Dance like it hurts.

I idolize the Rat Pack. I prefer listening to the Beatles on my record player. The best song to blast in your car stereo while driving is "Bohemian Rhapsody". I watch Nickelodeon, Comedy Central, CBS, or the Discovery Channel (when I bother to watch TV). I am currently battling against my addictions. The addictions are winning.

I make t-shirts when I'm not an ASR. I read Dilbert before I read any other comic in the newspaper. All I read in the newspaper is the comics. I'm one of those chick video gamers. Which means I play MarioKart and Drake&Josh and Brain Age and Quidditch World Cup and Super Smash Bros and Dance Dance Revolution.

I make crude, politically incorrect comments on a regular basis because the world is too damn serious. I have a thing for Jews and Mormons. I blame Mel Brooks and Donny Osmond. I quote movies. A lot. I have at least one interest for every letter of the alphabet.

I only have anger issues when I drive. And then, I'm homicidal. I tend to focus all of my energy on one obsession at a time. Currently, I am obsessionless. I feel lost now.

I have a speech impediment known as sarcasm. I was a paid livejournal user until the strikethrough/boldout nonsense. And since I have refused to give the company anymore of my money or submit myself to being "plussed" and covered in horrid ads from 6A douche sponsors.

I miss my 113 icons.

Friends Only, comment with a joke or a line from Blades of Glory to be added.

Just kidding. But funny commentary makes me like you more...

No, I did not watch it. I kept my internet browser up and refreshed constantly until I found out all of the winners. So, why did I not watch it?

Because when Brokeback Mountain lost best picture I vowed to never ever watch the awards again.

But, I'm kind of regretting it. No, not for the apparently awesome acceptance speeches made by Sean Penn and Dustin Lance Black. Not because there is buzz about Hugh Jackman's hosting abilities.

No, I am regretting it because apparently there was clip with James Franco and Seth Rogen reviewing the Best Picture nods in a very Pineapple Express kind of way, and I MISSED IT.

So, seriously, if anyone finds that clip, please please please direct me to it.

Also, I still refuse to see Slumdog Millionaire.

EDIT FOUND IT.

OMG SO FUNNY.

Purchased and just finished watching High School Musical 3 right now. I squealed, I laughed, I cried. I'm a 25 year old person whom, in the past, never really had a predilection for anything bubblegum pop related, but for some reason, absolutely adores this particular Disney franchise.

"Why?" You may ask. Well, it's simple. Or maybe not so simple.

In a world filled with hatred, violence, racist cartoons poorly presented as political satire, and just negativity in general; sometimes it's nice to be immersed in a world where the biggest problem is telling your friends about a musical you've auditioned for, or which college you can or cannot decide to go to. Where love, no matter how corn-ball and cliche it is, will overcome all obstacles. That even places as separatist as American high schools, can overcome the strict clique barriers and all be friends, all find some sort of common ground.

Yes, it's banal, trite, surrealistic, the music is appalling, the storyline is hackneyed at best, and it's absolute proof that the people at Disney are convinced that the average tween/teen is completely unaware of reality. But, at the end of the ridiculously long and cringe-worthy list, these movies and songs make me smile. Make me want to be the all American teenager, even though I'm in my mid-twenties and from Britain.

"Why?" is the question: "Because it's damn fun." is the answer.

Or maybe it's because there are a lot of pretty people, with awesome dancing, and lots of sparkles. XD!

Okay, I'm done.

P.S. (RE: the cartoon) I'm totally with you on this one Rev. Al Sharpton.

P.P.S. I am in love with Keith Olbermann.

As the obsession progresses. I finished the book (and it's the first book I've finished since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows). I check google and youtube several times a day to see if there are any updated news posts or videos. I've watched and read everything on the intarwebs that has to do with this movie.

So, I will apologize to bre and jerr now. The second I find out it is in a theatre that is a less than eight hour drive from here, you are both being dragged. Probably separately because I'll want to watch it more than once.

And that is all this post has to say...

Happy Inauguration Day America!!

No more Bush!

I remember reading about this four years ago. Thinking this would be an absolutely amazing movie, but doubtful it would get made.

