The Yap Space

What do I mean by Yap Space?

Well, I do love a ramble. I’m a rambler. Not the mosey-around, snuffling around moors type. Though if I had a nearby moor, I might.

I suppose some might call this a blog, but that seems like a meticulous, organised type of thing. I just like to yap. I will go on tangents, I will rant, I will mope, I will excitedly hyperfixate on whatever I’m currently hyperfixating on.

Ooh! Should I yap about that?

Okay! So. Eurovision.

My God do I love Eurovision. It’s so silly and it’s like sport but also not like sport, which makes it better in my opinion. All power to the sporty people of the world. I like darts. And sumo wrestling. And MMA when I can find one not run by a terrible person (Dana White, UFC owner, is a terrible person. Sorry Carlos Ulberg, I love you but I just can’t watch you when you’re on that Trump-funnel). Darts is great because you dress up and yell ONE-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTY and drink. It’s the Oktoberfest of sport. Sumo wrestling is fantastic. Amazing athletes with rivalries and histories and specialties and each match is done is ten seconds! Seriously, it’s a perfect sport.

But, yeah, Eurovision.

I started watching Eurovision in 2021. Turin was hosting, which I found out later was cursed, but me and my friends didn’t care. We started an annual tradition of watching every year after that. Except last year. With Israel’s participation, we protested and did not watch. And, because this isn’t said enough the EBU failed almost every other country by not reprimanding the rule-breaking Israeli delegation who insulted contestants, filmed them and other press members without permission and was generally intimidating and awful. Instead, the Netherlands got disqualified for an undisclosed reason in an altercation with the Israeli delegation.

Not cool, EBU. Not cool.

Oh, EBU stands for Eurovision Broadcasting Association.

This year, I locked back into Eurovision when there was a ceasefire between Israel and Palastine but now, honestly, I’m conflicted. Do I watch Eurovision but turn it off during Israel’s part? Because I don’t want to deny other countries who deserve their stories, and anguishes, to be told on stage. I want to support Greece in their rememberance of the Pontic genocide. I want to support Ukraine in their continued fight against Russia. I want to support Erika Vikman and the reclaiming of feminine sexual identity in a world where purity politics is once again pulling female expression of attraction, intimacy and, frankly, horniness into the shrouded nunnery of ‘being a slut’ and that being a bad thing.

Isn’t it weird how it’s cooler to be a cunt than a slut? Can’t I live my life and be both?

Anyway, Eurovision is a silly song contest and I love it despite all it’s conflictions. Is conflictions a word? Eh, no words are words until they’re words, you know?

Maybe I’ll go into more detail later but I have to go eat now so I’m signing off.

When people say ‘signing off’ where does that come from?

From radio broadcasts, it looks like. Boring. It was what I expected. I wish it had come from a beetle or something. The signing off beetle. Honestly, the Online Etymology Dictionary was pretty shithouse on this one. And it’s not like Google’s any help anymore. also add ‘fucking’ to my prompts so I don’t get that arsewipe AI Overview thing.

Remember when you could google things on Google? What a time.

Okay, (see THERE’S a word with a fun etymology) I’m getting hangry now so I’m going to eat Japanese mayo Shin Ramen.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee