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hackthis_archive) wrote2008-09-18 09:23 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2008-09-18 09:23 am
Blah.
My oranges have turned into shrivelled prunes. I'm averaging five hours of sleep a night, which is actually a lot better for me than it sounds. Sarah Palin and the Republican party continue to give me nightmares. And somebody pretty much just pissed on my head and called it rain.
On the upswing, I did post OSS (Olympic Swimmer Slash) yesterday (Random Acts of Crazy Behavior), which, let's face it, is the only thing I'm motivated about these days. I'd like to write something else, but I have no other fandom at the moment besides that and Generation Kill, which is *sob!* over. And there is nothing on network telly for me to get excited about. Damn. It's going to be a dry broadcast season for me. Maybe I'll start robbing banks or something.
Give me some good news. Anything. Something. Please?
On the upswing, I did post OSS (Olympic Swimmer Slash) yesterday (Random Acts of Crazy Behavior), which, let's face it, is the only thing I'm motivated about these days. I'd like to write something else, but I have no other fandom at the moment besides that and Generation Kill, which is *sob!* over. And there is nothing on network telly for me to get excited about. Damn. It's going to be a dry broadcast season for me. Maybe I'll start robbing banks or something.
Give me some good news. Anything. Something. Please?
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Right, so I had this hilarious blind item post about Braylon Edwards and Michael Phelps, all about shoulder massages and man-love and them hitting up the Box of Cocks, Cleveland's preeminent gay establishment and home of 2-for-1 Appletini Sundays... but, now I can't find the source. So much for the Box of Cocks.
So, I guess all I got is Ryan's okay on drug tests after all, and the jeahing in action. I like how he totally loses his train of thought until Michael's out of visual range again. And more fashion stuff. Ryan can blackmail him into modeling his fashion line.
I need to read your GK stuff; I'm just holding back until I catch up on episodes. Which probably won't matter anyway, since I picked up the book. It's been kind of interesting; it means all my coworkers come by, see it, and go "Well, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THAT," and then there's a half hour lecture on, like, humvees.
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[has fit]
Also, aren't you supposed to be writing a story about Ian and Michael? Like another story about Ian and Michael? I know you are. Stop being coy. I wants it!
FYI, Generation Kill is my most holy of holy, like if I am angry I turn it on. If I am sad, I turn it on. Happy, bored, breathing, that's what I watch. Yeah. I know.
drive-by posting
http://layontheice.blogspot.com/2008/09/gossip-corner.html
found this via ontd_olympics btw
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To make up for that link, here's one I trust is true: http://www.afterelton.com/people/2008/9/bobcostas :). It's an interview with Bob Costas where he answers questions about NBC's coverage of Matthew Mitcham (or lack thereof), covering out athletes, and homophobia in sports.
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LOL. Yes, they do know each other. There was an article about it up on either ESPN or SI (I don't remember which). It was actually a rather adorable read. I guess Braylon got hurt and couldn't do regular PT, so Michael convinced him to try his PT in the water. I know. Sweet, right? Plus, you know, Braylon is *hot*, and talented, so, if Michael were so inclined he could do a lot worse. Might make Ryan sad though. Mostly, I just think if you're making shit up, you should say GUESS WHAT? THIS IS MADE UP. It seems to work for the rest of us.
And yeah, homophobia in sports if fucking RAMPANT. Less so on the female side, but on the male side? It's like the plague, which you know, is sad, and hard. Presumably, if you sleep with men that makes you a lesser man, which hello, stupid as I don't know what. Here you've got a group of men, playing together, showering together, supporting each other, but oh noes, heaven forbid they have sex. It's just -- IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID. Since when does how you get your rocks off (providing you don't injure anybody else) have anything to do with how well you perform on the playing field? But, then again, people have been peddling that same old bullshit about 'inferior! bad! wrong!' about race and religion since time began, so I'm not really surprised they'd do the same thing about sexuality. It would be nice if people could be taken on their own merits and not for your skin color or where you put your dick, but I used to believe in Santa Claus too, so what do I know?
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I am writing an embarrassing number of stories about Michael and Ian and Ryan and all other combinations of Olympic swimmers, thanks to a drabble meme. Which is useful, I guess, because as soon as I get stuck on one, I switch to another. I think it's Ryan and Michael next on the queue, but the Ian one isn't far behind.
Man, I hear that about GK. (I kind of used to be able to do that with Black Hawk Down, not so much anymore.) The book's great; it's clearing up a lot of stuff I missed while watching-- mostly lingo.
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1. Libel. Blind items are called 'blind items' for a reason. No names, no real discerning factoids. Why? Because of LIBEL. If you can't prove that shit like your Social Security Number, your ass will be slapped with a C&D and bankrupted by a series of lawyers like you were Lehman Brothers. Plus an 'inside source'? Are you high? What fucking idiot would risk an NFL paycheck to get out a 'guess what I saw'?
If this all happened in a 'locker room' let's have a moment of 'Stop it' because pro-locker rooms are full of a) other athletes and b) reporters hanging around. Michael fucking Phelps is hanging around Braylon William's in a locker room and nobody put that story in their website? I call bullshit.
2. Octagon Watchdogs. Any agency with at least two people working for it, will have people scouring the net for mentions of their clients. All mentions of their clients. There are people whose sole job it is to find the clients name, context, decide the tenor and alert the proper authorities if necessary. You really think if some 'random poster' found this people are PAID to do it, wouldn't? Right. Which brings me to item #3
3. Backwater Blog. Who's blog is this? There is no name, no endorsements, no links to other blogs. This person has no credibility to speak of. Perez Hilton. Defamer. Gawker. Pink is the New Blog. These are blogs that drop bombs, they have traffic. Are you trying to tell me Joe Schmoe with NO comments just got the news story of the century and just sort of said hey?! If I posted on my blog that I was having Stephen Colbert's baby, and somebody came across it and said OMG! Um, does that suddenly make me pregnant? And how exactly did anybody even find this posting. There are hundreds of thousands, no, millions of blogs on the net and somebody just stumbled across this? Please.
In short, if Michael's gay then that is his business, but you can damn well believe that if his people were worried about such a concept leaking they would've body snatched anybody who suggested it in the middle of the night, because Michael Phelps is now a franchise and whatever he is or isn't is now secondary to how much money is being pumped into his brand.
Just a thought.
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"Box of Cocks" is probably why I keep sniggering. Appletinis at the Box of Cocks. It's kind of priceless.
Anyway, they've moved on; now it's all about how Linday Lohan and Miley Cyrus had a catfight over escorting him at VMAs.
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If I was drunk. And stoned. And watching mass quantities of swimming. I still couldn't have come up with that one. I might've gone outside to hose myself on the neighbor's lawn though.
Lindsey and Miley? Okay, Lindsey is sleeping with a chick, Miley is just trashy, and while both of them are attention whores, I can't see them actually fighting for approximately 30 seconds of air time when they could sneeze and get an Us Weekly cover. Was Lindsey even AT the VMAs? Sloppy, people, real sloppy.