rubykatewriting: (The Office: Crotch Shot)
Remember how I said that Texas often makes me SMFH? Yeah, this bullshit is one of the reasons that this state still looks so backfuckingasswards.

...I just have no fucking words for how horrifying this situation is, or is getting by the damn second. Mr. Araguz's family is a fucking shame to humans E V E R Y W H E R E.

*Subject line is a quote from an amazing article someone commented with on my post over at [livejournal.com profile] ontd_political called Questioning Transphobia: Disclosure, Trans Panic, and Ciscentric Narratives of Honesty. You should definitely check it out.
rubykatewriting: (The Big Bang Theory: Sheldon Smiles)
My Lit & Film professor is an actor, as is his wife, and apparently back in the day, his wife went through a few auditions with Adam Lambert when he came here to TUTS (that's Theater Under the Stars for non-Houstonians; this is also where Chandra Wilson, a.k.a. HBIC FOREVER, got her start as well). ALSO ALSO ALSO, my prof met JIM PARSONS, who also went to my soon-to-be school, University of Houston, several times as they did the audition circuit down here. I'm like three from THE Glambert AND SHELDON on the Kevin Bacon thingamajig. Yes, it's tenuous at best but lemme have this, 'kay? DON'T BE A BUNCH OF FUN-SUCKERS, Y'ALL. Of course, it still doesn't beat being three from Ben McKenzie. Yeah, that's the fun factoid of the last SEVERAL MILLENNIA.
rubykatewriting: (Texas Texas Texas)
I would not be lying when I say that this is a completely accurate description of Houston in the summer. Please, now, hold on, everyone, the line to come for a visit starts to the left of me.
rubykatewriting: (Texas Texas Texas)


What's that? Oh, yeah. FLAMES. FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE. Perry, you fucking moron. SERIOUSLY. You're going with ANTI-LATINO IN TEXAS? REALLY NOW? I think that should work spendidly for you. IF YOUR DESIRE IS TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED SO HARD COME THE NEXT ELECTION YOU WILL HAVE TO BEND YOUR ELBOWS TO SHIT.

AND IN MY CITY. BECAUSE YOU KNEW AUSTIN WOULDN'T HAVE ANY OF THESE SHENANIGANS.

MOTHERFUCKING FUCK.
rubykatewriting: (30 Rock: Thor's Hammer)
Texas man cleared of shooting suspected burglars.

Oh, Pasadena.

Hey, y'all!

Jun. 9th, 2008 11:40 am
rubykatewriting: (Oh Shia)
Idaho was chilly, rainy, and windy, but absolutely lovely. )

In other news of the awesome, Lewis Black is coming to Houston in July. This makes me veddy, veddy happy.

And finally a book rec: Max Brooks’ World War Z. I read it while I was in Idaho Falls and immediately had to pass it on to Zeebert before I left who was to then give it to Rae for her flight to Europe. All I have to say is: NORTH KOREA. That shit freaked me the fuck out.
rubykatewriting: (Texas Texas Texas)
My cousin just texted me: "It is snowing and I am a bit disappointed in Idaho." Heh. Of course, I can only laugh to a point (it's a balmy 75 right now in Houston) because I'll be flying up for her graduation in about two weeks. It's gonna be a shock to my little Texan body, having to pack WINTER clothing in MAY.
rubykatewriting: (Texas Texas Texas)
Today is Go Texan Day, the official kickoff of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, or as I like to call it, "Wear random shit that is vaguely western-looking that you wouldn't dare to wear on any other day of the year." I mean, SERIOUSLY. It makes my inner-fashionista do that uppity-sniff/look-down-the-nose thing, but what she really wants to do is curl up in the corner and eat her own hair while rocking back and forth.

And why did I know - did I just know to my very bones - that the story making the rounds about the horse-as-tip was straight out of Texas? Extra bonus that it happened just across town in Sugarland. Yet we're surprised people outside of Texas ask us in all seriousness if we ride our horses to school (true story).

Oh, Texas, never change.
rubykatewriting: (The Only Choice)
LaLa and I discussing tomorrow night on the phone:

ME: I don't expect to, like, get to shake his hand or anything, but I really can't wait to see him in person. Even if it's from across a room.
LALA: Me too. I just want my far away picture.
ME: Yes!
LALA: That's totally him if you SQUINT!
ME: If you look really closely, that's the outline of his ears! That glint? That's totally his smile!

Then it picked up from there into much loftier conversation, wherein we discussed LaLa's niece and how kids today don't fully grasp – no matter who you're leaning towards – the importance of this election. Not just what’s riding on it, but the fact that the two candidates vying for the Democratic nomination are a black man and a woman is just phenomenal. Less than a century after women were given the vote; less than sixty years after the Civil Rights Movement – yes, that sounds horrible, but we’re still so far from where we should be, even after all of that, I just couldn’t imagine two such candidates finding footing so soon in my lifetime.

