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Oct. 24th, 2003 12:26 pmThe Book of Days deadline has been extended by a week. Somebody up there likes me, since it's 12:30 on Friday afternoon, I have 1800 words, and that rarest of rare things has occured, I have plans for the weekend (Andrew and I are going to the circus, and tomorrow we're going to make brownies and watch cartoons. Mmm, brownies.)
I felt apathetic in the extreme yesterday afternoon, so I ended up not writing or doing my coursework, but just watching children's TV with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
connorbeast. And may I say... dude, when did CITV start showing soft porn at 4pm? Not complaining because I quite enjoy seeing muscular men rip their shirts off and strike poses, but it was a bit heavy on the subtext for a kiddie-Gladiator show (it's called Beat the Cyborgs. I don't believe any of those he-men are really cyborgs, but a closer inspection would be required to confirm.)
After that was a teen comedy drama called Star, about an English teenage movie star called Bradley who still lives in a normal street and goes to his local comprehensive (in the words of Wayne Campbell, shyeah.) Standard teenie wish fulfillment where he gets all the cool stuff about being rich and famous but very little of the bad. I bet at no point in the series does he get kidnapped and his ear sent to the studio, or something. It did have some really, reallyhilarious disturbing subtext in the plotline about his agent - an American man in his late 30s - fretting that Brad was going to leave him for another agent. This was played as though they were a divorcing couple, and it all added up to oddly sweet but amazingly fucked-up HoYay. (In the end Brad assured him that there was nobody else and he still wanted Whatever-His-Name-Is to be his agent. TheirloveissoillegaltillBradleyturns16.)
connorbeast: Were kids' shows this blatantly homoerotic when we were ten, or have we just become jaded and cynical?
Me: We never got guys who look like they should be doing gay porn ripping their shirts off on our kids' TV. We had to make do with Dean Cain ripping his shirt on Lois and Clark.
CB: Kids today have it so easy.
Right now I'm in Professional Skills class researching for my two physics presentations. Considering doing The Life of Einstein and The Physics of Comic Books. There are no lengths I will not go to to get out of having to do serious (read: difficult) preparation for class.
I felt apathetic in the extreme yesterday afternoon, so I ended up not writing or doing my coursework, but just watching children's TV with
connorbeast. And may I say... dude, when did CITV start showing soft porn at 4pm? Not complaining because I quite enjoy seeing muscular men rip their shirts off and strike poses, but it was a bit heavy on the subtext for a kiddie-Gladiator show (it's called Beat the Cyborgs. I don't believe any of those he-men are really cyborgs, but a closer inspection would be required to confirm.)After that was a teen comedy drama called Star, about an English teenage movie star called Bradley who still lives in a normal street and goes to his local comprehensive (in the words of Wayne Campbell, shyeah.) Standard teenie wish fulfillment where he gets all the cool stuff about being rich and famous but very little of the bad. I bet at no point in the series does he get kidnapped and his ear sent to the studio, or something. It did have some really, really
connorbeast: Were kids' shows this blatantly homoerotic when we were ten, or have we just become jaded and cynical?Me: We never got guys who look like they should be doing gay porn ripping their shirts off on our kids' TV. We had to make do with Dean Cain ripping his shirt on Lois and Clark.
CB: Kids today have it so easy.
Right now I'm in Professional Skills class researching for my two physics presentations. Considering doing The Life of Einstein and The Physics of Comic Books. There are no lengths I will not go to to get out of having to do serious (read: difficult) preparation for class.