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I Want You Out of My Head and Into My Calendar

A photo of a white wall with a calendar hanging on it. The calendar is mostly white with orange and blue.
Photo by Charles Deluvio.


We all know the trick of putting something we want to remember in a place we won't be able to help but run into. (Right? We do all know that? Like putting the folder you need to bring to work on top of your shoes?)

This Lifehacker post reminded me that this is not just for objects. It's also for activities or ideas:

"We prioritize the things that make their way into our calendars. The things we quite literally see on our to-do list for the day. We give short shrift to those things that we just keep in our minds."
-Emily Balcetis

I already do this, sometimes. I'll put "do yoga" or "read" on my to-do list for the day so that I actually feel compelled to do it during a more relaxed day of puttering and errands.

The idea I love from this, however, is that I am honouring these smaller desires or tasks by giving them a physical (or digital) place in my life. That actually writing them into my calendar or to-do list respects their importance.


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I Love and Don't Get The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

There is a lot to love about the feminism of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, but also... they really effed up the whole world building thing.
Fan Art by gutostrifeart.

I have recently torn my way through The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.

I loved it! It is like all the cheesier episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer wrapped up in a graveyard. It's about a young woman who has terrifying things happen to her and faces them with very little fear. A bat flies through her window or she sees the claw marks of a beast on her windowsill, and what does she do? Not yelp in fear! She just groans that there will be something else to deal with. It's amazing!

But also... it's got some weird problems.

Problem #1: In this world, witches are literal satan-worshippers, and the satanic religion is just holiness-reversed version of the Catholic church. Like all the same structures and roles of the Catholic church, but "unholy" this and "dishonourable" that. This is a source of cheesiness so profound that the feeling of your eyes rolling distracts you from the story.

Problem #2: Because of this the world of the witches is SUPER sexist! This is totally off-kilter for how witchcraft is supposed to work in real or imaginary life. In almost all fictional witch lore, witches are organized in super feminist or matriarchal systems. In the real world, Wicca is the closest thing to a feminist religion that exists. If I were a witch, I would be super offended. (And actually, the witches aren't but the Satanists are! The Satanic Temple is suing the show.)

Problem #3: They made a terrible mistake. They showed us Satan. Unsurprisingly, it's very, very lame. He is a slightly-larger-than-human walking goat with claws that is supposed to be creepy but is really not. If he is the big power manipulating them all, the one to fear and worship and fight for (or against), then just mayyyyybe he would have been better left to the imagination.

(VAGUE SPOILER ALERT!) I truly disliked the ending. It went against everything Sabrina was doing for the entire season and could potentially destroy all the charm of the show moving forward. However, if there's one thing I can trust it's that they'll find a lame excuse to keep her a plucky little do-gooder in the witch world, even if it also makes very little sense.

I realize this is a trashy teen soap opera wrapped up in the world of witchcraft, just like Riverdale is a trashy teen soap opera dressed up like the Archie comics, but the whole thing feels like it wasn't thought through. At all. It feels like a child raised in the Catholic church played make-believe about Satan worshippers and they just wrote it all down.


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This Wedding is ROYAL

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Yes, I am one of the people who woke up early to watch the Royal Wedding.

I also failed to wake up early ENOUGH, because I trusted the fact that I heard in passing that coverage began at 4am, but the wedding started at 5, so I got online just in time to see the procession. Then I tried to go back to sleep, couldn't, and waited half an hour for all the live feeds to flip into regular videos so I could watch. I might as well have slept in until a humane time, but heck, what can you do?

I don't have a particularly HOT TAKE on the wedding, but here are the things I noticed:

The screen blacked out for a second as Meghan was getting out of her car and I almost threw my cat off my lap.

Harry and Meghan are one of those couples who, every time they look at each other, seem to suddenly be overcome by the joy of being together. I don't care how much you don't care about this wedding, that kind of love is super sweet to see.

Can you imagine the nerves of being asked to do a reading for the ROYAL WEDDING? It's cool, only millions of people will see if you mess up. Everyone looked pretty nervous and serious.

That nervousness didn't even TOUCH Bishop Michael Curry, who gave the homily at the wedding. His sermon was spot on, and it definitely made some people in the crowd uncomfortable. I took notes.

A friend of mine (who woke up at the appropriate time) texted me before I watched that "there were some very simple ways in which this was revolutionary." This Bishop was one of them! He got excited! He quoted Dr. King! He talked openly about slavery! He imagined a world where LOVE rules nations and poverty is irradicated! Think about the context for that kind of a sermon. Freaking. Awesome.

Karen Gibson and the Kingdom Choir singing Stand By Me was amazing. Cry when you listen to it. Cry!

Also, don't hands always look a little funny right up close?

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Congrats, Harry and Meghan!


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Learning About S-E-X


Some kids learn about sex because a parent, older sibling, or other experienced person sits down and actually tells them how it works. This could be good or bad depending on how much that person really knows and if they are being a jerk or not.

Other kids, like me, slowly pieced little tidbits of information about sex together, until it all became clear. It's like Hansel and Gretel following a bunch of breadcrumbs, but instead of bread crumbs they were puzzle pieces and instead of a puzzle it was sex and also many of the pieces were wrong or didn't fit or even have anything to do with this particular puzzle, even though people might insist that they did.

