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This Weekend Open Thread is Like A Party Cruise

Without the seasickness, 24-hour buffet or three piece band on the Lido deck. 

Come on in and hang out in the comments. We’ll be back with more delicious articles on Monday, sugarnoodles.

By [E] Selena MacIntosh*

Selena MacIntosh is the owner and editor of Persephone Magazine. She also fixes it when it breaks. She is fueled by Diet Coke, coffee with a lot of cream in it, and cat hair.

40 replies on “This Weekend Open Thread is Like A Party Cruise”

My younger sister, who is 16, is making youtube video blogs (I HATE the word “vlog” – tastes as bad as it looks) and by proxy is infinitely cooler than I am (22, unemployed, degree in English and French and that’s. it.). Sure they don’t have a of views, but damn I respect her for it.

I’m sure everyone’s heard about it, but just in case: the soup kitchen/food bank that Paul Ryan pulled his bullshit photo-op stunt at is getting backlash because the director called Ryan out on it. The backlash, of course, is coming with a big side order of decreased donations.

If anyone has a dollar or two to spare, the food bank could really use it. For every dollar donated they’re able to distribute about $15 worth of food.

I went to an ultimate frisbee tournament up in Vermont with some friends yesterday. I am SO SORE today, I feel like an old old woman (it helps that I think I pulled a groin muscle while sprinting and can now only go up stairs one at a time while holding onto the railing). But it was AWESOME and so much fun. There was beer and costumes, and we came in 3rd! Because we’re big hippies like that…

I had brunch with a friend that I hadn’t seen in ages and found out she’s moving about 15 minutes away from me–yay! Then I finished a significant amount of stuff for my Halloween costume, before moving on to watch some tv shows online. I just got caught up on the third season of Downton Abbey (yes, third!), and now I’m going to watch the first episode of the second season of American Horror Story. I’m hoping I don’t scare myself too badly.

Also, there was torrential rain and hail and even thunder this afternoon, and it was lovely. I do love solid rainstorms.

Feeling pretty good tonight. I spent this morning at a student’s hockey game, he invited myself and the BF (I’m his sometime-counselor/lunch supervisor, BF is his music/art teacher) so we hung with his parents and little sister and I had poutine and hot chocolate for breakfast. Because the game was at 9:30. It was blissful, apart from me not dressing warmly enough and my legs going completely numb.

Tomorrow: Shopping for winter things in Cold Lake! A bit of cooking! Finishing the housecleaning! Exciting life!

Ha! What’s the other one?

I actually like B. Affleck, and I think he’s been the best part of a lot of terrible movies, and a handful of movies so terrible, they’re awesome. (Armageddon.) I’ll concede that the whole Daredevil thing was a misstep. (Aside: I once read a feature or an interview or something about B. Affleck and J. Garner visiting a group of kids, and someone said the kids were going nuts because, to them, Ben and Jen were Daredevil and Elecktra. I laughed and laughed.) I did not see Gigli, so I can’t judge it, but I assume it is also a fair argument for the “Ben Affleck, pshaw.” camp. Just from the trailer, which has stuck with me lo these many years. Pearl Harbor, Reindeer Games, and that terrible snore of a movie with Gwenyth Paltrow are all on your side as well. My argument is falling apart…

Jersey Girl was kind of charming, and he was affable in it. He was fantastic in a cameo in Boiler Room.

How can I still want to like this fella after the series of very bad things he’s unleashed upon the collective consciousness? I don’t know. And that’s the magic of Ben Affleck.

I’ve heard a lot about it and have heard consistently good things about Affleck’s directing with the only downfall being that he casts himself in movies.

I hadn’t seen ‘Gone Baby Gone’ or ‘The Town’ so just downloaded and watched ‘Gone Baby Gone’ the other day. I really enjoyed it.

I know with Argo there was some Canadian stir because it became a typical Hollywood movie making the Americans the heroes while downplaying the importance of the Canadians, but I’m excited to see it nonetheless.

I’m tired as hell. I should be studying for a test, but instead I did a tarot reading on myself using the Housewives Tarot (I saw it was mentioned in an earlier post). I pulled three cards to represent my past, present and future. I got the Star, the Empress and Strength. All positive cards. I was very happy with the Empress as my present as she represents nurturing and such.

I went to pour myself a little port and it didn’t look like there was much left in the bottle. Ooops. Filled it to the rim. Sipping. Sipping… So delicious. Best worst mistake of the night.

In other words I am so over this week and my irritation at the world. Is it weird to be irritated at your own irritation?

Glad to know it’s not just me. The hardest part is that I don’t feel irritated around 95% of people. I’m not irritated at work or by myself or even most of my friends. It’s a small amount of my friends (okay mainly one) and my family that are making me feel like an irritable rage beast whenever I’m around them. I go from bubbly happy elephant to raging stampede in minutes. Then I feel horrible. Does that seem right to you?

I don’t know what these sugarnoodles are that you speak of, Selena, but I now I want some.

On another note: A while ago, I made plans for this weekend with friends. I have a writing deadline coming up. Fast. It’s worrisome enough that I feel bad about keeping those plans and not working. I know I’ll still go out with the friends (it’s important to them), but I also know I’m going to have a terrible guilty feeling of having spent an entire Saturday not working. I know it’s a little ridiculous and I also know it’s unavoidable (I know how my work-guilt brain mechanism works). Sometimes, I really wish I didn’t need to sleep- it might make all the things I need to do actually get done…

I’m also in love with the word sugarnoodle. I’m going to start calling my cats that after they stop being ratbastards.

To the other point? Don’t feel guilty. You have to live your life outside of work/research/education/whatever. I try not to feel guilty for anything; it just winds me up into a miserable ball. Easier to accept a choice and move forward with a clearer mindset. Of course that’s easier said than done but I feel it is a worthy goal. Enjoy your time with your friends!

I feel weird. I need the funniest/Spockiest/Doctor-ish/Benedict Cumberbatch-ish/Batman-ish gifs, pictures, videos, parodies, cartoons, drawings, embroideries, silhouettes, patchwork that you can find anywhere.

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