Oh No I Forgor
It's November
Hey, Team.
I got married at a drive thru five years ago and finally had a Wedding(tm) about it at the start of this month.1 So I’m a little distracted. Also another installment of The Wasteland has been published. cw: ritualistic amputation, cannibalism, infrequent but explicit description of a vulva, a man named Marcus. Also I watched Him in theaters and loved it but also knew within the first 20 minutes I would probably be in the minority on that. But it’s gothic horror! Not everyone’s going to vibe with it and that doesn’t bother me one bit. I also saw The Smashing Machine which was good but I don’t think this Safdie knows how to write dialogue, nor do I think he knows that women are people. I watched both movies before eleven am on Saturdays! Saturday morning is for hanging out with buff men in distress!
Here’s what’s on the docket
I’m Going To Write About the Super Bowl, lol
What the hell did I do this month?
Things I’m looking forward to in November
Keep an Eye Out…
I’m putting my brain together to write about the upcoming and, can you believe it, controversial Half Time performance of Bad Bunny. If you’re interested, here’s some items I’ll be (re)visiting and may serve as a guide for you:
Bad Bunny profile for Vogue Mexico original article and English translation
Billboard Interview with producer MAG about Un Verano Sin Ti
Anna Wintour explaining why she selected Kanye and Kim for a joint Vogue cover
Him, specifically watching with the focus on the theme of Black bodies battered for white entertainment.
Opening lines of investigation and inquiry when it comes to the Half Time Show worth reflecting on as a group:
When did it start?
Was it intended to be every year or did that become a later development?
How many other acts have been Latine and what is the general demographic breakdown of Half Time performances? What becomes of these acts after the fact?
How are acts selected?
We really really really want to worship at the altar of money, huh?
I will ideally have something sizeable done, dusted, and posted on my beehiiv by early February, it would rule if I had it published by or on the actual Super Bowl (February 8). I do expect to be distracted by tangents that would otherwise wobble the focus of the piece so if that happens, those poops will get posted here as they poke out.
Literacy Check
Pink Slime - Fernanda Trías; How to Sell a Haunted House - Grady Hendrix; The Divorce Colony - April White; Jawbone/Mandíbula - Mónica Ojeda; Lucky Day - Chuck Tingle; Part of Your World - Abby Jiminez; The Heart Principle - Helen Hoang
The standouts for me were Lucky Day and The Heart Principle. I’m a bisexual buckaroo and an autistic (former) violinist, what can I say.
Looking Forward To In November:
Keeping up with the new season of Fionna and Cake on HBOmax. It’s whimsical, it’s cute, I think it might be horny? There’s also a giant buff genderqueer masc that I’m obsessed with.
Continuing my kill streak (reading). My new years goal for 2025 was to read fifty books, as of writing I’ve hit 72. Eat shit.
Making decorations for Christmas! I don’t care about Thanksgiving, in fact I resent (perhaps even hate) it. This is a great time for transitioning decorations from Halloween to Christmas, I’m excited to use leftover craft supplies from my wedding to have a cute DIY thing going on in the old apartment this year. 2025 is the year of being cute despite actually wanting to break necks and beat skulls in with a 5lb padlock2.
I’m circling the fic drain and getting dangerously close to writing at the very least a one shot that none of you will ever know about (unless you know me on ao3, in which case… well.)
One Last Thing…
I watched The Iron Claw for the first time last week and I’m still shattered. All I want to do is lie down.3
…and I’m literally always saying that!!
Okay, Team. That’s all for now. Talk soon (threat)!
It was a Halloween party! Costumes were mandatory, there were tacos and candy and I made a lot of pumpkins out of paperback books. We had a costume contest and gave out prizes, I had a photo of Macho Man Randy Savage hidden amongst photos of loved ones and if a person pointed him out by name they would receive a foot long slim jim as a prize. I gave away three foot long slim jims! My costume was Liesl from The Phoenician Scheme (then after the ceremony changed into a casual version of Black Mask from Birds of Prey) my husband was a Nosferatu type, his bald head turned gaunt by make up and we made his fangs through the power of teamwork and my troublingly high tolerance for touching hot surfaces.
i have caught myself zoning out and fantasizing about brutalizing the men who patrol the border and dump out the water left by folks who don’t want those crossing into the states to die of thirst. i drool at leaving their bodies to desiccate in the sun, their wretched spirits too poisonous for any creature to eat. rotting alone, unloved, and forgotten; their names lost to time and their bodies reduced to inedible leather. oh, for their mangled and shriveled corpses become landmarks guiding the way of those crossing northward! evil pieces of shit.
There’s a portion of me that must acknowledge the anguish is because of Zac Efron’s performance and by extension my brain registering it as Zefron experiencing such grief soaked horror. I’m Parasocial! I did it, team!