Here are the landmark breadcrumb-puzzle-pieces in my understanding of the whole thing.

Phase One: Book Learning

My mom left a book conspicuously on the bookshelf called Where Do Babies Come From? I don't remember the exact wording of the subtitle, but it definitely had the word sex in it, so it grabbed our interest. (Did she realize she left a book about sex out in the open? Sex is bad, right? Or grown up? We aren't supposed to know about it, right? Will we get in trouble if we read it? Was it an accident? Are we allowed? Excitement! Intrigue!)

Just as (I am sure) she intended, we would secretly pull it down and sneak-read it under the dining room table to learn about sex and sex-related things. It all felt very adventurous and taboo and exciting.

Of course, it was a book geared towards children, so it was a pretty simple delivery of the biological side of things. There was a picture of a man and woman sitting next to each other on a couch, some text about them loving each other very much, and then it jumped to pictures of sperm and eggs.

In the end, mildly disappointing. The sperm and egg are cool and all, but that wasn't the sex part! How did that sperm get in there in the first place? INQUIRING MINDS NEEDED TO KNOW!

Phase Two: Television

My next major event in understanding came as a preteen. (Maybe a pre-preteen? How old do you have to be to count as a preteen? I was definitely in elementary school.)

Here is what I remember: it was summer. Our family was eating dinner outside in the backyard because it was nice out. I finished and went inside to watch TV. We had (as usual) lost the remote, so I was sitting beside the TV, flipping channels by pressing buttons on the VCR to see what was on.

I came across what looked like some kind of teen movie. It was a teenage boy and girl kissing. Then they started taking off their clothes. I repeat: a boy and a girl were kissing and taking their clothes off. I was riveted.

It only progressed to them kissing in their underwear, but I remember sitting there, frozen, staring at the TV. My finger was poised on the button to change the channel and I kept glancing at the door to the patio so that I could flip away should anyone walk in.

It was all very... interesting.

I remember thinking, "This must be what sex is."

Phase Three: An Amorphous Understanding

After that, a slow understanding began to flourish. I saw enough movies and TV shows that suggested (always just suggested, after all, it was the 90s and my parents were pretty protective of what I saw) some more specific actions beyond standing in your underwear and kissing, and I eventually pieced together the mechanics of the whole thing.

Once I figured out that more went on than rolling back and forth with sheets that carefully covered your bathing suit areas, I decided that it was, at least functionally, a very gross activity. I knew that people liked it, and I had feelings that made me very interested in the whole thing, but also that the objective truth of it was that is was gross and messy. I don't think I was entirely wrong.

PS: I literally just realized something as I wrote this: from now on, kids won't get to have this strange, meandering understanding of sex anymore, will they? With the internet and all the porn, it is inevitable that they'll just see a bunch of very adult close ups and immediately know exactly what is going on.

I don't know, that sounds kind of disappointing. The confusion and intrigue and investigation was all kind of fun, if you ask me.

UPDATE: I talked to my mom. Turns out she DID sit down and talk to me, I just don't remember. Huh. Memory is weird.


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Blade Runner then and now: still sexist

Photo credit: Jonathas Scott via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

This summer, I watched Blade Runner for the first time. Now I have seen Blade Runner 2049.

First of all, if you're a huge Blade Runner fan, you can just write me off now: I didn't think the first movie was very good. Before your hackles get completely raised, YES the visuals were beautiful. I understand that they were some kind of advancement for the time. The look and feel of the world was quite something to behold.

It was also a little heavy-handed if you ask me. They really sacrificed storytelling in favour of sweeping imagery.

The movie also includes a straight-up rape that's passed off as seduction and that REALLY sucks. (He tries to kiss her, she resists and tries to leave, he stops her, pushes her against a wall so she can't move and makes her ask for a kiss and tells her to kiss him back like she means it before having sex with her. DING DING DING! That's a rape. Oh, but then she convinces herself that it was actually love and stays with him, as rape victims sometimes do to avoid facing the horrible thing that just happened to them, and so it's okay? NOPE.)

Blade Runner 2049 has some improvements.

The story is much much better. It actually makes sense! The acting is good! It deepens the question of what it means to be human in interesting ways.

The visual world is just as stunningly crafted, and since it uses modern special effects, is quite slick. They also manage the impossible task of having beautiful visuals while still moving the narrative forward. Progress!

The female characters even get to do some interesting things besides get raped. They have some element of agency. (Not too much though, don't worry!)

The background imagery of the world, though, is so objectifying of women it's just tiring. Most sweeping shots of the city include holographic ads for Coca-Cola and for some kind of sex service with a fully naked woman. Travel to another city and find giant statues of naked women. It's nipples, nipples everywhere! And why?

One could argue, perhaps, that the objectification is just a part of the dystopian nature of this future. Except that this "dystopian" future is basically our present, but without our prudishness towards nipples. This leads me to believe that the nearly all-male creator team simply wanted to throw some more boobs into the mix.

Also, I am a bit disappointed in my guy Ryan for perpetuating the narrative that the original movie's rape was part of a meant-to-be love story. I know you didn't write it, Ry Ry, but I still expected better of you.



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How to stay young and hip


Sometimes, just to try to keep up with the times, I'll listen to the Top 40 playlist in Spotify. It doesn't usually take very long before I say, "Ugh, what am I listening to?" and turn that noise off.