Anyway, deep thoughts are going away. Must work now.
rubykatewriting: (Pam: Into The Fire)
So. It's raining. This is not news. Out of the past two and half weeks or so, we've had about two days of sun. When the boys walk through the back yard, there is this disgusting sucking noise with each step (think Steve Martin in that scene from Roxanne when he's describing the aliens to the old biddies). Of course, come this summer when the inevitable drought sets in and I'm doing the watering equivalent of musical chairs I'll be ruing this day I complained (oh there will be so much ruage, people).

*

Reason one through one million times eleventy why having only a one car garage suckeths muchly.

Mom: [re-enters house] Honey, you need to move your car.
Me: [standing outside bathroom, naked as the day I was born] !!!
Mom: [rightfully interpreting my silence] Nevermind, I'll move your car.
Me: [not really meaning it] Are you sure? Because, like I can't. I'm like totally naked. (Apparently being caught unawares turns me into straight up Valley girl. Who knew.)
Mom: Now I'm totally going to make you move your own damn car.
Me: The neighbors will never recover, Mom.
Mom: Fine. RUIN ALL MY FUN.

*

Today is the final day of [livejournal.com profile] annakovsky's brilliant serial Life under the Observer Effect. (I'm eagerly, desperately anticipating part 5.) It's The Office fic, Ryan/Pam, Jim/Pam, and oh hell, it's just so wonderful, a lovely little story to fill the ever-increasing void that is the never-ending writer's strike. Great world building, characterizations, banter, very much taking its cues from screwball comedies of old. THANK GOD for AK's recent obsession with Cary Grant is my final word on the subject.

BLARGH.

May. 3rd, 2007 07:58 am
rubykatewriting: (Venkman: I Feel so FUNKY)
Dear Houston (and Texas at large) Weather,

You are FIRED.

Fuck off and die,
me
rubykatewriting: (HIMYM: A New Middle)
I'm actually considering road-tripping to see this. I blame [livejournal.com profile] halfway2home. Also, the pretty. I'd actually get to see the pretty in person. I have reached new depths of shallow. Who knew? (This icon perfectly captures my feelings on this.)

Must call Ngoc. She mentioned she wanted to start traveling. I'm not sure Fort Worth really rates on her "places to visit" list, but still. I need a buddy if I’m going to indulge this insanity. ETA: So we're going, Ngoc and I. Just bought the tickets. June 9th, 2pm, I will officially hit stalker-status.

I saw The Invisible (ehhh....) and In the Land of Women (some humorous and emotionally resonant moments [mostly thanks to Olympia Dukakis] mixed in with a whole lot of blah, although it did have Annie as the younger sis, which led to one of the most awesome exchanges EVER. Carter: I used to be like you when I was your age. Paige: You were a girl? Hahahahaha. I find mocking Adam Brody so amusing that I'll even take it in character) this weekend. I also got a little bit drunk on ONE margarita. This whole as-little-alcohol-as-possible-so-as-to-aid-the-weight-loss has totally turned me into a lightweight. Not just a lightweight, but a fucking lightweight. My mother could drink me under the table.

One upside to sitting through In the Land of Women is getting to see the trailer for Across the Universe on the big screen. I've heard that there has been some major reworking by the studio, but I still really want to see it.

Oh, and Saturday night I dreamed Ryan Gosling was killed in a tractor accident on the set of his new movie. I woke up DISTRESSED. My first thought? He and Rachel will never be together again. I'm a freak, people. A FREAK.
rubykatewriting: (Bright: Whaaa?)
There is nothing more surreal than coming home to find your local news station is providing a live feed to Fox News (don't ask). Or the steady whir of helicopters overhead as they buzzed their way ten minutes down 45S, and you know where they're going, and why.

Shit, why is it always the southeast side? Clear Lake just can't catch a break.
rubykatewriting: (Rage OUT)
Lawmaker Wants Bible Classes In Schools

No. Just no. That's what Sunday school classes are for, or bible study groups. This should not be permitted in schools, elective or otherwise. After that whole underage abortion thing (and re-electing Rick Perry AGAIN), I didn't think I could feel any more ashamed of my state but fuck if this don't prove me wrong.

