All Kill Their Inspiration and Sing About Their Grief

Purging the Blogging Past Akin to Book Burning?

sansenmage — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 03:07:22 GMT

To delete or not to delete this account--that is the question!?! Interior internal monologue is wishy-washy as someone seeking to be poplar with everyone.

Reasons for Better Rhyme

sansenmage — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 01:34:55 GMT

It gets very tiring to my ears to hear contemporary/popular music rhyme the same words over and over like, say: go, know, no, and so; or knew, true, and you. This rhyming abuse is why Thesauri exist in many formats, especially in Word so plagiarizers can remodel what they cut and pasted; if those sources are too complicated than consult rhyming dictionaries so my ears get more interesting rhymes like lizard and slizzard.

Not In His Cold Dead Hands

sansenmage — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 01:18:25 GMT

Book Title of the Week: His Cold Feet.

Printed In--Well, Not Here Obviously

sansenmage — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 22:32:54 GMT

Advertising revenues plummeted for print magazines, thus niche magazines with low circulation went extinct; the surviving titles are endangered, threatened by the laissez-faire Internets of pirated multimedia. This too has effected the fate for print books; not only has disposable income dropped but the emergence of e-books has dawned, often late on old-fashioned retailers. It is far, far cheaper in the long term to spend hundreds on electronic devices to download books at reduced costs, unless file-swapped freely of course. So how will paper confront the digital monster that exists in another dimension? The answer is simple, the same as it is in many industries to avoid regulations--have it printed in tree-sapped China.

The Family Business Is What!?

sansenmage — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 21:58:16 GMT

I am always amused by the late night local advertisements on television where the family businesses are adult toy stores; that premise would be great for some story, especially if Holy Roller relatives are included for the ultimate clash of culture.

Envying the Cultural Enemy?

sansenmage — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 21:51:44 GMT

As much as mainstream American culture enjoys heckling France, it could learn lessons about the culture of protesting. One has to respect the French who are willing to take the responsibility of protecting the benefits of citizenship; although I do think they imbibe that entitlement vibe of trust fund babies in regards to their 35 hour work weeks and retirement age at 60, they are pro-active in having more say in the civic process, via negotiation. In contrast, most Americans seem, if not are, apathetic scum who have given up on change thanks to the power of corporate lobbyists; the only people privileged with unions seem to be in government. Stereotypes would have it that on the Right are the Tea Party reactionaries with their scared Fifth Amendment to massacre Mexicans while on the Left are the supporters of the "Nanny State" populated by college idealists, green terrorists, and welfare exploiters; these are not inspiring figures to follow. My broad view of French protesters could be misinformed and misguided but they have been much classier than American protesters have been in eons; the question is whether the momentum of the latest movement will create the Sixth French Republic. Adieu Sarkozy?

Modernity; or Hipster Couture?

sansenmage — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 01:43:50 GMT

It has been many, many moons since I posted my own poetic incompetence. Here are two super-unrevised verses from my epic and pretentious ode to modern life:

Modernity; or Hipster Couture

I

Dear Miss Perry, your "teenage dream" with skintight jeans
Bothers me ad nauseam. With "wide load" hips like these
Muffin tops sprout on me at any size and rise--
Even with anorexia. I can never buy
Cheap clothes, made in China of course, that emulate
Your style due to my curséd genetic hip fate;
So what am I to do--sue my progenitors?
That would be financial suicide; I need them more
Than you to maintain my artistic lifestyle.
Anyway, I sent your CD to the trash pile
And purged your songs from my iTunes portfolio
Because I hate you now. Go back to your real roots:
Christian music. Oh no, the revealéd truth--
Sad hipster irony?

II

Today I saw the sad, sad sight of agéd hipsters
In their fixie peloton going down the demon
Descent. For traffic ahead, they could not bother
To break with e-mails on iPads to be checked again
At all speeds; someone may have re-tweeted their blog
Post on how "totally uncool Emo is" because
"It is like so three years ago!" As to their togs,
Pedaling in neon yellow flip flops is--and was--
Dangerous. So, they coasted into SUVs
Little damaged by road rage between "soccer moms;"
But rage arrived when dudes on fixies dented
Custom urban tanks. Slouching slackers fled the scene--
Barely. Balls and bats were hurled at the hep hipster throng
Oblivious to all but the fermented
New brew at the totally organic party.

