The Frozen She-Wolf Of The Tundra
Nov. 12th, 2004 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I'm'a do the blogger thing and link to and discuss someone else's post. Because Corey is on freaking myspace. Now, "anon-comment" real-life / non-lj friends of mine who are sick of getting left out of all the dirt on my friends-protected entries, think about this: Myspace doesn't even let non-users POST COMMENTS. Yes. So the world can read his blog, but if they want to say, "dude, I feel it", they have to GET AN ACCOUNT WITH MYSPACE. That's stupid.
I said as much in his presence, and one of the dudes with him was like, "So get an account," all snarky, he being the only other person IN THE WORLD with a Myspace account, and the only guy who leaves comments on Corey's blog because, see above, he's the only one who can.
Dude, I answered, I have a livejournal account and have had faithful readers of it for THREE YEARS who have never gotten an account even though they're free. People are not going to sign up to a site just to post comments. They're not. If they weren't already going to sign up, it's like impossible to get them to do so. I swear.
And besides, MySpace lists your ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Come on. No way.
I am not a "hey baby what's your sign" person.
Also, his blog url has like six of those & and = parameters in it, such that it is impossible to give verbally or, say, in handwriting, or even to type out. It is the kind of URL that you can only copy and paste. Which is also pretty ridiculous.
Anyhow. Corey wrote a rather heartbreakingly funny blog post about his mom.
In which he, her only son, comes home from band practice with the CD his band recorded, and hands it to her with a big "I'm your son and did something good" smile, and asks her to listen to it, and she listens to it and is all, Well I don't get the lyrics. And he's like "I'm your son! Say something nice!" and she's like "Well, you're asking the wrong person."
DUDE HE ONLY HAS ONE MOM, YOU CRAZY WOMAN. No serioiusly, you are his ONLY MOTHER. I am astonished that I am the one who has to tell you this. Astonished, I tell you. And really-- you're the only mom he has. I'm serious. I know. Sit down. Breathe.
Dave has known Corey since, well, freshman year of high school at least (Corey having gone to a different Catholic elementary school within five miles of here, there being like EIGHT. Holy Buffalo Has Catholics Everywhere, Batman!) And thus, Dave has known Corey's mom for ten years now or more. And he has never liked Corey's mom.
He recently dubbed her "The Frozen She-Wolf Of The Tundra". And Corey was like, "that's awful," but he laughed.
I've seen only just enough that I'm way scared to go over there for fear of witnessing yet more of it. She crumbles my psyche, at 100 paces or greater.
Man, if there was ever anyone who needed to get out of his mom's house, it's Corey. But it's totally, honestly, not his fault. And I know everyone says that, but really. Like four potential roommates have backed out on him, including us-- our place only has 2 BR and Dave and I need separate bedrooms for serious or it isn't pretty (and also, if we had a roommate, I would have to put on clothes even when I don't want to, just to be socially acceptable, and also the fact that neither Dave nor I ever does dishes would be a problem.) -- and on top of that, his father is disabled and his mom sometimes needs help, and also they're very Catholic and he's well-indoctrinated with the guilt thing and she does that passive-aggressive kinda "No, no, it's too late to help me now, now you have to watch me suffer because you didn't do this when i asked you ten minutes ago-- and to think of all the hours I was in labor with you" thing.
Me, I learned at 18 that once you put over about 500 miles between you and a mother you've always fought with, she instantly becomes this wise and generous and caring and just plain smart person. And I have attempted to keep at least 150 miles between us for any protracted period of time. I could probably cut it down to about 50 miles safely at this point, as I'm so old and mature now, but less than that and we'd probably start shrieking at each other again. As it is I can't be home for longer than a week and if there's some aspect of my life we disagree on, make that 2 days.
But my mom isn't the Frozen She-Wolf of the Tundra, man.
Anyway, this was one big long THE GUILT HAS SPREAD TO ME BECAUSE I COULD HAVE HELPED YOU GET OUT OF YOUR MOM'S HOUSE AND I DIDN'T kind of post.
I'm so sorry! Everybody go to UnderTheEve.com (I'd link to the mp3 page but the server's not responding at the moment) and JUST FUCKING TELL HIM IT SOUNDS GOOD already!!! (Tell him the bass sounds good. He's a bassist.)
It's funny but it's sad. (And yes, it does sound good, and professional.)
And dude, you're his only mom. Who the hell else is he supposed to say "yay mom i did a good thing" to? I mean...
...
Not that I'm about to let my mom read my novel. GOD no.
I said as much in his presence, and one of the dudes with him was like, "So get an account," all snarky, he being the only other person IN THE WORLD with a Myspace account, and the only guy who leaves comments on Corey's blog because, see above, he's the only one who can.