This is because I am no longer hip. This is a simple fact, evidenced not only by the fact that I consider much of the new music to be "noise", but also by my 9:30pm bed time and the fact that going to concerts where I have to stand the whole night sounds loud and exhausting.

Still, I like to keep on top of the world of cool things that I don't understand.

Luckily, my job brings in apprentices every year, and they are almost always new university grads. This gives me access to youthful insights as my body and brain insist on continually ageing. Basically, I get to feed off of their youth, year in and year out.

Recent examples:

I learned what "basic" means and that PSL stands for pumpkin spiced latte (these two items are related).

I downloaded Snapchat and then asked them what the heck this was for and what I should be doing with it and then deleted it.

I ask them what music they like and then hope hope hope that I've heard of it! (Sometimes I have!)

The thing is, I only really want to stay in the loop so that I know what people are talking about and to keep my brain from atrophy as I age. In many years, I want to be the grandma who's using hollodecks and not afraid to teleport*, which means that I need to make an incremental effort to check out whatever it is the kids are into throughout my life.

In the meantime, I really just want to listen to the music of my youth and watch old episodes of Murphy Brown and Friends.

*This is, of course, assuming that we haven't had a climate change-related apocalypse and have to support ourselves without electricity on a coastal desert. Then the young and hip thing won't be so important and I should be working on my "squeezing water from a rock" skills instead.


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Angela Jones is marrying Neville Longbottom and that's fine, but she needs to take me under her wing now

I don't get particularly excited about celebrity in and of itself, what is celebrity except being a person who a lot of people know? Big whoop, am I right?

Yet, I hit fangirl level MAX pretty easily. There are artists and musicians who I respect deeply and who I feel a connection with through their work. Who I know (with zero trace of delusion, obviously), would want to be besties and collaborators, if we only got the opportunity to meet and be bosom friends for life.

Then there are fantastical worlds that I just wrap myself up in and never want to leave and I get very excited about anything to do with those words (cough - Harry Potter - cough) and would maybe die if I encountered them in a real way, because WHY AREN'T THEY REAL???

The few opportunities I have had to meet artists I love and respect, I have imagined somehow being able to start a conversation with them where they realize that we are kindred spirits and invite me to hang out with them on tour for a year while we create integrative art/theatre projects that will blow everyone's minds (or whatever, you know, I'm easy).

Launching a best-friendship with a famous (or semi-famous) person you're meeting in a fan-type situation is tricky. There's an essential balance where you have to seem cool and not too excited and interesting and show that you like their work and have a connection to it without gushing because then they'll just think of you as a "fan" and not "their new soul sister."

The best I've managed so far is to play it so cool they wonder why the heck I'm even there OR to say something like, "I really enjoy your work," while staring at them with eyes that communicate the lifelong union of our souls and are definitely the creepiest thing ever.

This is why I need to take Angela Jones out for a drink. This gal managed to snag NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM (aka Matthew Lewis, I guess he has a real name)! They are engaged! You know how it happened? They met at a Wizarding World event in Orlando. SHE MET NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM AT A FAN EVENT AND IS NOW MARRYING HIM.

Okay, so it helps that she is perfectly beautiful in the classic sense that apparently makes boys turn into me when I'm trying to talk to Amy Grant (don't judge, I grew up on her music and she is basically family - in my heart, not reality) and so he probably was the one stuttering and trying to figure out how to play it cool while still showing interest (seriously, how do people do this???).

But still. She was at a fan-bait event and talking to someone from Harry Potter and managed to be normal and interesting enough that they not only talked again, but a LOT more and are now getting married?

This gal needs to teach lessons.




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Let's hear it for the new Iron Man Riri!

Image Credit: Marvel Comics
I am stoked on this!  Tony Stark, whose life has turned into a big ol' mess, is hanging up his Iron Man suit in favour of Riri Williams - a genius black girl who built her own Iron Man suit from scratch in her university dorm room.

BOOYAH!

I love this for many reasons!  First of all, it's been long overdue that these superhero franchises diversify their characters.  I also really love that they worked this into the story in a legitimate way.  I always feel a bit off about "girl versions" of things.  It sets up a boys vs. girls dynamic that almost never ends well, no matter how great the final product is.

This move shows that you can easily work ladies (and people of colour) into a story in a real way, instead of just swapping them in and hoping no one freaks out.

Source: The Daily Beast

Be Really Prepared: Taking Chris Hadfield too far

Boy Scouts and Chris Hadfield: always ready.  Photo from Wikimedia Commons.

I just read Chris Hadfield's book where he talks about always being mega-prepared for every possible situation, planning for every detail, and practicing until you can execute a task with your eyes closed (or floating in space with zero gravity when the slightest mistake could kill you and everyone else).

This is great advice for academic and workplace success, as well as other practical endeavours like climbing mountains or learning how to repair cars or surviving in space.

I wonder, though, about other applications of is advice.  Take his example of being totally ready to jump on stage at a David Bowie concert and play Space Odyssey.  Could we go a little further down that path of being absolutely ready to make something happen, should someone else flip the switch on an event, to a place that's a bit socially uncomfortable?

What are some situations where we could take Chris Hadfield's advice a bit too far?

Getting Engaged

What if you are thinking you might get proposed to at some point in the near future?  Well, if you're Chris Hadfield, you realize that you can't control when this happens, but you can make sure you are totally ready for it.

First of all, practice your reactions in the mirror.  These days there is almost always someone secretly filming the whole thing and you don't want to be ugly crying if it goes viral.  Practice to the point where the phrase "will you marry me?" starts to sound a bit funny and meaningless.

Think about what you are wearing every time you see them: will it photograph well?

Start imagining every possible way they might propose and be ready for it.  What if they want to surprise you with a beach picnic?  Can you slip the shoes off easily?  Bring a few layers just in case it winds up being on a mountaintop where it's chillier.  Bone up on the history of your relationship - some people do extravagant scavenger hunts where you visit important places from your collective past.  Do you remember your major moments?  You might want to start going to bed fully dressed, with make up and hair done, in case they might want to do some kind of midnight kidnapping surprise.

If you are the one who might do the proposing, get ready with all your reasons why they should want to marry you, should they seem uncertain.  Be ready for both celebration and total, crushing heartbreak the night you ask the question.

Remember, preparation is what allows you to relax in the moment and enjoy life while knowing that you will be able to react perfectly in the moment.

Getting Hitched

Again, you can't necessarily control when you are in a situation when you are ready to marry someone, but you can be completely and utterly prepared to execute the perfect wedding the moment you get engaged.

Pick a selection of dates that will work depending on what time of year you get engaged, price out venues, budget, pick colour schemes, attire, decor, guest list, food, and photo booth styles.  What will be beautifully hand-crafted to look rustic-yet-picturesque?  Who will do make up?  Is there a theme?  How will you announce your engagement on social media?

"Okay, honey, we're engaged.  I've got a hold on these venues for these dates, scattered throughout the year.  Here is a list of vendors for the decor cross-referenced with price (how much is your side of the family willing to throw in?  Mine will give this much, and I figure we can spend about this much more).  I picked out three dresses for you to choose from that best suit the Magical Garden of Love theme.  Here are some sample hairstyle ideas.  My guest list options are either 30 people if we're keeping it small or 100 if we're going big.  The tux and groomsmen suits are on hold, I just need to pull the trigger!"

The Death of a Loved One

Sometimes people die suddenly, and sometimes they die in a long, drawn-out way that you see coming.  Either way, you should be prepared!

If you will be in charge of cleaning out their home, start throwing things away now.  Get rid of anything that won't be wanted as a valuable or souvenir.  Nobody is going to want that toaster, so chuck it.  If they keep buying new ones, explain that they are being very inconsiderate to your future self who will have to deal with their remains.

If you might be asked to speak or play a song at their funeral, get that ready.  In fact, just start asking everyone in your life what song they would want you to sing at their funeral.

You will have emotions to process and the only thing that helps with those is time, so you might as well start now.  Every time you see them, choke up a bit, touch their cheek gently, and say "this might be the last time I see you, so I want you to know that I love you."  When they're not around say things like, "I just can't believe they're gone."  This will help prepare you for the real thing.

Spontaneous Travel

You never know when your friend will propose a spontaneous trip to Hawaii or you'll suddenly need to go away to a conference.  Heck, being ready to jump on a plane is also part of being prepared for the death of a loved one.

How do you do it?  Easy.

Always have at least three suitcases packed: one for a colder place, one for a hotter place, and one with a bit of a mix.  Actually, you'll need at least six: a "fun" one and a "work" one for each of these circumstances.  How about, instead of a closet or dresser for organizing your clothes, just have a system of suitcases, all packed for different types of travel (maybe colour-code them so you can keep track of where different items of clothing are).

Of course, you'll need to buy multiples of most of your clothes so that your favourite or most versatile items can be in all the suitcases, and I hope I don't have to remind you to keep your passport up to date and use only travel-sized toiletries.

A Friend Moving Away

Sometimes friends move away.  This can be very upsetting to your life if you aren't ready for it.  The easiest way to prepare is to treat all your friends like they already live far away.  This means you mostly communicate with them via email, Facebook, and WhatsApp.

If you're like me, your communications will start off pretty strong and then taper off to the occasional post on each others' walls or Instagram tagging.  This is perfectly natural!

Then every time they contact you to hang out, exclaim "You're in town?!??!" and assure them you will make it work to see them whenever they want.  When you say goodbye, give them big, big hugs and say that it was so nice to see them and you are so glad they called, and you'll be sure to be in touch if you're ever near them.

A Friend Moving Back Into Town

Just as quickly as one friend will announce they are moving away, another will announce they are coming back into town.  Friends moving back can mean many things: they may need a place to crash for a few days (or weeks) before finding their own home.  They may need a lot of emotional support if they are returning due to a bad circumstance.  They may want to hang out a ton to make up for lost time.  They may be broke or have come into money.  They may need help moving or finding a place.  The possibilities are endless!

Make sure you're constantly aware of what's out there for new rental apartments.  Scour Craigslist in your free time, and contact the occasional landlord to check about things like pets, so you can let your friends know exactly what their options are when they return.

Keep your schedule pretty loose and free so that you can cancel or move things around to help them out as needed.  Of course, this won't be too hard because you're treating all your local friends as if they live far away, so you probably don't really have any plans.

A Break Up

Sometimes people dump you, completely out of the blue.  Be Chris Hadfield: be prepared!