Well, it fucking DID.



I have NEVER been this excited for a film. No, not even Brokeback. OR Blades of Glory.

Way to combine four things I fucking adore. Jim Carrey. Ewan McGregor. Gay action. And comedy. FUCK YES.

( Cut in case anyone thinks this is spoilerish KISS ACTION )

Seeing as I neglected to do it last year; a meme started by someone who no one appears to know.

Take the first sentence from the first entry of every month:

January: I never really thought I'd be the sort of person to feel saddened at the death of a celebrity.

February: So, the girlfriend told me about snapeybot.

March: Two years ago today.

April: Soap Opera addiction that knows no bounds.

May: The California Supreme Court announced today their overturning of the ban on gay marriage in California.

June: Change is everywhere.

July: (I never made a single post in July? FTW!)

August: New apartment is still kind of unpacked, but it's incredible how much at home I feel.

September: Saw Tropic Thunder and Hamlet 2.

October: I don't know how, but I managed to convince the girlfriend AND the best friend to accompany me to the midnight showing of High School Musical 3.

November: Firstly, I want to say, if you did not vote and were, by all rights, capable of doing so, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BITCH.

December: Prop 8: The Musical.

And what have we learned from this post boys and girls? Chesca loves fragmented sentences WAY too much. This year I resolve to be nicer to the girlfriend; try and write full sentences; finish the 8 million books I have been intending to; actually finish nanowrimo; finish the three screenplays I've been intending; go out of town at least six times; go to Disneyland; get the boondocks saints tattoo; and audition for Hairspray.

Merry New Year and all that jazz.

Are you fucking kidding me?.

Goddamn George Bush. Because a black man got elected, you've got to get as many close-minded and hate mongering laws in before he takes over? Fucker.

Is it Jan 20th yet?

Girlfriend's younger sister commandeered a Milk poster from the movie theatre for me. I am watching Milk for the bazillionth time. I am extremely excited that a community for the film has FINALLY been made (harvey_milk.) Oh, and I adore the new icons I nicked from the awesome dancy_dreamer.

I really do love this film. I am sad that I received the e-mail for the candle light vigil being held here in Harvey's memory a couple of hours too late. This movie makes me long for the days of fighting for equal rights. I think I'm too cynical and sarcastic to go back to it.

p.s. Hottest kiss.

do any of you eljayers have a twitter as well? i think i prefer it to livejournal actually.

Milk came to Fresno yesterday on my birthday. Who could ask for a better present than that?

( The post watching obligatory review is behind this cut, it is not going to be too long or detailed or really a review, but it is cut for those who may deem anything I say as spoilerish )

I think the number one thing I left the movie theatre thinking was, Harvey Milk was the catalyst for all of the basic equal rights an openly gay person these days is not deprived of. I am an openly gay employee at a children's hospital who is not discriminated against or have to fear losing my job because of Harvey Milk. I guess I never realized just how significant that is.

We might not have the right to marry, but we have come so far. We no longer have to fear being persecuted for being queer. Losing our job or being refused service at a shop because of being gay. This world is a lot more tolerant and understanding. So, thank you, Harvey.

Prop 8: The Musical

I really can't say more than that.

Watch it if you haven't seen it. It = Amazing.

Tuesday at work was insane. It starts off with this mother, looking like a gang banger and sporting raiders gear, freaking out at Rosa, because she asked the question we always have to ask: "Would you like to sign a consent form that will allow someone else over the age of 18 to bring in your son/daughter to their follow up visits if you are unable to do so?"

Mom flips. Starts cussing her out because "that was a fucking insult". Later, they get roomed, with a warning given to the back office. All seems to have calmed down, but apparently, when the doctor went in and attempted to look at the patient's broken limb, mom flipped. We could hear this woman screaming and swearing all the way from the back. Security and a social worker are called. Mom then threatens the doc, and the police are called. She is removed from the premises and the patient is discharged with recommendations for following up with a different location.

Shortly after this, a mother and father have a full on custody battle in our waiting room. Dad is screaming at mom, "YOU ARE NOT HER MOTHER! I AM HER FATHER! YOU ARE NOT TAKING HER BACK THERE!" The social worker isn't going anywhere. Security is again called.

