there is so much crazy in this post it should come with a disclaimer!

[ivyology]

I am finally mostly healthy! I was mostly healthy yesterday, too, or would have been if not for a really awful migraine during the morning and afternoon parts of it. Stupid migraines.

And since I was productive this week despite the shenanigans of my immune system, I was totally self-indulgent last night & watched about six hours of old Due South episodes. Oh, Due South, I kind of love you a whole lot. I'm kind of weird and anti-Due South fandom in a way, for reasons that don't make any sense outside of my own head, something about how I was thirteen when I watched the show and loved it and stopped watching it when they SWITCHED RAYS OMG and carried a big torch for it for years until the magical day when Amazon.ca notified me by email that they were releasing Season 2 on DVD. (I didn't have Season 1 yet, even though I could've, because it seemed WRONG, and I knew I'd be MISERABLE, if I got the first season and then didn't have the second season to go with it. What, it's my logic, it made sense to me.) And so the day it was released I ordered both and paid for expedited shipping (from CANADA) and then went out and bought a DVD player because I didn't actually have one yet, and then I spent the next year WATCHING and REWATCHING and just loving that show to absolute pieces. How any of this relates to the fandom I do not know, I just know that there cannot be a bigger DS fan in the world than me, okay?

I also knit iPod Gerard a tiny little adorable sweater. It is blue. And tiny. And adorable.

And then today I've had the heat turned down very low for some reason, and am thinking happy thoughts about, like, sparkling Arctic tundras. And listening to music I listened to in junior high and high school, meaning The Cranberries and the first Counting Crows album and Fiona Apple and Tori Amos. I have these nineties nostalgia moments sometimes, as N could tell you, as I like to tell her all about them. I approved of grunge, and the whole early-mid-nineties attitude that my little adolescent self developed in. My So-Called Life - that show was so defining for my generation in a way, and I have this weird sense of ownership over it, like there were only so many of us in the world for whom it was about OUR LIVES, RIGHT THEN.

I am not at all sure what this decade has given us, other than reality shows. And hipsters, and dude. I HATE HIPSTERS. I am filled with totally judgmental, sweeping-generalization-type hatred. And we hate that which we hate about ourselves, right? And I get that while I never dressed like a hipster (thank god) I did have a total hipster attitude for a little while, all disdainful and elitist and "I must only like that which is obscure and pretentious" and whatever. But I got over it. You know, mostly. And so I think I hate hipsters because they totally embarrass me and the snotty little 18 year old I once was. But key there is: I got over it (mostly). So, hipsters: GET OVER IT. Thanks. (The ridiculously judgmental part I never did get over, obvs.)

I can't wait until Monday, because N is going to come over and we are going to play with our new cameras. (THE HOLGA IS TOTALLY NOT A HIPSTER CAMERA OK. I DON'T CARE IF URBAN OUTFITTERS SELLS THEM.) And catch N up on ANTM, which will be slightly painful because this was clearly the most disgusting cycle ever. BUT is excellent fodder for mocking, which is mostly the point.

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and I have this weird sense of ownership over it, like there were only so many of us in the world for whom it was about OUR LIVES, RIGHT THEN.

OMG YES.

[ivyenglish.livejournal.com]

MSCL was totally my coming-of-age experience.

[harkalark.livejournal.com]

You do know that My So-Called Life is out in a new shiny DVD box set, right? Probably. I saw it in a store a few weeks ago and did a little squee. But I was too broke to get it. It joins the ranks of the other dozens of things I hope to get someday on my Amazon wishlist.

I also don't really understand what hipsters are. I tried reading about them on wikipedia, but I think what I really need is pictures, and then I'll make the connection.

[ivyenglish.livejournal.com]

Mmm, well. It varies a little. I tend to think of hipsters as being walking Urban Outfitters models, but Philadelphia's the home of UO, so my perspective is probably skewed. There's the classic skinny jeans/ironic-and/or-obscure-indie-band-tshirt/messenger bag/retro sneakers/emo haircut/geek glasses look. But a true hipster just magically HAPPENS to look like that - they would never be so tragically unhip as to intentionally conform to their noncomformist subculture (and THAT, there, kind of sums up what I hate about hipsters).