Whatever stage your relationship is in will determine what other practical means you need to have prepared.  If you've just started dating, have a pint of ice cream, a bag of chips, and make sure you have a few friends always ready to jump in and watch a distracting movie with you (this will be tricky because all your friends live far away, but I heard one might be moving back soon!)

If you're cohabiting, then good thing you're keeping your eye on all the Craigslist apartment listings in your city and have all your things in suitcases.  Moving out should be pretty easy.  Alternatively, practice throwing all their things out onto the sidewalk.  The key is to throw them hard enough they land right in the middle of the sidewalk and get in everyone's way, but not so hard they land in the street.  That's a hazard.

Of course, there are the emotional walls to put up so that you don't risk actually having your heart broken, but most of us do this fairly naturally.  No explanation necessary.

Sure, it's possible that being constantly prepared to get dumped and proposed to at once will be tricky, but I believe in you!  Work hard!  Plan for every detail!

How much money could you get for the elements in your body, and other fun facts about you and me.


Here is a fun website!  Using your birthdate, gender, height, and weight, the BBC can tell you a whole host of details about your precious little body.

Some fun facts about my soul-cocoon:

It has a magnificent 3.8 million sweat glands (that explains something).

The elements in my body are worth about $2,118.  I'll take it!

Anyone who wants to murder me: you'd only need .005-.05oz of arsenic.

If I were to wear the ant man suit, my atoms could reduce to the size of a red blood cell.

My ovaries weigh .2lbs and about 1 inch cubed in size.

I have "shed my skin" 429 times.

They say I have shed 352 fl oz of tears, but they don't know how easily I cry.

If I weren't keeping on top of it, my armpit hair could have grown 78 inches.  Sweeeeeet.

Try it out!  How much money is your body worth?  Share your favourite results.

Inspiration! Felicia Day says you should sign up to do work that isn't fun

I just finished reading Felicia Day's book You're Never Weird on the Internet (I will be doing a Book Club post about it shortly!) and among her pseudo-awkward-isms she threw in this little gem:


"Sign up for the daily work, not the payoff."
-Felicia Day

Okay okay, so of course none of us sign up for the purpose of doing the day-to-day work.  Nobody's like "I just want to painstakingly compare every line of this budget spreadsheet to every line of this general ledger, for no ultimate reason whatsoever!", or "can I sign 500 letters before tai-folding them and putting them in envelopes that then need to be individually addressed and stamped and sealed and taken to the post office?", or "here, let me cut all this fabric into skinny strips, just to do the work of cutting fabric into hundreds of little skinny strips, with no ultimate goal in mind!"

(Yes, I realize that some people might have read those things and gone "oh, that sounds like fun!", but you get my drift, right?  And maybe you wouldn't want to do it every day for a long time without a final goal attached to it?)

So we aren't signing on for the daily work for the purpose of just doing that work, because that's boring and mind-destroying.  Since we can't just sign up to be the head writer of our own TV show or to have a fully-operational theatre company or even for "regular" jobs that aren't sexy to write about in inspirational blog posts but are actually necessary and valuable and challenging and rewarding, like being a nurse or a teacher or head accountant or whatever, without some unpleasant daily work, though, I guess we'd better be signing up for that to.

learning! a guide to online education


There are loads of places to get an education for free online - Edupunk has a complete guide for you here!

if i had all the time in the world

I would just stand in my window in extravagant dresses, holding my cat, and staring at people.

I want that to be what people mean when they call me the cat lady.

A defense for a non-zombie Jesus

I know Easter is already old news this year, but I was just reading old blog posts of The Blogess, because somehow I only JUST discovered her which is really insane because she is brilliant, and she made some joke about Easter and saying the eff word a lot on Easter (but she said the real word), and it reminded me of a bone I have to pick.  Not with saying the eff word on Easter.  I'm pretty sure Jesus doesn't care about the eff word because it didn't even exist yet.

I've noticed in recent Easters that people like to make zombie-Jesus jokes.  Stuff like "Happy Zombie Jesus Day!"  Which is supposed to be really cool and daring because it's taking a day that's all sacred for a whole bunch of people and making into a zombie movie.  Like this:


Hahaha, I get it, you think the idea of Jesus raising from the dead is just as realistic as zombies, hahaha... 

HERE'S THE PROBLEM WITH THIS LOGIC.

1. How sure are you that zombies aren't real?  So sure you would stake your Dawkins-level-pretentious atheism on it?

2. If you are an atheist, which you probably are if you're calling Jesus a zombie, you probably follow Science like it was Jesus.  Well I'm pretty sure the scientific method advocates actual RESEARCH right?  Well then maybe you want to do a little research here.  Because there are basically two schools of thought of where zombies come from.  The first is basically that zombies are dead people who have been put under the equivalent of the Imperius curse from Harry Potter by a sorcerer.  The reason why this is wrong is that it's stupid.  And I just found out that this is a possible explanation for zombies and can't currently think of a good argument against it, but if someone did raise Jesus from the dead to control his body, don't you think they would have done something way different with it than just make it fly away into the clouds?  I mean, if I were a sorcerer raising a seriously influential rabble-rouser from the dead, I would probably be doing so with a reason, like maybe to discredit him by making him jump out of his tomb and say "NOT!" and then fall down dead again or something.  Or to trick people into thinking he was still alive and then turning them to whatever evil-sorcerer plans I had, like giving me all their money, or ducats, or whatever they used back then.

