you smiled at me from outside the train....

[theholyinnocent]

I am always surprised at the number of people on the subway ask me what time it is, even when my watch is not visible. I guess an old friend of mine was right when she said to me, so many years ago: "There are two types of people in the world--those who wear watches, and those who don't." I must look like a watch-wearer.

Secondly (not really a word, but I like its self-important lard-assness): I have been tagged to indulge in this meme: Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Guilty Pleasures" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 Guilty Pleasures as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.



1. Watching soap operas. I used to make fun of my mom and older sister for watching these things, then when I was in the 8th grade I got chickenpox & was at home for a long stretch of time...you see where I'm going with this? Even on days off now, or sick days, I cannot resist the compulsion to see what's happening on As the World Turns or Guiding Light and marvel at the actors who are still, twenty-odd years later, playing the same screwed-up characters whose romantic complicatons make fanfic look tame in comparison. I try to pretend they are heterosexual training films and that I am examining them from a sociological or psychopathologicalquasiartisticmeta (should English be more like German? You decide!) viewpoint.

2. Crying at sappy things. I've already outed myself, I think, as the type of schmaltzy idiot who cried at The English Patient. Oh, Kristen Scott Thomas! ::sob:: Jack and Ennis? DON'T EVEN GO THERE!

3. Drinking out of a milk carton. Whether it be regular milk, soy milk, orange juice...my lips are affixed to that sodden corner of cardboard.

4. I think the reading and the writing fanfic might be included in this lot too.

5. I have a hard time thinking of a fifth one, not because I don't have any more. Rather, I have too many. Perhaps my life is one giant self-indulgence? There is eating cheese off aluminum foil (you know, when you heat leftover pizza or some sort of food item with melty cheese)...torturing the cat (i.e., just roughhousing and teasing him...he tortures me, it's only fair)...listening to the same song over and over again on the ipod (this week it's been Calexico/Iron Wine's "History of Lovers" AGAIN)...watching Nanny 911 (it helps me remember why I have elected not to have children and I can't help but think if we got Nanny Deb and Nanny Stella running the Bush family, the Shrub might not be such a big awful bully)...

I'm tagging everyone! Because I'm lazy and I can't keep track of who has already done the damn thing!


Thirrrrrdly: craigslist is useful, and craigslist is scary. For once on these things--in print versions, you used to see them all the time on the back of The Village Voice--I'd like to read one like this: "Cranky dyke on C train this morning...wearing gas station jacket...u smiled at me when I asked u what time. did u feel it liek i did?"

Comments

[slammerkinbabe.livejournal.com]

I especially like the one that's like OMG PLEASE GIVE ME $90 RIGHT NOW YES I AM A STRANGER BUT I CAN'T PAY MY BILLS I'LL PAY YOU BACK IN TWO WEEKS EXCEPT I TOTALLY WON'T HA HA UR AN IDIOT. Man.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Someday I hope that the people on craigslist will use their power for good and not stupidity. Oh, who am I kidding?

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

I got hooked on soaps when I had the pox as well...I was in 7th grade. Ryan's Hope (with Kate Mulgrew), All My Children, One Life to Live (with Judith Light as whorey Karen Wolek) and General Hospital. Best sick month of my life.

"Cranky dyke on C train this morning...wearing gas station jacket...u smiled at me when I asked u what time. did u feel it liek i did?"

I think we have a skit for the show...

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I think we have a skit for the show...

Brilliant idea, darling! I also think British nannies at the White House has potential too....

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Can we make them GAY British Nannies for the twins...although I think Laura needs one tokeep her off the plastic surgery and W needs a coke and booze minder.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Hahaha...yes! Gay Nannies! Have one of them get Helen on Jenna's ass: "GIVE ME THE VODKA!"

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

HAHA- I love the Thirdly entry. Here's a cragslist for you:
"Cranky dyke on C train this morning... wearing gas station jacket... u either gotta turn the ipod volume down, or stop listening to the same Calexico/Iron Wine song OVER and OVER again! I sit behind you every morning, and it's driving. me. NUTS! thank you." :)

PS: nice blog layout

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Hahaha...you know, the other day when I was waiting for the train and I played the song, like 3 times, while standing on the platform & a woman next to me gave me a look: "Sing a new song, Chiquitita!"

