misshepeshu: (Dance!)
Dudes! The California Supreme Court finally got off their asses and ruled 4-3 that prohibiting same-sex marriages was unconstitutional, going so far as to say that discrimination based on sexual orientation is on the same legal footing as racial and gender bias.

Holy shit!

I mean, holy shit!

(The victory, however, is still provisional: Californians can still vote in November to put a same-sex marriage ban in the Constitution.)

The dissent by Judge Marvin Baxter agreed with many of the arguments set forth by the majority but argued that the court had overstepped its bounds and that this was an issue that should be decided by the voters.

No. No it shouldn't. When it comes to the rights of the minorities, the disenfranchised and the underprivileged, the voters and legislators are the worst bodies to determine and define those rights. Because guess what? There's a goddamn motherfucking turdburgling reason why these people are disenfranchised in the first place--the inequities exist because the majority are reluctant to put the disadvantaged on the same footing as they are. We've seen this over and over again with gender discrimination and racial discrimination; a lot of the rhetoric surrounding inter-racial marriage echoes what's being said about same-sex marriage now (It flies against everything we know to be wholesome and healthy! You're still allowed to marry, you just can't marry the one you want! You're violating traditional notions of family and marriage! You're violating the natural order [unspoken subtext: as determined by our interpretations of an ancient and highly unreliable sacred text supposedly revealed by a Judeo-Christian God]).

What I really want to know is: What kinds of traditional definitions of marriage are these people pulling out of their asses? Marriage, an institution based on legal and cultural traditions, changes with the times, and attempting to point to an arbitrary point in the past and go "Here, HERE'S where the real traditional marriage is, and we should freeze it there forever" strikes me as, if you'll pardon my French, plein de motherfucking merde.
misshepeshu: (Blackbeard)
Ooofah. So tired. Didn't get back from Plunderathon until 5 a.m., and what's more, I woke up for some damn reason at 9:45 and couldn't get back to sleep, though I was too tired to actually get up. I was constantly in motion from about noon to well past midnight last night. My body hurts all over, though in a very pleasant way. All in all, I currently possess the vim and vigor of a soggy pancake. A happy soggy pancake.


1. The pirate ship! Holy crapdamn fuckmonkeys on a pretzel stick, Dave built a two-masted ship from a shopping cart, PVC pipe, cotter pins and cloth. The HMS Venture (last year's was the HMS Birdman, so I'm waiting to see if next year's has an Invader Zim name) was a brute to steer, but it certainly looked impressive.

2. The pirate flag! Really fucking huge. Really fucking impressive. Really fucking unwieldy.

3. Encountering Ua and Karissa (dude, am I spelling your name right?) unexpectedly and getting to hang out with them for a good portion of the day.

4. Encountering many other friends expectedly and getting to hang out with them for a good portion of the day.

5. Showing up at the Morlock Pit with absolutely no preparation and going "Uh, help?" and having them throw awesome costume fixins at me. My pirate getup turned out quite well. Not very elaborate, but less lame than last year's, and decently sexy if the distracted stares I got were any indication. The people most distracted were the ones who knew that all I was wearing underneath the corset-vest was a bandeau of cloth held by nothing more than safety pins and a prayer. (It held up really, really well, though. No inadvertent nippage, which: WIN!)

6. Winning a pack of Vivid Man dirty playing cards. Oh damn. Katie and Jess, I need to show it to you some time. You guys will love it. LOVE. IT.

7. Getting a magnificent moustache-and-goatee drawn on me by the Dread Pirate Scott. Later, when The Fez was boring us and we decided to wander downtown, we crashed a wedding party at the Gerding Theater for two minutes and danced amidst a sea of formally-dressed people. The person videotaping the party swung his camera and trained it on us for a little bit. I hope we make it through the editing; that would be radtacular.

All in all, a most excellent Plunderathon. Pictures soon. I took over a hundred, though after weeding out the useless ones, it'll likely be about 30 to 40.

