Rape Is Criminal and Unacceptable

Obvious statement is obvious. And yet, it still apparently still needs to be made.

So, some rapists got in trouble for raping someone. Shocking.

Seems like some people focused on the horror of being a rapist, rather than the horror of being raped. Because those poor boys will be labeled sex offenders for life. All over one youthful, drunken mistake.

Let me help those people out with their feelings of sympathy and pity. Getting into your car and driving while drunk, then smacking your car upside an embankment is a drunken mistake.

Getting drunk and deciding to streak the football game is as drunken mistake.

Getting drunk, then getting a girl so drunk she passes out, taking off her clothes, inserting things into her vagina, urinating and ejaculating on her, and then taking video and pictures and distributing them on social networking sites IS NOT a youthful, drunken mistake.

It's a deliberate act of sexual violation and personal humiliation carried out by entitled, self serving, myopic, coddled dickheads. It's rape. With a side bonus of faux slut-shaming.

The boys had some charming texts that display their wit and compassion. Don't read if you're easily nauseated by human indecency.

Here's some people who said it a lot better than I could:

Genevieve Burgess

The punishment for getting too drunk should be a hangover, not sexual assault. Anyone who argues differently is a monster.

darmatugan

"When you're working to change women's behavior in order to prevent rape, you're really just saying 'make sure he rapes the other girl'."

NateMan

These rapists raped a girl. Raped. It's an ugly, ugly word, but it's the right one. She has to live with it the rest of her life. I'm okay with these two being forced to do that as well.

 Here's the juice:

• This is about human rights. Period.  

• It is wrong to focus on how woman can avoid being raped. The focus should be on educating and developing a cultural that eliminates rape from the sexual repertoire. To be reductive about it: Women shouldn't have to avoid rape, rather men should not be raping. 

• A person shouldn't have to say "No." No sexual activity should occur until someone explicitly says "Yes." 

And I Don't Have A Soul To Save. Yes, And I Sin Every Single Day.

I went to bed at 10:30 last night and woke up at 1:30 am this morning. I've been up since.

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Thanks be for Netflix and all 478 seasons of MI-5.

Not getting enough sleep feels suspiciously like a hangover, which is really unfair if you think about it. At least with a proper hangover you can point to the source and say: Yes, it was that second whole bottle of tequila that did me in!

But a non-sleep hangover you just go: Why do I feel as if I'd been drowned in whiskey and hung out to molder?

Now I have to go and drown in the beauty that is Richard Armitage a bit more. It is really ridiculous how handsome and appealing he is. Seriously. He may actually be a legitimate health threat of some kind. Causes brain disorder that leads to swooning, staring at screens too long, and sighing way too much.

Has anybody out there ever been haunted by the smell of maple syrup, with no syrup on hand causing the fragrance? Sometimes I think I'm going crazy.

All the other times I know I'm already there.

I cannot get over this man's nose. Damn sexy beast.

In The Midst of Overwhelming Self Indulgent WhinyPant-ness

I get a call from my brother. There are certain people I always pick up the phone for, no matter the time, place, my mental state, etc.

I'm not saying it's always the best decision to take these calls, I'm just saying I take them.

I answer the phone and receive this opening gambit:

"Okay, so my life still sucks worse than yours. Listen to this:"

What followed was a typical scenario of the type that befalls my family. No greater or smaller evil than most people experience (I think). The conversation diverged when I asked him about a zombie show and he had this to say about the possibility of a zombie apocalypse: "We have tanks. I don't care how undead you are when I've pulverized you."

This totally wins for phone call of the week.

Amidst The Crumbling Of Your Life

What do you still find time to do?

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This is my first ever screencap that I made all by myself. Isn't the Internet terrifying?

I don't know if the consistency is comforting or disturbing. But will it always be as sweet? 

Equally perplexing in a chicken/egg way: do I love Basil Rathbone because he is Holmes, or did I fall in love with Holmes because he was Basil Rathbone?

In any event, the result is the same.

That Sucked

I spent the last 1.5 days cleaning my house so a potential renter could come by and view it. She just left.

While I fully realize that I am very lucky to have friends that will let me move in with them, the enormity of having to move out of this apartment is overwhelming me. Truly--I haven't packed anything. I haven't called to cancel services. I haven't put anything up for sale. I haven't secured storage facilities.

I'm just. . . what am I? I'm drowning. I don't even have the energy to properly whine about just how awful I feel.

Do you ever get the feeling that nothing is ever going to go your way again? And that maybe the universe is playing you for the terminal fool?

Asleep at 4 am, Awake at 7 am

It's a pretty shitty deal. But there are some rewards. Like the desperate email from your mother who has turned the excel template you gave her into some sort of Frankenstein's monster document with a pastiche of "strategies."

The title of the email was: HELP!

Normally in these situations I try to foresincally recreate what the perp has done, to see if I trace their deranged thought and formatting patterns and return the abused file to some semblance of workability.

Lack of sleep and general bleh made me look a this file for about two minutes and go, "Fuck it. We're starting from scratch."

And I'm so freaking lazy I did this all from my bed using only my, gasp!, touchpad. No double screens or finesse of mouse control for me, baby! We run on Dr. Pepper and badassery (and we don't wanna get out from under the covers because it's chilly).

And The Night Lingered Long

Peppered with late texts, late emails, and a late phone call.

The phone call was with a kind friend who let me dally in the past and ramble in vague. Which was very much appreciated, as I wanted to be talking about anything but the present.

Turn on the t.v. and catch the last of The Thin Red Line. Jesus, what is up with Terrance Malick? And was everybody in this frigging film? Just from the last 30 minutes I caught:

• Nick Nolte
• Sean Penn
• Jim Caviezal
• That guy from Romeo+Juliet and Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang
• Ben Chaplin
• John C. Reilly
• Adrian Brody
• Thomas Jane
• Elias Koteas
• George Clooney

Now Cape Fear is on, with DeNiro wandering about calling out "Counselor? Oh, Counselor!"

Top Gun comes out in IMAX 3D this weekend. It's also streaming on Netflix. I could riff off of this endlessly, so just let me say:

I am sad. And tired. And rather out of hope. But there's still bills to pay, things to clean, things to pack, more things to clean, hopes to dash, laments to make.

So after I fell in love with the sound of Christoph Waltz's voice, I discovered this:

Disturbingly, this just makes me love him more. Am I instinctively attracted to insane silly people? Or is everybody actually silly and insane and only a few show it?