The Long, Long Posts

sansenmage — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 22:01:22 GMT

Long-winded posts can exhaust those who have spent too much Internet time in the Realm of 140 Characters.

Candidates in Crackwhore Make-Up

sansenmage — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 21:48:36 GMT

Oh, America! You beautiful country you, pilgrims' feet excluded. Land of the free, home of the brave--yes or no? Yes, indeed. Free as in "I'm not gonna listen to anyone else's advice because I'm all grown up;" and Brave as in "I'm gonna do what I want when I want so shut the fuck up." Basically, America's the teenage paragon among nation-states with über-idealistic bloat to compliment its sexual hang-ups. Really, just the majority of campaigning's political discourse orbits 'round sex, the main satellites being sexuality and contraceptives. The economy's of negligible when the citizens-to-be in my ovaries are more important than me; hey, who cares if there's no damn non-retail/service jobs in 2050 for them because future voters're more important to political fate then the living taxpayer. As to the "Ewwww, two dudes sleeping together!" what matters it if it's consensual adults, right? If the military poobahs can't get over it, well, their seeming mighty adolescent to me; people in the same unit shouldn't be having sex together anyway because, y'know, fraternizing easily breaks-up into cronyism's nauseous aftereffects. Hell, American citizen I am, what do I know? I'd probably be told by them fine Fox News folks to "move to <--Insert Socialist-Leaning Nation Here-->".

I don't begrudge the free market system with regulations to keep both capitalist and socialist elements unhappy; what I totally begrudge is the fucked-up amounts of wasted election money. There's California, echoing Rome, where Governors/Senators need fortunes to get the highest political; is spending $150 million, the GDP of some nations, worth it? I don't think so. Yeah, campaigning creates jobs--but not the kind contributing much to humankind other than amusing scandals involving, say, blackbooks and bank accounts in the Bahamas. Fuck, how many billions are there candidates in crackwhore make-up, obscuring themselves with party gobbledygook, wasting on their promises-to-be-broken party? Those billions could've gone to infrastructure, not some fake born-again Tea Party nutjob who rents some properties to strip clubs. Oh yeah, this is America, y'know, the beautiful; correction, that's big and beautiful. Here, everything's bigger--especially the money, done to the silliest extremes because, well, America's got to show how edgy, how trendy it is to the world. Country's screaming to all the others: "Hey, look what I can do!"

The Scent of Sporting Scandal

sansenmage — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 02:35:33 GMT

Blah, I've got all weird with sport fannishness; oh shit, that's so fucking ordinary. Well, at least I chose snobbish sports like cycling and tennis to match my cultural snobbishness. Yeah, cycling, male and female alike, has doping baggage--but so do all sports; money omerta anyone? Anyway, microscopic affection from me for that narcissistic asshat from Texas Sir Lancelot. Allez Chavanel and the New French Wave! Oops, total digression. I'm more interested in the tennis doping, though; forums are full of diehard Fedtard and Nadaltard jerks fighting over who's the GOAT--but not enough on why does everyone looks like amateur bodybuilders these days? Really, it's got to be the off road/off court intrigues that entices me; ain't nothing fun as scandal, save when your favorites are totally kicking ass. Okay, now time to wait--and the wait will be long--for how dowdy Bud Selig will deal with many Yankees on steroids...

Eeks of Shrieks

sansenmage — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 00:20:03 GMT

Autumn tumbles down upon my home with sinister chills that precede the invasion of the mouse brigade, come to cause me eeks of shrieks while they scamper in rodent glory across the kitchen floor. There have been but two rodent scouts sent into my abode but I fear more, masses of them, since breeding conditions have been "bello!" and "perfecto!" for them. These squeaky foes are fought in witch-like ways, leaving cotton balls dipped in peppermint oil about to cast the demons out; hey, it is Halloween season so I can enjoy imagining I hunt traditional vampires with garlic gloves.