But for now: huge glass of water, feeding cats, cleaning house, and tango.

And later: collecting stuff I left at the Pit, and COLLAPSERATION.

Edited to add: One major highlight I forgot to mention was the time a pirate T-shirt shot out of the cannon (yeah, we had a home-made air cannon) got stuck in a tree outside of the Ash Street Saloon. I was hoisted with little ceremony onto James the Unimaginatively Named Pirate's shoulders, given the aforementioned Really Fucking Huge and Really Fucking Unwieldy flag and told to knock it down. It was awesome. I was really high up, I had three people holding my ass up, and my butt was pretty much on James's face (I was an asshat, literally!); trying to do all this without dropping the flag or falling on my fucking ass was some of the most fun I've had with all my clothes on.
misshepeshu: (Blackbeard)

This Saturday. Meet at 3 p.m. at Skidmore Fountain. Be there, or be a scurvy landlubber.

More details here.

Dave, Melissa: Need any help? Want me to show up early at the Pit?
misshepeshu: (Default)
1. Sarah and I wrote a crapload of parody poetry. About David Hasselhoff.

You think we kid? Oh we don't kid about the Hoff, baby. Read it and weep.

2. Bike porn. Clinton Street Theater, 9 p.m., this Friday. I'm definitely going to be there. Who else is going? Various friends have submitted at least two films. One's an interspecies (inter-element? inter-organic?) love story about a man and his fixie, the other's actually porn. Like, people porn. With the fucking and all. You should accompany me, yes yes. You know you want to.

3. The Bus Project's Wheelies award. I designed their website, and I'm volunteering there Saturday night. Alas, not free--tickets are $24--but I have plenty of tickets to sell if you want them, and the Bus is a pretty nifty organization to support.
misshepeshu: (Nerds are Hot)
Anyone want to help me celebrate by conducting this experiment? If frozen hot dogs are a little bit too exciting for you, we can use other things.

I wish I had enough time to make pie tonight so I could eat it in celebration. Damn.
misshepeshu: (FAPPO!)
Tidbit 1: It really blows my goddamn mind that some people were worked up about a Muslim congressman swearing into office using the Quran. In fact, it really, really motherfucking blows my mind that they expected him to swear in using the motherfucking Bible, and viewed his desire to take a ceremonial oath on a book that actually, y'know, means something to his faith, as somehow un-American and dangerous. What in the cunting motherfucking shitfuck is wrong with some people? Seriously.

Tidbit 2a: Finally watched The Prestige last night with [livejournal.com profile] ibnfirnas, [livejournal.com profile] xwrn and Antonia. What a fantastic movie. My expectations were pretty damn high, because a) Christopher Nolan, b) Christian Bale, and c) DAVID GODDAMN BOWIE AS NIKOLA GODDAMN TESLA, but this movie exceeded all expectations. It was over two hours long, but every single minute was essential to the plot--and best of all, I really had no idea how and where the movie was going to end up. The ending? Blew me away. Even the cheesy dying-gasp-of-air speech and Big Revelation were riveting. I will be buying this when it comes out on DVD, oh yessss, preciousss.

Also? The slash for that movie practically writes itself. And I'm not normally one for slash fiction.

Tidbit 2b: Finished watching Capote on Wednesday night. It was another movie that blew me away; Philip Seymour Hoffman deserved that Oscar and then some. The movie's take on Capote as an utterly self-centered being with the occasional self-aware glimpse of what he'd become was just brilliant. Watch this movie. Do it.

Announcement: I'll be in Califnordia from tonight through Wednesday evening, gallivanting with assorted people at assorted times, but primarily with [livejournal.com profile] redsouffle, [livejournal.com profile] ariiadne, [livejournal.com profile] xwrn, [livejournal.com profile] vyrin and [livejournal.com profile] tarentel. We're going to catch a taping of The Price is Right live, eeeeee! If you need to get ahold of me, call me. This is going to rock so hard.