The second school of thought, which is by far the most prevalent in current society and thus the only one this should be measured against because it's pop culture zombies and not voodoo zombies that people are referring to in these jokes, generally involves some kind of infection that a living person gets that destroys their nervous system (or something) and makes them into rabid dogs who bite other people and turn them into zombies.  They may or may not want to eat your brain.  THIS is where the faulty logic comes in.  First off, Jesus totes actually died according to the reports (and the reports are the only evidence we've got - SCIENCE), and no one says anything like "all of a sudden in the middle of the crowd flogging Jesus someone came up and injected him with an experimental psychotropic drug!" or anything that would indicate possible infection pre-death.  Also, there is nothing in the reports that after raising from the dead Jesus tried to bite all the disciples or lurched around moaning or anything.  He just said a bunch of nice and slightly confusing stuff, and then flew into the clouds.  Done.  He didn't even bite ANYONE.

3. Think about it: if Jesus was a zombie, why didn't he use his Jesus powers to make everyone else into zombies or get all their brains or whatever it is that zombies want to do?  He had mega-powers, y'all.  He could have made every zombie's dream come true.  And then there wouldn't even be any Bible or anything because nobody would be alive enough to write anything down after that, and I'm pretty sure all that healing of people would be pointless.

4. Speaking of healing, Jesus had mega-healing powers too, and was also probably a pretty serious Occlumencist (to refer back to the idea of Jesus being imperiused), so if he was infected or if someone was trying to control him, I'm pretty sure he could have taken care of that business.

The Definitive Clearing Up of Basic Psychology Terminology III

Today's term: cognitive dissonance.

Cognitive dissonance is one of those terms that is taught in psych 101.  A lot of people take psych 101 because they think they should, but actually have no real interest in the divine field of psychology.  This causes them to wind up using this particular term WRONG.  Then they make me ANGRY.

The real meaning of cognitive dissonance: it is the uncomfortable feeling caused by holding to contradictory ideas simultaneously.

Examples of real cognitive dissonance:
-I believe that I am a good person, yet I sneak onto the bus occasionally, thus stealing and lying and cheating.  Good people don't steal, lie, and cheat.  These are contradictory ideas and I feel uncomfortable because of it.
-I believe that people are more intelligent and caring in general than we give them credit for, and then am forced to accept the fact that these same people keep electing conservatives.
-I believe that vegetables are good for me, yet I never eat them.
-I believe that the children are our future, but I don't really like hanging around them for very long.

All of these belief-parings cause me some kind of cognitive distress.  I believe one and I believe the other one in equal amounts.  What does it all MEAN?  What do I do with these conflicting beliefs?  How can my brain hold them both???!!?  It's like I don't know what the world means anymore.  This feeling is cognitive dissonance.

The FAKE meaning of cognitive dissonance: any kind of psychological discomfort.  If you are feeling confused, that is not cognitive dissonance.  If you have a tired brain, that is not cognitive dissonance.  If you are unhappy, that is not cognitive dissonance.  That is confusion, tired brain, and unhappiness.  These are feelings.  They are bad feelings, but on their own they are not cognitive dissonance.  Cognitive dissonance occurs only when these bad feelings are caused by holding two conflicting beliefs simultaneously.

Now I know what you're thinking: I get it!  Who cares?  Well, little grasshopper, this is who cares: everyone.  You know why?  Because cognitive dissonance causes people to do crazy things.  Take my first example into account.  I can't hold the belief that I'm a good person at the same time as knowing I do something good people don't do.  So what happens?  I either decide not to do that anymore (change my actions and become the person I believe myself to be - this is the hardest one to do), or I change my belief and decide that sneaking onto busses isn't that bad (change my beliefs - it's the easiest one to do but the most dangerous because then it's a slippery slope to drugs and murder.)

So what I've just said is that cognitive dissonance leads to drugs and murder.  It may sound like a ridiculous statement, but it's actually kind of true.  It also leads to people being imprisoned wrongly, to corporate thievery, and to mean lawyers.  So now you must understand that such a dangerous and powerful term should NOT be misused.

Happy belated birthday FREUD!

Dear Freud,

Your birthday was 4 days ago.  I am sorry I missed it.  I would say it was an accident, but you wouldn't believe me.  I supposed subconsciously my not knowing the date of your birth reflected my actual desire to not go out of my way to look it up.  You got me, Freud!

I always thought you were kind of interesting, but I'll admit it was mostly in a freak-show kind of way.  Like how you thought little boys all wanted to have sex with their moms - did you realizing you were admitting that you totally wanted to bone your mom?  Or when you said that women should only have vaginal orgasms if they're mature adults and single-handedly effed over women's sexuality for years to come.  I mean, I guess it's not your fault.  You probably didn't realize that while your theories would be totally disregarded in all real psychological research and instruction, they would become pop culture's only understanding of the field, causing men and women everywhere to feel inadequate sexually simply because they don't understand the real physiology of a lady's sexy parts.

So, if you were still alive you'd be 154 years old.  That's really old.  You would probably be super-alzheimer's and call every girl you saw Anna O.  What would your theories say about that?