And apparently, after I left work that day, another incident occurred with a mother crying and freaking out and security having to be called again. I work at a children's hospital. Not Fresno Community. WTF?

The most interesting fact? All three of these families that had these incidents, were roomed in exam room 6. We are all convinced that it is now cursed. Jokes were made about exorcisms and holy water, and then I saw this on the way to a meeting with the office manager:



Hah. I love my co-workers.

Also. I am extremely excited for Milk.
I don't think I'm going to accomplish NanoWrimo this year. But I'm still currently 4500 words better than last year.
I hate my English class and can't wait for the damn semester to be over.
Wall-e is the cutest movie of all time.
Thanksgiving was nice.
I lost The Beatles version of monopoly last night because a certain best friend is an evil crediter.
Currently watching Hannibal, not sure why. It's the worst movie ever made.
I can't wait for President Bush to get booted out of the White House.
Brother is doing swell in San Fran and made us homemade chicken pot pies last night. Yummmm.

P.S. I love my new icon. Made by hoddmimirswoods and inspired by this advert:



I DARE YOU to not fall in love with this boy after that.

So, you remember my last post? My self righteous rant about this civil rights issue not being related at all to the Black Civil Rights Movement? Yeh.

According to Marriage Equality USA:

"Subject to an emergency appeal, marriage clerks in California have had to put up the "straight-only" signs at their counters."

Yeh. Strike that last entry.

I am officially PISSED OFF.

This is no longer about us getting equal rights even if that means having different names anymore. Fuck that. If I want to marry my girlfriend, then I want the fucking RIGHT to.

Firstly, I want to say, if you did not vote and were, by all rights, capable of doing so, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BITCH.

Okay, now that I've gotten that off of my chest. All everyone appears to be talking about is the "injustice" of Proposition 8's passing. As though this country didn't just make history in voting the first African American president in a landslide election.

Anyway, being in a monogamous, lesbian relationship, I am well aware of what this means. Gay marriage is now banned according to this country's constitution. And not to say it isn't endearing to see outrage on behalf of the queer citizens, but I have to say this:

The ban on gay marriage IS NOT LIKE THE BLACK CIVIL RIGHT'S MOVEMENT. It is not. Yes, there are slight similarities, in the fact that there is ONE right that homosexual persons do not share with heterosexuals. Thus, banning a basic human right for certain human's because of something they cannot help.

BUT.

We have never not had the right to vote because we're gay. We have never been forced to be segregated in restaurants, movie theatres, buses, schools - because we're gay. We have never not been permitted into certain grocery stores or libraries because we're gay. We have never been forced to drink out of a separate water fountain because we're gay.

I'm not trying to anger anyone. Everyone has their right to be annoyed, hell, even outraged and pissed over the results of the proposition. But did anyone notice the drastic difference to the original proposition back in 2000? Proposition 8 only passed at 52 percent. So, only a TINY bit more than half of the people who bothered to vote on November 4th were against gay marriage. In 2000, the votes were 4 to 1 against gay marriage. It's a beautiful thing how far we have come over the years and continue to do so. And I'll be honest, I have faith in the new President elect. Yes, gay marriage may not be legal or recognized in California, but perhaps there can be a compromise. Who knows?

I mean, if all we REALLY want, is the EXACT same rights as a married couple - if we get them, are we really going to care if it's not called marriage? Don't get me wrong, I am a little annoyed, but more saddened by these results, but am I surprised? Not really.

That's all I have to say about that.

P.S. Barack Obama is the 44th President of the United States. Fucking awesome.

Holy fuck. Nano starts tomorrow. I'm not ready. I need another month.

P.S. For The Office watchers, I'm totally being Dwight for Halloween. XD! If it turns out well, there will be pictures.

Happy Halloween.

Stolen from snapefan87

This is a list of the top 100 books ever published. Supposedly, the average person has only read 6 of these books.