Also, a request: if anybody has suggestions for songs to play as we drive into Los Angeles, I'd love to hear 'em. So far, the contenders are:

"Los Angeles, I'm Yours" - The Decemberists
"Take California" - The Propellerheads
"California" - Wax
"Welcome to the Jungle" - Guns n Roses
"Paradise City" - Guns n Roses
"California Love" - 2Pac
"LAUSD" - Jurassic 5
"Californication" - Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Ænema" - Tool (I get the impression Maynard James Keenan isn't very fond of LA from this song; what about you?)
"Beverly Hills" - Weezer
"Burn Hollywood Burn" - Public Enemy
"Celluloid Heroes" - The Kinks
"Hollywood Freaks" - Beck
"Surf Wax America" - Weezer
"L.A." - Elliot Smith
"Boyz-n-the-hood" - Dynamite Hack
"Straight Outta Compton" - N.W.A.
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
Friends, panty-fetishists and countrymen,

Four more things have popped up in my radar. First off are two! bands! with! exclamation points! in! their! names! You Say Party! We Say Die! and Thunderbirds Are Now! are playing at the Towne Lounge on Monday, October 9, starting at 10 p.m. It's a cheap show, only $7. I have never heard of these bands before, but they're indie, and their names are incredibly amusing. Anyone game for plunging into this blind with me?

And then there's a book reading at Powell's by Daily Show regular John Hodgman on Tuesday, October 10.

And HOLY SHIT, you guys! Richard Dawkins! At Powell's! October 27 at Powell's on Burnside at 7:30 p.m. I don't necessarily agree with everything he has to say, but I'm a fangirl anyway.

Last but by no means the least are Viva Voce and Silversun Pickups at the Doug Fir Lounge on September 28 at 9 p.m. It's another cheap show--only $12. I really like Silversun Pickups, but I have no idea what Viva Voce sounds like--however, I have one of their CDs winging its way towards me from the library, so I'll find out soon enough. Also, they're with Barsuk records. This doesn't really mean much, normally, but Barsuk artists are usually rock-solid musicians even if they aren't to my tastes; Nada Surf, Death Cab for Cutie, They Might Be Giants, John Vanderslice and Mates of State are probably some of the more recognizable names on that label.

I'm going to have to update my Rocktober calendar. Sweet baby Ganesh wept.


Sep. 20th, 2006 10:20 am
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
The four weeks stretching from the end of September till the end of October are going to be out of control. Here's a list of events I'll be attending:

MC Chris at Dante's on September 29th

Rose City Rollers on September 30th

Shaolin Kung Fu Spectacular on October 1st

Nada Surf with Guster at the Crystal Ballroom on October 4th

Zombiewalk First Thursday on October 5th

Too Much Coffee Man: The Opera on October 7th

You Say Party! We Say Die! and Thunderbirds are Now! on October 9th, 10 p.m. at the Towne Lounge (Too tired that night to do check it out)

John Hodgman at Powell's on October 10th (Had too many things to do for the Bus Project to make this one, cry cry)

Sufjan Stevens at the Crystal Ballroom on October 13th

Electric Six at the Doug Fir on October 16th

Candidates Gone Wild at the Roseland, also on October 16th (Thank God Electric Six starts late--I plan to dash across the river some time around 10:30-ish to see if they've started)

The Decemberists at the Crystal Ballroom on October 17th and 18th

Al Gore at the Rose Quarter on October 24th

Regina Spektor at Lola's Room on October 25th

Richard Dawkins at Powell's on October 27th (Schwern's voting party is the same night, and the appeal of reading ballot measures out loud in silly voices wins)

Viva Voce and Silversun Pickups at the Doug Fir on October 28th

Trick or Vote at the Crystal Ballroom on October 29th

I have a nagging feeling that I have something to go to on October 20th, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what it is. (Wow, typing out "for the life of me, I cannot remember" has just made me think of "The Freshmen" by The Verve Pipe. Yayfor one-hit-wonder 90s alternabands with sappy radio ballads that I TOTALLY LOVED and now feel slightly ashamed for liking!)