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

Ah, but what you may not know is that the woman standing on your other side that morning on the platform,
was Louise.
She liked your (holy)innocent poetry.
She didn’t like the look that other woman gave you one bit.

And she had her boyfriend’s razor blade,
And after you got on your train…
She sliced that other woman’s satchel while she wasn’t looking
And watched as her Blackberry slid out and landed on the ground,
(Unbeknownst to the other woman as she boarded her train for the financial district)
Louise then boarded her train for Hoboken.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! Rut roh. I hope Louise stays far, far away. :)

Doesn't that song have the tastiest little horn section going on? I did play the song for Teh Wife the other day, though, and she hated it--"You're listening to some song about a guy who gets killed with a razor blade? What the hell kind of love song is that?"--and looked at me seriously askance for the remainder of our subway ride together.

[stargazer1960.livejournal.com]

Remind me to never have milk and cookies at your place while we are crying at sappy movies.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

That's right...accept nothing from a subway licker.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I was going to serve you merlot and chocolate anyway!

[aqua-blurr.livejournal.com]

1. Oh, soaps. Definitely my guilty pleasure even if it's not an active pleasure. I've watched almost all of them over the years: The Doctors (I'm old), Ryan's Hope (I'm old), Days, One Life to Live, Y&R, GH, As the World Turns, All My Children (Lesbianca) and now, Guiding Light because I've got a weakness for fucked up women bent on self-improvement and destined for self-destruction, and I enjoy making fun of Reva. Metahuh? And Olivia has wonderful lips.

Whaaaat?

2. Right there with you. I actively attempt to harden my heart and often fail. The Notebook fucking killed me. Sappy? Check. Obvious ending? Check. Tears? Checkity check-check-check. I might even have had one of those gasping breath type of sobs.

Oh who am I kidding? I *definitely* had one of those. My beloved, who regularly tears up over the sports segment of local news (go, seachickens!), turned around in surprise and burst out laughing.

The only time she didn't cry at a cry-inducing movie was during the English Patient (shock!). She got it in her head that Kirsten's character died in a cave over a broken wrist--and that this guy just left her there. To this day, she refuses to hear any other explanation of the ending and she gets mad at the mere mention of the movie! I think she feels like they cheated her out of a good cry by violating her Marine Corps heritage: never leave anyone behind and fight for life with every ounce of strength you have.

I, however, cried a bit.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I enjoy making fun of Reva.

I KNOW! Reva is hi-larious. Is Josh still masochistically stuck at her side? Poor bastard.

I might even have had one of those gasping breath type of sobs.

Oh who am I kidding? I *definitely* had one of those.

hahahahahha...oh, poor blurr. This does remind me of when we first saw The English Patient, in the theatre. We went with a Very Gay Friend who had already seen the film, but he wanted to see it again. Anyway, we're at the big melodramatic part at the end in the cave, we're all crying--silently, mind you! like men! go seachickens!--and suddenly VGF releases this big, shuddering, gasping-breath sob.

And, like your beloved, I just started laughing.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Oh, and this:

She got it in her head that Kirsten's character died in a cave over a broken wrist--and that this guy just left her there.

::dies:: Well, KST's character was, you know, a very brittle Brit...it probably only took a wrist fracture to kill her.

[aqua-blurr.livejournal.com]

silently, mind you! like men! go seachickens!

Hahahaha! :)

Is Josh still masochistically stuck at her side? Poor bastard.

My theory on Josh is that the sheer density of hair folicles on his scalp prevents adequate ventilation under normal circumstances so he needs a big wind like Reva. Just to live. And at the moment, he's pursuing Olivia, who is determined not to screw her life up anymore and yet she thinks--for the SECOND time--that Josh might not go back to Reva.

Ah, the sadder but (un)wiser girl for me!

And oh those brittle-boned Brits. What they lacked in sturdiness they made up for with exceptionally stiff upper lips. Stiff enough to be gay cowboys. And they'd still make me cry!