You are officially on notice, Texas.
rubykatewriting: (Hiro: Waffles!)
I ordered food from Hungry's today. HUGE mistake - well, until I finally got back to my desk and started eagerly shoveling down my beloved Black Bean Orzo Pasta Salad and cup of Black Bean with Pico de Gallo soup. Oh, and peed. Holy hell, I had to pee. It's just the Village is ridiculous during the lunch hour. Narrow streets coupled with small parking lots and loads of people (rich ones at that, ones who couldn't possibly care less that they are shitty, entitled drivers) = a pissy rubykate. I just need to stick to my "Only after 1 PM" rule when it comes to the Village from now on, but my hunger was like an angry, bitter thing since I didn't have dinner last night and a small breakfast this morning.

I did see Dr. Pest over there. He was having lunch with some lady who I know isn't his wife, but I'm sure it was a drug rep. There was no hanky panky, but he was certainly being charming with his Alan Alda voice (seriously, he sounds exactly like him, which is amusing considering I think AA is kind of a dick and a know-it-all. It's fitting) and his kickin' it old school preppy Penny Loafers. He is one of those people that is beyond abrasive and ten miles past out there yet totally brilliant, which is the only reason he's kept his job here all these years as he never curbs his tongue when it comes to the doctors here in our department or the so-called failings of this institution. (He once accused another doctor and his research nurse of being "Commies." People, I could not make this shit up if I tried.)

Then there was the guy who was cute (GORGEOUS eyes) but packaged in the way of Gael García Bernal, i.e. pocket-sized, and the sort of cute pink polo guy who had no problem staring and not smiling – a giant-sized peeve of mine, which has equal parts to do with the annoyance of someone (mostly guys in my experience) who just stare and stare like some pervert and my being Texas born and bred. (Something you should know should you ever find yourself in Texas: if you don't smile or make eye contact or at least greet someone [especially in response], you will be deemed a snooty, stuck up asshole/bitch [trust me, that's what everyone called me when I first started here and it was simply because I was shy]. Or a foreigner [and that means Yanks, too]. It's just a thing down here.)

And now I’m going to finish up lunch and start back on my special project. *WHINE*
rubykatewriting: (Well Shit)
I went up to Comanche to pick up the grandmother yesterday, and we drove back this morning. I always enjoy those first few hours with my grandmother because it’s easier to shrug off her less than appealing qualities. She's staying through the New Year, and I'm still on the fence as to whether this is a good thing. To put it bluntly, she makes me fucking BATTY. I usually find myself alternating between wanting to plug my ears with my fingers whilst screaming "Lalalalalala!" at the top of my lungs, or telling her, at last, STFU already. Yes, I realize this sounds harsh, but she is one of those people that wear their ignorance like a badge of honor.

But there is one thing to be said for road trips and that is it gives you time to think. So I’ve put together a list, a How To for surviving here should you ever find yourself wandering the back road highways of Texas.

Road-Tripping Texas Style )

Now for a bit of bitching that I MUST post for the betterment of all.

Letter to Temple, Texas )

Ahem. Whoo. SO MUCH BETTER NOW. Thanks.

Among other things, I finally got to watch The Office and The O.C. today and OMG, LOVE. Ridiculously so. I won’t go into specifics as I really need to go wash off my honey mask and toss my washer load into the dryer and do other little things before I can go to bed, but TWO HOURS OF AWESOME MUST BE COMMENTED ON.

Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] halfway2home, I adore the holiday mix. It had me grinning from about Brenham to Temple. It’s a toss-up as to which track is my favorite, but right now Snow Patrol’s When I get Home for Christmas and the Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman duet All I Want for Christmas are tied for the lead. Seriously. There is not one skipper, and I never would have thought I’d like a cover of Last Christmas, which rates up there among my favorite Christmas songs as well as in the top five of my favorite George Michael songs.

Now, I really need to go wash off my honey mask, put the gunk in my hair that makes it somewhat tamable in lovely Houston, Texas, and go to bed.
rubykatewriting: (Venkman: I Feel so FUNKY)
My aunt sent me this:

Due to the popularity of the Survivor shows, Texas is planning to do one entitled, Survivor - Texas Style.

The contestants will all start in Dallas, then drive to Waco, Austin, San Antonio, over to Houston and down to Brownsville. They will then proceed up to Del Rio, El Paso, Midland, Odessa, Lubbock and Amarillo. From there they will go on to Abilene, Fort Worth and finally back to Dallas.

Each will be driving a pink Volvo with bumper stickers that read:


I'm Gay, I Love the Dixie Chicks, Boycott Beef, I Voted for John Kerry, George Strait Sucks, Hillary in 2008 and I'm here to confiscate your gun.

The first one to make it back to Dallas alive wins.

First off, holy shit, that drive! I shudder to think of all that time stuck in a car. By the time you finished, your ass would be permanently deflated. Secondly, HAHAHA! I love my state, but there are still some backward folks living 'round these parts. Sadly, some of those are members of my own family.

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