Those of you who wish to accompany me to these events are Highly Encouraged to do so. As far as I know, [livejournal.com profile] xwrn is coming with me to MC Chris, the Roller Derby and TMCM:TO, [livejournal.com profile] borktron is attending the Shaolin Kung Fu Spectacular and the Rose City Rollers (though he doesn't know about the latter yet, ha ha), Michael (not to be confused with [livejournal.com profile] borktron, [livejournal.com profile] xwrn or the myriad of Michaels who are also friends of mine) might go to Nada Surf with me, [livejournal.com profile] never_here, [livejournal.com profile] arashikami, [livejournal.com profile] davethegreat, [livejournal.com profile] marsala1 and a bunch of other friends are going to be at the Zombie Walk, I'm dragging [livejournal.com profile] theotherjay along to see Sufjan Stevens, one of The Decemberists concerts and Al Gore, and [livejournal.com profile] arashikami, [livejournal.com profile] lilithsaintcrow and [livejournal.com profile] crab_caution are planning to check out Regina Spektor.

Whew. When did I become such a social fucking butterfly?
misshepeshu: (COLBERT RLY?)
Dude! Al Gore is going to be in town on October 24th.

[livejournal.com profile] theotherjay, you're coming with me to this, if nothing else. That's all there is to it.
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
When: 8 p.m., this Friday, 9/15/06
Where: O'Bryant Square in downtown Portland (SW Park & Washington)
Bring: A pillow
Things to do: Smack other people with pillows. Leave the pillowless alone.
More details: I can't imagine why you'd need more, but if you do need them, here's where you can check.

I plan to be there, probably with my friends Michael and Andy in tow. Any of youse folks planning to attend?
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
Oh you know it's going to be sweet as fuck.

So. Snakes on a plane! Tomorrow, 10 p.m., Lloyd Center Cinemas. Who's in? I'm going after the Jason Webley show at the Red and Black. [livejournal.com profile] theotherjay is (almost definitely?) going, too, sporting his TOTALLY AWESOME Snakes on a Plane T-shirt.

You know you want to, oh yes you do. E-mail me or leave comments here, and yea, we shall get together a posse of dorks to watch the most awesome movie featuring reptiles on an airborne vehicle EVER.
misshepeshu: (Blackbeard)
OK, kittens! For the full directory of Plunderathon pictures, go here. What follows is just a selection of my favorite pictures. Click on the cut only if you're very patient, or if you have broadband and feel like looking at over twenty 600 x 450 pictures.

We are two mariners, our ship's sole survivors, in this belly of a whale... )
misshepeshu: (cowbell)
I'm really excited about the 163rd Annual Portland Plunderathon this Saturday. PIRATES! In the STREETS! Having beanbag fights and pirate fights and beating on pinatas! OMG!


Hey, Michael, what was that awesome song from the Monkey Island game again? The one that ends in *mumble mumble* doorhinge?

Any of you Portland peeps want to join in on the fun, please let me know and maybe we can hit this up together. Dave, the friend who's organizing this, is loads o' fun--he's a gonzo bisexual polyamorous photographer who volunteers for the Red Cross almost full-time, and most of his friends are wacky artists and cynical philantropists. I'm not quite sure how I fit in, but I think my love of dick jokes and ability to cuss in four different languages gives me a free pass.

misshepeshu: (Default)
One-off big screen showing of The Boondock Saints. This coming Monday (May 22) 8 p.m. at the Lloyd Center Cinemas. Ah, c'mon, you know you want to.

(God, if only they'd show that outtake of the two of them naked and talking to Ma on the big screen. *fans self*)


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