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argh, I just realized, I'm away next week, I won't be able to watch the final until next Tuesday.

oh god this show, stop making me emotionally invested, *I have been let down too many times* to be emotionally invested in Doctor Who.

Not again. Sigh

Jun. 24th, 2017 12:51 pm
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The tell tale twinges are blaring to me that the back is out. Started last night when goodness forbid I try lying on my side. I was getting up slowly and my breath was taken away by the pain. Joy. Well, not documenting for sympathy, documenting to track this BS.

I managed to get a few small things done today but for the most part, since this now happens every six months like clockwork (wtf?), I know I'll be prone on the couch for a few days. All the activity I've done recently helping Emily paint her parents' house to get it ready (hope their move in goes well and goes today) and running around didn't put the back out. Nope, lying down incorrectly did it.

This is nuts.

Visits from friends are always nice

Jun. 23rd, 2017 06:50 pm
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Even though the poor thing hit all kinds of traffic and got in later than she'd expected, it was so nice to have [livejournal.com profile] motherofjedi  over for an all-too-brief visit on her trek up to see her guru in CT. I ordered us a delicious dinner to be delivered from Veganized and we hung out and chatted while she tried to track down the information for her Airbnb place a few streets away.

The place she's in was really nice. I swear if it were offered as a 1BR apartment for rent, I'd seriously consider it after my lease is up in 2019. Even though it was somewhat swampy this morning, I drove us over to the rose garden at Colonial Park since I thought it would be a nice place to stroll while many of the roses were in bloom. I'll have to visit again this summer to see if other pretty roses bloom but here's a few pictures from today's visit:Pretty flowers )

After the short walk, we stopped back by so she could "check out" as it were and we went for lunch at Noodle GoGo where we stuffed ourselves silly. One thing that was especially delicious was a Peppercorn Tofu which was more of a salt-and-pepper tofu similar to this recipe. I am SO getting that again. It was crispy and flavorful on the outside and creamy on the inside. 

Then it was time to see her off for her trip. Hope all goes well on the rest of your journey, Mojo!
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Some things you dismiss but they'll inevitably come cropping back up to nag at your brain. Short background: they are trenching around the outside of our building at work and there are a crew of guys that put sailors to shame with their cussing and aren't exactly the most eye-candy worthy of dudes (Joe quipped that Larry the Cable Guy was working and man, one of them really was a spitting image lol). 

Anyway, yesterday something Elaine said just kind of got under my skin, though it's something that's my issue. She joked that none of the guys outside are at all good looking enough to bother to tell our work friend Latisha to check out. The reason that it got me is that folks don't ever ask about that aspect of me. Whether I've been married (I think they're rather aware that I haven't), whether I've been in a long term relationship (I think they're assuming I haven't, which they would be correct), or whether I've been in a short term relationship (fyi, nope, nothing there either). I know I've mentioned about some actor or something being a hottie and such, but I guess it makes me wonder why no one asks. 

It's funny because I don't even really want anyone to ask because it's embarrassing but it makes me feel like there's something perceived as wrong with me since no one broaches ever the subject at all. I gave up on the concept of bothering to make any attempts at that stuff years ago but ages of social norms are difficult to completely dismiss. 

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Jun. 19th, 2017 07:34 pm
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In the department of it's always something...

I went to see Wonder Woman today. I may have more to say about it some other time.

As I was coming down the carpark steps I missed the bottom step and landed on my knees on the cement. It was odd in that I usually do things like that with an audience. I actually looked up the staircase to see if there were people coming down.

No bruises but my knee has begun to stiffen up. Ice packed now. One of the gifts my fairy godmother neglected to bestow was gracefulness.

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Jun. 19th, 2017 03:47 pm
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It’s not as hot as it was yesterday which is relief because I’m not one who enjoys rivulets of sweat suddenly flowing down the side of my nose when I not doing anything but sitting on the couch.

Netlfix movie Johnny English Reborn )

Drabble!

Jun. 18th, 2017 06:22 pm
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The Watchers are so, so, so confused by superheros, you guys.