Dude, I answered, I have a livejournal account and have had faithful readers of it for THREE YEARS who have never gotten an account even though they're free. People are not going to sign up to a site just to post comments. They're not. If they weren't already going to sign up, it's like impossible to get them to do so. I swear.
And besides, MySpace lists your ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Come on. No way.
I am not a "hey baby what's your sign" person.
Also, his blog url has like six of those & and = parameters in it, such that it is impossible to give verbally or, say, in handwriting, or even to type out. It is the kind of URL that you can only copy and paste. Which is also pretty ridiculous.
Anyhow. Corey wrote a rather heartbreakingly funny blog post about his mom.
In which he, her only son, comes home from band practice with the CD his band recorded, and hands it to her with a big "I'm your son and did something good" smile, and asks her to listen to it, and she listens to it and is all, Well I don't get the lyrics. And he's like "I'm your son! Say something nice!" and she's like "Well, you're asking the wrong person."
DUDE HE ONLY HAS ONE MOM, YOU CRAZY WOMAN. No serioiusly, you are his ONLY MOTHER. I am astonished that I am the one who has to tell you this. Astonished, I tell you. And really-- you're the only mom he has. I'm serious. I know. Sit down. Breathe.
Dave has known Corey since, well, freshman year of high school at least (Corey having gone to a different Catholic elementary school within five miles of here, there being like EIGHT. Holy Buffalo Has Catholics Everywhere, Batman!) And thus, Dave has known Corey's mom for ten years now or more. And he has never liked Corey's mom.
He recently dubbed her "The Frozen She-Wolf Of The Tundra". And Corey was like, "that's awful," but he laughed.
I've seen only just enough that I'm way scared to go over there for fear of witnessing yet more of it. She crumbles my psyche, at 100 paces or greater.
Man, if there was ever anyone who needed to get out of his mom's house, it's Corey. But it's totally, honestly, not his fault. And I know everyone says that, but really. Like four potential roommates have backed out on him, including us-- our place only has 2 BR and Dave and I need separate bedrooms for serious or it isn't pretty (and also, if we had a roommate, I would have to put on clothes even when I don't want to, just to be socially acceptable, and also the fact that neither Dave nor I ever does dishes would be a problem.) -- and on top of that, his father is disabled and his mom sometimes needs help, and also they're very Catholic and he's well-indoctrinated with the guilt thing and she does that passive-aggressive kinda "No, no, it's too late to help me now, now you have to watch me suffer because you didn't do this when i asked you ten minutes ago-- and to think of all the hours I was in labor with you" thing.
Me, I learned at 18 that once you put over about 500 miles between you and a mother you've always fought with, she instantly becomes this wise and generous and caring and just plain smart person. And I have attempted to keep at least 150 miles between us for any protracted period of time. I could probably cut it down to about 50 miles safely at this point, as I'm so old and mature now, but less than that and we'd probably start shrieking at each other again. As it is I can't be home for longer than a week and if there's some aspect of my life we disagree on, make that 2 days.
But my mom isn't the Frozen She-Wolf of the Tundra, man.
Anyway, this was one big long THE GUILT HAS SPREAD TO ME BECAUSE I COULD HAVE HELPED YOU GET OUT OF YOUR MOM'S HOUSE AND I DIDN'T kind of post.
I'm so sorry! Everybody go to UnderTheEve.com (I'd link to the mp3 page but the server's not responding at the moment) and JUST FUCKING TELL HIM IT SOUNDS GOOD already!!! (Tell him the bass sounds good. He's a bassist.)
It's funny but it's sad. (And yes, it does sound good, and professional.)
And dude, you're his only mom. Who the hell else is he supposed to say "yay mom i did a good thing" to? I mean...
...
Not that I'm about to let my mom read my novel. GOD no.
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Date: 2004-11-13 04:40 pm (UTC)Anyhow, I thought I'd comment that yours is the only LJ that I read regardless of topic. You always have something interesting and insightful to say. Anybody else, it better be about Lij, dammit! or you're wasting my time.
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Date: 2004-11-13 05:05 pm (UTC)Yeah, but a mom's a mom.
Actually I might let her read the novel.
If i can tone down the sex parts.
I dunno if I can, though. And I know she knows I know about that stuff, but I don't know that she'd appreciate it.
>the only LJ that I read regardless of topic
Good thing, too, because I don't think I ever post about him. ^.^ I don't think I ever even have once. Hee.
Thanks for saying so, though. I do tend to brain-dump into the journal, and it's nice to hear that there are bits that are reasonably interesting to others. I try, but sometimes just can't stop typing... :)
Well, I'm flattered!
Thanks for the support, B. :)
Re: Well, I'm flattered!
Date: 2004-11-16 03:39 pm (UTC)Re: Well, I'm flattered!
Date: 2004-11-16 03:42 pm (UTC)Sniffle.