Here, for your birthday, I drew you a picture:

Why I Am Already an Old Lady I

In many ways I am a young, hip, urban girl who's up with the latest jazz.  I know how to use the internet without bothering to care how it works, I wear ridiculous sunglasses, I am down with social media, and so on.  In so many other ways I am already an old lady.  One of the many ways I am an old lady is my unfortunate inability to follow internet memes or understand why they are good.

A few months ago I was hanging out with Roomie and some of her friends, and they were talking about LOLcats.  I had heard of these "LOLcats" before, but I never understood what they were.  Were they cats laughing?  Were they videos of hilarious cats?  Were they people dressed as cats holding signs that say "LOL"?  What were they?

I don't know if this is big enough for you to read, but this comic made me realize that LOLcats are a real thing and that I didn't understand them.  Unfortunately, it did not help explain them.  Also, I didn't get Rick Rolling...

Apparently, they are pictures people take of their cats and then write stupid, misspelled things in the on them that somehow relate to what the cat is doing.  Apparently the first one was a really fat cat saying "I can has cheezburger?"  Thus explaining why I kept hearing people say "I can has [insert random thing here]" and thinking it was hilarious.  Apparently, people were not satisfied with writing misspelled things on pictures of cats, but had to start creating LOLcat versions of things where they use all the bad grammar and typos and make a well-known piece of literature (ie: the Bible) "hilarious."  (Please read those quotation marks as incredibly judgmental and sarcastic.  Thanks!)

I understand that these misspellings are common typos and/or abbreviations people often use online, either by accident or on purpose.  Yes, I too occasionally type "teh" instead of "the", but then I correct it and move on.  If somehow, I don't catch the typo before posting something, I die of embarrassment inside and either fix it or publicly shame myself for it like any decent person would.  What I don't do is encourage it by creating an internet meme centered around it!

I also understand that cats are adorable and often hilarious.  I mean, what's funnier than this:
That hilarious video would have never been possible without a cat!  And what's more adorable than KITTEN WARS?  (PS: My baby Percy was a Winningest Kitten!  Take that!)  I just don't get what's so funny about this:


Do you?  Can you honestly tell me it's funny?  Granted this is probably a "bad" LOLcat, but I think that's like saying something is a "bad" Nickelback song.  I mean, really.

I also had to have Rick Rolling explained to me, and still don't think that's very funny either.

Because I am already an old lady.

The Definitive Clearing Up of Basic Psychology Terminology II

Today's installation in The Definitive Clearing Up of Basic Psychology Terminology is dedicated to schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia is a psychological disorder marked by the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.  Delusions, whether they be visual or aural are common in schizophrenics.  They may believe that they are being followed, and are often highly suspicious and untrusting of others, assuming that people are plotting against them.

A schizophrenic does NOT have multiple personalities.  That is Multiple Personality Disorder (or Dissociative Personality Disorder?  I can't actually remember the exact name of it so I'll just call it Multiple Personality Disorder for now.)  There is still debate amongst psychologists if Multiple Personality Disorder actually exists - if it's actually possible for one person to house two or more distinct personalities that are entirely independent of one another.

It may seem like a schizophrenic person has multiple personalities on occasion, if they are in a delusional state that, for example, has made them suddenly and severely afraid for their lives.  They will be acting distressed and panicked and will not listen to your reason, much like any person might if they honestly and truly believed that they should be afraid for their life.  These are not distinct and independent personalities, but extreme delusional beliefs.

Similarly, If you see a schizophrenic person having a conversation with themselves, they are not having a conversation with one of their separate personalities, but probably with external voices that they are hearing.

So next time you refer to a real or hypothetical person as schizophrenic, make sure you don't mean to say that they have multiple personalities.

Thanks!  This has been an episode of The Definitive Clearing Up of Basic Psychology Terminology.

A Defense of Citation Styles

Yesterday's rant on the terrible evil undergone by the formerly-good-people-of-the-MLA-citation-style-now-carelessly-malicious-jerk-stores made me think more about citation styles in general.  Here is a story about them:

Once, I had a boyfriend.  (I know, this story is really good already.)  He was in school and I was done school.  He had anger issues towards very specific stimuli, the main one being school and the little hoop-jumpy things a person has to do when they're in school.  As anyone who's pursued higher education (and wound up with a useless degree that guarantees nothing but the ability to act like an expert about a topic whilst serving coffee) knows, profs are often sticklers.  They will make you do little, ridiculously specific things when writing papers, and then dock you marks if you don't do them, even if your paper was brilliant.

Former Boyfriend (I don't really like to say "ex" - it sounds kind of jerkish to me) had recently encountered such a scenario where he lost marks on a paper because when presenting the two arguments he would be exploring in his introduction, he did not say the literal words "the first argument is... the second argument is...", but (I am assuming) tried to be a little more interesting and creative in how he presented the arguments.  This lead to an awful tyrade on professors, the uselessness of school, papers, and, eventually came down to the stupidity of various citation styles.  Apparently it is stupid to have more than one citation style: MLA, APA, Chicago, and a whole bunch more including one called the Vancouver System!  So Awesome!

I am a non-boat rocker, and when Former Boyfriend would get all worked up about things like this I'd often try to calm him down by pointing out the other point of view, which would only make him more annoyed, and then I'd get all freaked out and not say anything because I assumed his anger at school would somehow glom onto me even though it never (or rarely?) did.  Regardless to say, this is one of the reasons he is Former Boyfriend.

