what has been awesome about the many hits coming into the Champaign, Illinois that I wrote a few months ago has been the many creative spellings of "Champaign" (and a few creative "Illinois" spellings).
Until I saw this:
Yeah. This blows creative spellings of Champaign, Illinois right out of the water. The search words are "according to the old ninetysixers, is champaign ill bad"...
The band is called Old 97's. Really, really close. One number off. I've also never seen anyone spell out "ninety-sevens" before when referring to them. Named after the Johnny Cash song, Wreck of the Old 97.
Anyway...did you know there are people using Bing now? Yeah, me neither.
On the train (392 Saluki!) up to Champaign from Carbondale, the above song came up on shuffle.
I really, really loved this song in high school, but never had the stomach to listen to it whenever I was actually going through a similar situation. I mean, "Now I don't know and I don't care if I ever will see you again" comes right after she practically begs to know if he's still thinking of her. Begs to know if he's losing sleep over her.
And the video? As close as you get to washing a man right out of your hair...er...laundry. Its painful, your hands are going to blister from the hot water, but when you're done its all clean and you're exhausted and it was totally worth it.
Lyrics:
do you eat sleep do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep do you count sheep anymore?
do you sleep anymore?
do you take plight on my tounge like lead?
do you fall gracefully into bed anymore?
I saw you as you walked across my room
you looked out the window -- you looked at the moon
and you sat on the corner of my bed and you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head
Now i don't know and i don't care
if i ever see you again
i don't know and i don't care
if i ever will be there
do you eat sleep do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep do you keep me anymore?
you kick my foot under the table
i kick you back can't say that i'm able
to stand for you or fall for you ever again
wish for a perfect setting
wishing that i am letting you
take me where you want me all over again
you can't give yourself
absolutely to someone else
now i don't know and i don't care
if i ever will see you again
i don't know and i don't care
if i ever will be there
i saw you as you walked across my room
you looked out the window -- you looked at the moon
and you sat on the corner of my bed
and you smoked with the ghost in the back of my head
do you eat sleep do you breathe me anymore?
do you sleep do you count sheep anymore?
do you sleep anymore?
i don't know (do you eat sleep do you breathe me anymore?)
and i don't care (do you sleep do you count sheep anymore?)
"Frankly, my dear - I love you, too," Clark Gable said, and crushed her in his arms. "I've always loved you!"
There's a knee jerk reaction to this, that they're fucking with literature and they should just leave it the hell alone. The happy ending comes at the price of meaning. And in some cases, yeah, okay, I get it. The ending to the movie for I Am Legend had that feel, yeah.
But changing the parts you don't like is what fan fic is all about. And maybe sometimes parts need to be changed. Maybe I want to change the end to Lost, because I hated the end and I knew what I wanted to happen with it, and it didn't.
In case you've forgotten the ending to Gone With The Wind:
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I can't sleep because I'm thinking about the charges against Julian Assange. And the trolling. And Sady Doyle and her ladybusiness.Yeah, I know. Specifically, what I'm thinking about is what people say about this specific part:
Later the same week, according to the police report, Ms. W got in touch with Ms. A to try to seek out Mr. Assange, after he had failed to keep a promise she said he had made to call her. In the conversation, the report said, the two women discovered that both had had sex with Mr. Assange without a condom. A friend of Ms. A’s said in an interview this summer that the two women then decided to insist that Mr. Assange have a test for sexually transmitted diseases.
Women be bitches, amiright? I mean, Jesus, all this guy wanted to do was have sex without a condom! These two ladies were just mad that he was sleeping with the both of them at the same time! Hell hath no fury like two bitches scorned, AMIRIGHT??
Hey, but don't believe me! Let's just look at the top rated comment from a news article on MSNBC.com:
If someone has wronged you the best way to get back at them is to convince everybody around you that the person that wronged you is a rapist or a pedophile. Then watch the world make him a villain and want his head on a stick.
But there's another interpretation of the fact that those two met with each other. And dude, since interpretation is all ANYONE has been doing about this, lets go ahead:
You meet this guy that you idolize. He's kind of a rock star hero, in a political sense. He's exposing corruption, which is something that you happen to really believe in. You love that he's making information free. Your knees get weak around him and, yeah, you are sexually interested in this hero of yours. And he's at your apartment!
Oh My God, you think, things are going so well! He's stroking your leg! He's interested! Only. He gets a little rough, and you say no. He gets rough and breaks your things. He won't wear a condom. You say no. He doesn't take no for an answer. You feel weird about this. Your hero, this guy that you freaking idolize, that you respect, isn't respecting you back. But most of all, you said no.
But maybe you caught him on a bad night? You're confused. This guy is supposed to be good. Good guys don't rape.
You feel sick to your stomach. What happened to you was not an isolated event. This is a guy that didn't take no for an answer. This girl you just met has never had sex without a condom and is now scared that she might be HIV positive, because apparently the only way this guy will have sex is without a condom. This is a guy that will do this again. And again. And again. Unless he is stopped. So you and the other person band together, and it is your mission: not to let this happen to anyone else.
Is that what happened? I have no idea, but its certainly plausible from the police report that was leaked.
Now, I have no doubt that he's being targeted because of Wikileaks. Would he be extradited on this charge were he not the founder of Wikileaks? Probably not. But does this mean that he didn't rape those women? Is there some kind of natural law that I don't know about, that says that progressive guys don't commit rape?
Anyway. I've been kind of in awe of Sady Freakin' Doyle the last couple of days, with her twitter campaign calling out American "Progressives" who insist that Assange must be innocent at the hashtag #Mooreandme, so named because Michael Moore posted part of the bail money, and then went onto Keith Olberman to spew a bunch of nonsense:
I'm sorry, but its not just a broken condom according to the police report. Its the allegation of non-consensual sex while sleeping WITHOUT A CONDOM that gets me. And, honestly? If you say that you won't have sex without a condom, then the person you are having sex with does something to render the condom null and void without telling you...that's wrong. You consented to sex WITH A CONDOM for a reason. Not continuing to wear one is rape, because permission for unprotected sex was NOT GRANTED.
Anyway. Much love to the Sady Doyle, who has taken the world onto her shoulders. And just my two cents. I've been sitting with this all weekend.
[Edited to include this awesome picture:
I added Sady's twitter to my RSS and she has not disappointed!
What can I say, proof this woman has taken twitter by storm]
From the fictional writings of Quellcrist Falconer:
The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it PERSONAL. Do as much damage as you can. GET YOUR MESSAGE ACROSS. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous makes the difference, the ONLY difference in their eyes, between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it's just business, it's politics, it's the way of the world, it's a tough life and that IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.
When people tell me they aren't really "into" politics, that its boring... I've had to temper my own reaction. You don't vote because you don't care? That's what they [politicians, the establishment] want. So they can fuck you over as much as they want. Refuse to extend YOUR unemployment benefits, offer YOUR money to bail out Wall Street...
And then they dick around not repealing Don't Ask, Don't Tell. It makes me sick to my stomach EVERY TIME I see this on the news. Like, this should be the easiest rights giving we've ever done! Ever! And its still not done. Health care got done, for God's sake!
Anyway. I've still got that page bookmarked, and I sort of want to put it on a card to hand to people when they tell me that they just don't follow politics.
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had that feel, yeah.
, because I hated the end and I knew what I wanted to happen with it, and it didn't.
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