Triple Drabble: The Chronicle Of Diana. (300 words) by Lanna Michaels
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Highlander: The Series, Wonder Woman (2017)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman)
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Canon Compliant, The Watchers Are Very Confused, Watcher chronicles, POV Outsider
Summary:

We may never know the true origins of Diana of Themyscira.



A little before and after

Jun. 18th, 2017 02:40 pm
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The room upstairs that's going to be the hangout space/media room was pretty ugly and the carpet was horrible. I should've taken an even bigger picture of the hideous carpet.


Looks like there needs to be some touch-ups around the bottom due to having to clean up black carpet backing crud and the outlet covers need restored but other than that the room is starting to look MUCH more cheerful and clean. Emily got carpet tiles to have a base and her parents have plenty of area rugs to put on top to make it even more cozy. For as much work as everything has been, it was nice to see such good results. I wish we'd taken before pictures of the other rooms but none of them were all that dramatic of makeovers




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Well certainly not the Father's Day any of us were hoping for, that's for sure. Got a call from Mom last night who was freaking out because Dad was dizzy (he does get spells) and it was getting worse and what should they do. Those calls drive me nuts because what the hell am I supposed to do from two states away? GO TO THE HOSPITAL (and good grief don't drive yourself there). 

Fortunately Mom was able to get the next door neighbor to take him and Sis and her hubby drove up too. What we suspect, which seems like is the case is that Dad the Doofus is severely dehydrated. He's one of those people that you have to constantly lecture to drink anything. His BP was still high after a few hours so they've kept him overnight. I called him this morning and he seemed tired but in good spirits. How anyone ever improves in a hospital when they're pestering you every few hours for blood and tests is beyond me. He had breakfast, which he said was actually really good and he grumbled when they asked him to make a lunch order since he wants to go home. I told him he needs to suck it up and stay through lunch so they can continue to make sure his BP gradually goes down. Sounds like he's going to have go to on meds at least for a while. He doesn't like that either but hey, you know what would have probably made it so you didn't have to? Drink water, dorkman.

I haven't called Mom to check on her yet because Dad said when he talked to her before me that she hadn't slept and he told her to go sleep so I'll pester her in maybe an hour or so.

Aside from that discomforting news, I've been super busy with helping Emily get the house painted and such. Her parents are still slated to move this week but need to confirm with the movers. Her family is still working but I've very much run out of steam since I was there painting on my day off on Friday until I had to go to the dermatologist in the afternoon (naturally I have a dodgy looking mole where the bra strap hits that I'm sure will be cancer because it's in a very inconvenient place). Yesterday morning Emily and I painted some more until I went in the afternoon to a vegan expo with my friend Michelle. Hopefully all goes well with her parents move this week since I know I'd be a mess trying to help move mine if the situation were reversed.

Ok, need to get moving and get some groceries for the week - things that I don't have to cook, preferably since the weather is hot and swampy.
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Title: Defence, Pretence, Offence - Chapter 57/70 - With a Few Tweaks
Author: Beren (aka Tasha)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is canon compliant until the end of Order of the Phoenix and then goes AU. None of the HBP or Deathly Hallows plot will be used, or the Horcruxes for that matter since this story was planned before we knew the details about those things, and hence has it's own fanon. This includes birthdays and other information that have since been revealed on Pottermore and in further productions.
Summary: The threat of open war in on the horizon. The Order and the Ministry are of one accord and both know that where Harry Potter is, Voldemort will eventually be. Preparations are being made and this time the side of the light will not be caught unawares.
Summer classes, sabotage, revelations about Draco's father, teaching and the final showdown with Voldemort all await Harry and Draco in this exciting sequel to Gold Tinted Spectacles (LJ | AO3 | Wattpad).
Author's Notes: This is the second story in the Hecatemae universe. It starts up just after the end of the first instalment and I advice reading that one first so you understand the premise. Thanks go to my sister Sophie for the beta reading.
It has taken me 12 years to finally get around to finishing this, I very much hope everyone enjoys it.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW | AO3 | Wattpad
New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Chapter 57 - With a Few Tweaks )

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Jun. 15th, 2017 02:38 pm
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I went out of the house yesterday for the first time in a week. I’d had a recurrence of the stomach upset that the eye drops caused before. I thinking because of stress. My body does that, gets sick. The stress was from the cat drama. But cat is now fine and missing two teeth and my bank account be well drained to pay for it. It’s easy to understand why people must surrender their pets when it’s a choice of paying rent or getting needed medical stuff done for furballs.