Little House in the Zombie Woods

sansenmage — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 02:36:52 GMT

It is never too early to practice the privileged role of "crotchety lady" when one complains about "how disrespectful youths are nowadays" so I commence my crotchety crusade with this: Parodying ancient/classic literature's gone too fucking far with the Snuggie Sutra. Okay, actually, that did not embody the element of the "mean, ornery neighborhood lady" I intended to channel, but it will suffice; it is perfect preparation for my complaints when juvenile literature becomes victim to supernatural parodies such as Little House in the Zombie Woods and The Very Hungry Vampire. So, while I wait for Hellsing and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, I am mindboggled beyond belief that Justin Bieber has lived long enough to have biographies written about him. Awrgh!

Great Opening Lines of Literature

sansenmage — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 22:37:51 GMT

For the Great Opening Lines of Literature Collection, I nominate dystopian The Uglies by Scott Westerfield with this memorable line: The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

Blog Without End?

sansenmage — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 06:02:56 GMT

Huh? Hey, who's blog is this? What--you mean it's mine!? That can't be. Sure, I just happened to know the password, so what? Oh, I see it now! Silly me, I'm gotten so used to going E-less with sansenmage; no, not as "sansnmag" but as sansenmag where it's too cyclo-slash-centric at times (I advise you to avoid it and its Twitter sellout). Damn, been hanging 'round strange sport slashy places lately--egads! Now, what do I do here? I paid for it so I must do something 'cause I'm not defecting to unhipster Tumblr. Hmm, maybe hone my Twitter skills? Nah, but I've so much to complain about like, um, "Mad Men" has only one more episode this season. Even scarier, I wasted time watching The Scorpion King. What really scares me--and I mean REALLY scares me--is that LiveJournal's spellcheck still doesn't think blog really, totally is a word. Quelle horreur!

Nevermind the Neverness

sansenmage — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:00:31 GMT

Once, I declared that I would never be coerced into reading much less writing Real Person Slash involving the living; I limited myself to the amusement of slash with dead American and French revolutionaries with the occasional Lawrence of Arabia movie-based slash. No, I would never, with these impenetrable scruples, indulge in the low quality amorous worlds with underaged actors from Harry Potter much less that endangered species of aging boy bands; nor would I delve into the overpopulated debauchery of sports with prima donna Eurotrash footballers and sexually-repressed figure skaters. Not I. No, never me! Absolutely positively not. No means no! Ah, alas, I ever so slowly succumbed to RPS in sports after good-natured heckling at Cycling Slashers after entering fannishness for underfunded cycling with all its craziness. No, my general cycle fannishness is not limited to the men but most of the slashing is especially to those cycling teams that are more slashable than others. Nevermind this, I am all but grateful all that RPS is under lock to members only because

This Petty Pace from Day to Day

sansenmage — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:37:40 GMT

How naughty I am to not have updated this journal since July 2009! Shall I vow to journal once more with regularity? Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Perchance I will streamline its focus onto literature. Or not? It definitely is the "or not" since I so love to digress, so what next? I have no idea as I am distracted by Watch Cartoons Online--for Free! again...

Woe It Is or Is It Woe?

sansenmage — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:48:54 GMT

Oh, how I have neglected this journal! Shall the blame, which cannot be put upon me, be the fault of dystopian fiction and cycling fanaticism? I know not, but there is not enough quality of either because I again crave fanfiction as if the fanficcer has risen from the coffin which must mean she is vampric, draining the logic of my brains for breakfast.

Mindbobblyboo

sansenmage — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 17:16:51 GMT

While I have been playing the latest U2 Album No Line on the Horizon, again and again, my brain is distracted by the imagery it produces for the lyrics "[y]ou can hear the universe in her sea shells it is still not as bizarre as some lyrics from "Thoroughly Modern Millie" that would boggle the mind if the context of these lyrics was not understood to be dictation for secretary tryouts:

My eyes are fully open to my awful situation
So I'm writing you a letter to demand an explanation
When the floor wax that we bought from you
Arrived here Monday morning
We discovered upon usage that the fume
Should have a warning
Since the only possibility is that the wax is rancid
I request a full refund of all the money we advanced
And unless you can convince me
You've improved the floor wax batter
We will take our business elsewhere
So I hope you solve this matter.

