Insane in the vidbrain
Jan. 23rd, 2017 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanI got my Festivids entry completed and submitted well before the last minute, which is a record for me. I would say it came together really quickly and easily, except for the part where I spent literally months trying to get my hands on the source. If I don't already own the source, I try to get it through my library, which is normally excellent in its range of materials. This time, however, was a screwball comedy that I will share when my reveal post goes up.
While waiting for the source to come through, I spent some time thinking about treats, but I would not let myself actually get started until I finished my assignment. Then I got sick, and punted on everything after submitting my main vid, so the extras wound up waiting until last week. After a frantic few days, I have a first draft of one set aside to percolate while I work on a second. Bless my husband for encouraging me in my creative passions, as he waves off my guilty feelings about not doing more around the house while I'm brain-deep in vidding.
In other news, I think my cold has mutated into bronchitis, because the coughing and wheezing has persisted well after I polished off my pack of prednisone, and my sleep has been crappy for days. I planned to go to a local women's march this past Saturday, but I felt so wretched that by the time I got myself together and out of the house, the event was over and people were drifting back to their cars with signs and pussy hats galore. It looks like it was a great turnout; I'm trying really hard not to beat myself up about missing it. I'm going to hit the clinic again today and see what modern medicine can do for me this time.
In semi-related events, my mom called Saturday morning with the latest news while I was holding down the sofa. She and my dad are also disgusted with current politics; for whatever reason, my dad insisted on watching the inauguration and predictably got all riled up. Then my brother came home (he's been living with my parents on and off, mostly on, since his divorce a few years back - he's now effectively shacked up with his new girlfriend and comes home for treatments for his cancer) and had a huge blowup fight with my dad, because my brother...is a Trump supporter. *HEADDESK FOREVER*
I can't even begin to say how horrified and astounded I am with this. I mean, it literally makes no sense. He is steadfast and dismissive of everything resembling logic and facts. Like, if the GOP successfully repeals ACA, there goes his preexisting condition coverage. FOR CANCER, WHICH HE IS STILL BATTLING. He hates his current job, and he can't even afford to live by himself, so how he thinks he's going to out-of-pocket chemo/appointments/Rx if he ever jumps ship blows my mind. He gets all high-and-mighty about government safety nets, yet the fact that he has lived with our parents FOR YEARS is not the same thing at all. It's like Fox News sent a burrowing mindworm into his head that has built up a shield against anything that might threaten that position. If my brother, an intelligent guy surrounded by strong women, thinks Trump is a great guy and a wonderful new start for this country, I have a hard time keeping a shred of hope for overcoming the Presidon't and his cronies.
I am maintaining a list of phrases to use in place of putting the word "President" next to that asshole's name in any context. Thus, Presidon't, Presiwon't, Dishonest Don, Hair Furor, The Yam in Chief, Ugly Bigly, and so on. Have you heard any good ones?
While waiting for the source to come through, I spent some time thinking about treats, but I would not let myself actually get started until I finished my assignment. Then I got sick, and punted on everything after submitting my main vid, so the extras wound up waiting until last week. After a frantic few days, I have a first draft of one set aside to percolate while I work on a second. Bless my husband for encouraging me in my creative passions, as he waves off my guilty feelings about not doing more around the house while I'm brain-deep in vidding.
In other news, I think my cold has mutated into bronchitis, because the coughing and wheezing has persisted well after I polished off my pack of prednisone, and my sleep has been crappy for days. I planned to go to a local women's march this past Saturday, but I felt so wretched that by the time I got myself together and out of the house, the event was over and people were drifting back to their cars with signs and pussy hats galore. It looks like it was a great turnout; I'm trying really hard not to beat myself up about missing it. I'm going to hit the clinic again today and see what modern medicine can do for me this time.
In semi-related events, my mom called Saturday morning with the latest news while I was holding down the sofa. She and my dad are also disgusted with current politics; for whatever reason, my dad insisted on watching the inauguration and predictably got all riled up. Then my brother came home (he's been living with my parents on and off, mostly on, since his divorce a few years back - he's now effectively shacked up with his new girlfriend and comes home for treatments for his cancer) and had a huge blowup fight with my dad, because my brother...is a Trump supporter. *HEADDESK FOREVER*
I can't even begin to say how horrified and astounded I am with this. I mean, it literally makes no sense. He is steadfast and dismissive of everything resembling logic and facts. Like, if the GOP successfully repeals ACA, there goes his preexisting condition coverage. FOR CANCER, WHICH HE IS STILL BATTLING. He hates his current job, and he can't even afford to live by himself, so how he thinks he's going to out-of-pocket chemo/appointments/Rx if he ever jumps ship blows my mind. He gets all high-and-mighty about government safety nets, yet the fact that he has lived with our parents FOR YEARS is not the same thing at all. It's like Fox News sent a burrowing mindworm into his head that has built up a shield against anything that might threaten that position. If my brother, an intelligent guy surrounded by strong women, thinks Trump is a great guy and a wonderful new start for this country, I have a hard time keeping a shred of hope for overcoming the Presidon't and his cronies.
I am maintaining a list of phrases to use in place of putting the word "President" next to that asshole's name in any context. Thus, Presidon't, Presiwon't, Dishonest Don, Hair Furor, The Yam in Chief, Ugly Bigly, and so on. Have you heard any good ones?
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Date: 2017-01-24 03:16 am (UTC)And holy crap, your brother. o_o Just...wow.
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Date: 2017-01-24 02:33 pm (UTC)My brother and I have always been very different types, but I just can't even with this.
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Date: 2017-01-24 12:19 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear about your brother. That would demoralize me, too. But I'm staying focused on all the good people doing awesome work to undermine Trumpelthinskin (and the fact that it seems to be working).
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Date: 2017-01-24 02:41 pm (UTC)You are totally right; so many people are united against that navel-gazing orange that I can't lose faith. I set up a recurring donation to the ACLU and last night got a magazine from them with his awful face on the cover and the tagline "SEE YOU IN COURT". It made me proud.