This is what you have to do:



1. Copy the list on your blog.

2. Read through the list and mark the books you've read in bold.

3. Italicize any you started, but didn't finish.

4. Underline the ones you loved


( Nerdery Ahoy! )

I've been going through old posts and have been playing around. I found an amusing word/number meme thing that I did when my username was "sheen_is_god". I wasn't intending on re-posting this meme thing, that was until I got the results; and then, I kind of had to:

1) Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...)

M 13
U 21
G 7
G 7
L 12
E 5
R 18
O 15
C 3
K 11

2) Add all the numbers together to create a kind of super number.

112

3) Add the digits of the number together.

4

4) Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again.

5) Take the digit noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.

having

6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select the first picture from the very first page and post the results for all of us to see!

(I shit you not, this was the very first picture):



*snorfle*

also: multiple posts!

XD!

I'm done. I promise.

I am not an actor. Nor do I have any real intention to become one. But who hasn't ever pretended to be interviewed by John Lipton?

The Proust Questionnaire from Inside the Actor's Studio:

What is your favorite word?
Realize-to conceive vividly as real/be fully aware of. I love the definition of this word and what this word has brought to me. The best metamorphoses I have had throughout my life have been those moments in which the situation and my feelings become clear. This word and its connotation has helped me through some pretty rough patches. So it's my favorite word. And also, the very first tattoo I ever got.

What is your least favorite word?
Can't. I don't want to get all hippy or anything, but this is probably the most negative word in existence that is directly related to pessimistic attitude, thus totally unnecessary.

What turns you on?
Laughter. Having a sense of humor. The world is too ridiculous to be taken seriously.

What turns you off?
The opposite of what turns me on. Seriousness. Now, it's true that there are certain situations that require being serious, but everything has a potential for humor. EVERYTHING. No matter how serious or tragic a situation might be, someone, somewhere, will find it funny.

What sound or noise do you love?
Again, laughter.

What sound or noise do you hate?
Scoffs. You are never better than anyone to warrant scoffing at them.

What is your favorite curse word?
Cunt. It's my favorite word for the terrible drivers I encounter on a regular basis.

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
I'd love to be a pilot, but thanks to mr. astigmatism, that is a dream I will have a damn hard time trying to achieve. Here's to hoping for a change of rules.

What profession other than yours would you not like to attempt?
Governor of Alaska. XD!

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say at the pearly gates?
He's waiting for you inside.

I don't know how, but I managed to convince the girlfriend AND the best friend to accompany me to the midnight showing of High School Musical 3. Maybe not so much as convince as circumstances prove they love me enough to see a third film to a series they have never seen and would never, in a million years, want to see.

The film was corny, bizarre, easily mockable, and incredibly gay. Just like the first two. And I loved it. I kind of really want to read Troy slash now. Which is impressive, considering I can't stand him. I'm not going to go into fangirly squealing or anything. Mostly because I think there is only one person on my entire flist that would appreciate it.

On a side note, the one line for the midnight showing of Saw V had more people than the three combined theatres holding HSM 3. Nice.

I continue to be a favorite of my English teacher's and she is not at all subtle about it. Case in point: right before a pop quiz, as she is handing them out to the class, she hands me mine and a book she bought for me because she saw it and, "knew you would love it."

I really wish I could vote this year.

One of my favorites at work got a job in a different department. I am sad. So far, three of the co-workers I adored have left in the four months I have been employed there.

I think, aside from the terribly awful film I just watched and loved, I am truly only excited for Milk. But, considering my obsession with the gay community prior to 2004, I should be.

Speaking of gay, there is currently a battle going on on Herndon. One morning, on my trek to the freeway, I saw 16 "YES on Prop 8" signs displayed over the two mile radius. The next day, they were all gone. Next day, even more were put up. Following day all gone and replaced with a few "No on Prop 8" signs. And so it goes. All I can think? These people have WAY too much time on their hands.

I'm not going to go into my feelings regarding this. For the most part, this just feels like a battle that will continue on forever no matter the outcome because this country that was founded on freedom from religion and to keep church and state separate, a lot of decisions dictated by this country's people sure does depend on religion. Eh. That's all I'm going to say about that.

So, yeh. Pretty girls and boys in high school musical 3. Much better idea.

I'm tired. I think it's time to head up the wooden hills to bedfordshire...