In retrospect, however, I would like to defend the use of multiple citation styles.  I know it's annoying as a student to have to learn new styles if you ever take a class in a different specialty, and to have to constantly search for free websites online that will explain how to do it and provide clear examples and that you know will be telling you the right way because it's the internet and it could be wrong and then you'd be effed.  However, it really does make sense.

Now I know you're all getting riled up already.  How does it make sense?  You ask.  It's all the same information and we're being forced to present it in slightly different ways!  It's just another way for The Man to control our lives and make us miserable!  Well, I can't argue with that, it's probably true.  However, I do have an actual defense.

In each field of study, different information is important.  For example, if I'm writing a psych paper and following APA, as I should be, I will include the name of the author and year of their publication in my citation.  In psych research, the year something was published is very useful information!  If I am referencing some research that is 50 years old, that matters.  If I am building an argument based on the ongoing changes in findings in a field, it makes it a heck of a lot easier if I say the year of each bit of research as I cite it, so that people can follow.

In MLA, alternatively, which is mostly used for language and humanities-type writing, the year is less important.  Especially if I'm writing about some great work of literature, it's way more helpful if you know the title of said great work, as well as the page I'm referring to.  A lot of great works of literature are effing long.  Do you want to read through 1,000 pages to try to find the evidence for the argument I'm making?  NO!

Now you may be arguing that only losers go check on the evidence for an argument in a scholarly paper.  To that I say, you may be right, but losers are the ones who discover new things and make advancements and do research and whatnot, so they're actually not losers at all but really awesome.  Also, they created these citation styles for use amongst themselves, so it makes sense that as experts furthering the knowledge of some-subject-matter-or-another, they want to be able to check up on each other's arguments.  It's not their fault that we've created an education system that allows apathetic 17 year olds to gain a perfunctory education in their area of expertise from professors who would much rather be doing the research and furthering said area than teaching this introductory drivel over and over again, and who just want to have the apathetic 17 year olds' ridiculously inane papers written in the format they use for everything else so that they don't have to decode this idiot-child's personal citation style while trying to force themselves to read 50 papers a year on a feminist reading of freudian theory that all think they are being very ground-breaking but are all completely stupid and a waste of life that is just swimming on paste their window, and IS THAT REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK?

(That may have been my best run-on sentence ever.)

Note: When I say Former Boyfriend had anger issues, don't go thinking this was some kind of abusive relationship.  I mean, he would get what I thought was way too angry over little things, but I am the antithesis of a person with anger issues and almost never get mad at anything (to the point where when I do actually get mad I have to ask people if I'm being reasonable or not because I always assume that my anger is without grounds), so when I say someone has anger issues it probably just means that they get angry a normal amount at normally angering things.

My Grammatical Foundations Have Been Slapped

I am UPSET.  I was taught, as I'm sure most of you were, that TWO SPACES after a period is the way to go with proper grammar.  Thus have have been perplexed in years to come when typing and "publishing" things on the internets and the two spaces are automatically reduced to one.  Why?  I asked myself.  Why would they take my immaculate grammar and make it horrible?  It drove me nuts!  I would go through emails and blog posts and facebook thingies and insert the second space, only to find that upon "publishing", the space was GONE!

Now, I find, after reading this post on the hilarious Hyperbole and a Half, that someone actually effing changed the rule.  WELL EFF YOU EFFERS I'M NOT GOING TO FOLLOW YOUR STUPID NEW EFFING RULE I WILL USE TWO SPACES UNTIL I DIE!!!

But I will probably stop going through things and trying to force the second space in there now.  Maybe instead I should learn computer programming and fix all the computers in the world so that they keep the double space, thus shoving it in the FACE of those douche-faces at MLA who just decided it would be fun to change the rule.  You can't just CHANGE grammar!  It's not RIGHT!  Next they're going to be all like "you know what?  A sentence can be comprised of all single letters and numbers that aren't words but are meant to represent other words.  That's cool by us."  y r u SO STUPID?

Note: I say "publishing" in judgmental quotation marks because it just feels wrong to call a blog comment, facebook status update, or tweet a publication.  Technically I guess it is because publishing can be defined as making your words available to the general public for consumption, but I guess I am just an elitist.  In fact, I balk every time I post something here and have to click the button that says "Publish Post."


Note Pt. II: I realize that these blog posts (I think) actually retain my double-spacing upon "publication", thus hindering my argument a little.  All I know is that many times I have typed things into little web "publishing" forms and then been horrified to see the butchered, single-spaced results.  Seriously, it doesn't make any sense.  The double space makes for a much more aesthetically pleasing and more organized-looking paragraph.  Don't you think?


Note Pt. III: Does anyone else who lives in BC feel weird about the fact that MLA both refers to the committee that chooses rules for grammar and citation (but only in certain fields of study) and to the massive jerks who run our province?


Note: Pt. IV: The use of the term "slapped" as opposed to "shaken" or "rocked" or any other commonly used term in relation to the harming of a foundational belief is in direct reference to the worst play I ever saw, a play I got the horrifying pleasure of seeing just a week ago.  In the playwright/director's notes in the program she specifies that the play "will slap your foundations."  That is a good indication of the quality of writing in the rest of the play.  Maybe I will write more about how terrible it was later.