Researchaholic: More Stimulating than Shopaholic?

sansenmage — Sat, 07 Mar 2009 22:29:11 GMT

I am in genealogical ecstacy. I have identified all the ships that my German ancestors arrived aboard to America in the 1890s. But the accomplishment is not that noteworthy since there were only six people I needed to track who came over in pairs, including my great-great-grandparents who may have met at sea before being married in Ohio. Now, if only I had such luck with the Irish after the Potato Famine but none of them have unusual names since they all are Marys and Margarets or Johns and Jeremiahs. Awrgh!

Another Despicable, Debatable List

sansenmage — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:26:45 GMT

About.com has reduced the female of the species into The Ultimate Popularity Contest Ever! in which such revolutionary figures as Marie Antoinette, Shirley Temple and Marilyn Monroe are listed because they contributed so much to humankind.

Cinematic Extinction

sansenmage — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:41:48 GMT

How many years shall elapse before paper-printed movie guides become relics ~~like the legendary neighborhood video store~~ because that oh-so-coveted demographic of the young male can go online for free rather than pay eight dollars for advice from the outdated Leonard Maltin?

Fannishness Overboard

sansenmage — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:58:53 GMT

I ventured deeper into the dangerous waters of cycling fangirlism than I imagined I would due to its lack of quality slash, not that I endorse the writing of RPS, except for American and French Revolutionary Times, but speculation is amusing amid team politics especially when the team manager abandons promoting the career of their superstar who won all three Grand Tours for the un-retiring ex-champion who specialized in one race who now wastes his time of Twitter not that anyone reading this is familiar with what I speak of when there are more important issues like OTP debates. Now, resuming what I was about to state about cycling fangirls, I am amused, possibly in awesome and radical ways, by this one blogger who is not me; this blogger is so assertive, so authoritative on maligning doping cyclists, even those riders who are accused by the sports scandal sheets in Germany where the German Media fumes over how many of their superstars burned on in recent years due to EPO. Damn it, I have digressed again, but anyway this blogger amuses me because some readers take her opinions as their Cycling Gospel without researching this blogger further. I, being the information fiend I am, merely glimpsed at her earliest blog posts which scream "LIEK ZOMG FANGIRL!!!" which clarified my suspicions that her former favorite riders and/or teams were tainted by nefarious association with some blood-doping gynecologist; it was this that caused her crusade against doping, her limited ability to post anything resembling humor. Heck, I fancy many of her readers perceive her to be male because of her assertiveness that would be renamed bitchiness if they knew of her prior post of fangirliness. So I shall await some flame wars with her commenters, but perhaps that is unlikely since she approves the comments before they appear; alas, my amusement is limited there so I will be better off laughing my brains off at epic hurt/comfort sagas of Athrun/Kira, Baltar/Gaeta, and/or L/Light. Long live the yaoi! And even those images that images that inspire RPS...I think.

Source: AFP/Getty.

Deviation from the Art Borg Deviants

sansenmage — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:33:02 GMT

Oh dearest me, I have Not Updated at DeviantArt for one hundred and forty-six weeks so my self-important online art career is hopelessly over.

Time for Another LiveJournal Exodus

sansenmage — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 19:52:53 GMT

I quote the favorite Cylon prophecy "All this has happened before and all this will happen again" in regards to the Layoffs at LiveJournal which will cause another mass exodus to other Blogoshperes, which I hope is not to be confused with Blagojevich, because everyone will be posting about it, confused as other sources Quote Different Statistics until LiveJournal and its parent companies end up being owned by Walmart who will not tolerate any of this slash and yaoi because this will be the most family friendly place online.

Dystopia Disappointments

sansenmage — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 02:05:01 GMT

Oh beloved Battlestar, why are you so fearful to reveal gay relationships on your regular series? I suppose it has to do with sponsors who pay less attention to Miniseries and Webisodes but come come! Science-Fiction/Fantasy is the medium to explore social problems as did The Twilight Zone, with its plethora of dystopian tales, and Star Trek; but then again, that was in another time when the young hetero male demographic was not so coveted. And then again, to be publicaly open was improbable. Anyway, damn you advertisers for damning true edginess!