For several days I was either sleeping or throwing up. Thinking I wanted some fruit, as I do when I’m sick, but too exhausted to do anything about it. Or about taking the kitchen trash out which was getting pretty funky. But yesterday I managed to take care of both things. Slowly. The rest of the house is pretty much a sty. I have tix to go to the county fair where I can see if my quick bread won a prize but so far it hasn't going to happen, maybe tomorrow I’ll have energy.

Just before I went down I’d watched the two dvds that had been sitting on their shelf for quite a while. Netflix movies Young Adult, The Descendents )

Summer drinks?

Jun. 15th, 2017 01:26 pm
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I'm getting bored with plain water but since it's summer, hydration is key. Someone posted this on the food porn forum on FB I belong to and it looked interesting. Has anyone ever tried Switchel or Haymaker's Punch like this

Another thing I might do is get out the ol' infusion pitcher and do things like cinnamon and ginger water or strawberry mint. I also might get some raspberry syrup to add to iced tea. 

Anyone have recommendations for the best lemonade to buy? I'd make it but DANG do you have to use a ton of lemons to make a little lemonade. Not cost effective

Other ideas - non boozy and lightly boozy welcome. 

Tangentially related - just for fun, when I took all my glass down from above the kitchen cabinets and cleaned them, I decided to hang on to one of the depression glass sets and am using it for the morning coffee and cookie/biscotti

Give me a break

Jun. 15th, 2017 09:34 am
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I should have waited before posting yesterday, but I will post my rebuttal to myself here.

I’m still annoyed that I found Wonder Woman such a less than transformative cinema experience, as everyone else seems to be leaving the cinema reeling in a religious fervour.

Maybe I’ve seen too many WWI films? I saw my first at a very impressionable age, and after that, well, you know (The Trench, A Bear Named Winnie, Beneath Hill 60, War Horse, Anzacs, Birdsong, Gallipoli, Parade's End, Wings, Reilly, Ace of Spies, The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, Deadline Gallipoli, Downton Abbey, 1915 – and that’s not even counting the shows that reference it, like Peaky Blinders, Boardwalk Empire and Doctor Who). I may be over-familiar with the genre. I may have seen it done better, more emotionally involving, bleaker, more pointlessly heroic and self-sacrificing, more heartbreaking, elsewhere.

But I still find the structure difficult, too hasty an edit for my taste – perhaps too used to the return to luxurious tv series that once again take the time to indulge in long tracking shots and leisurely getting from point to point. The jump cut from location to location, now she’s on a train, a boat, a horse, on foot – it made me think there should be Angie Tribeca style credits over the top of every scene change.

I mean, come on, it was a bit ridiculous. Assuming, from dear Steve’s intel, that Themyscira is within Fokker distance just off The Dardanelles, then there’s no way, even in a superhero film, that the journey from somewhere off the coast of Turkey to right up the Thames can be covered in the space of one night, by sail. I mean, come on. Please, if you’re doing a film with supernatural elements, you’ve got to keep it real to sell it. And keeping it real means no EasyJet in 1918 (and even then…).

I’m sorry, it annoys me and throws me out of the movie. Ditto Steve’s I don’t have bucks to buy my mates beer but I can afford to buy my new honey a wardrobe? Priorities, I guess.  And, also, the whole ‘I can’t move in these clothes’ bit? Fuck that. Go watch some film of real Edwardian ladies running across roads and leaping onto trams. They were pretty damn nimble (and I assume, like women through the ages, they compensated for corsets and learnt to do everything they had to do in them).

And Dr Maru? Never did learn what her deal was, aside from job description: mad scientist. And I will harp on about the scars = evil, because, man, back in the day, there was a lot of criticism about Goldeneye being so lazy as to depict Alec’s wickedness with some dribbled wax on Sean Bean’s lovely face as a means of obvious signalling, and there were whole essays on the ye olde trope of using deformity as an outward indicator of inner unwellness, and how this was problematic from a discriminatory point of view (not every ugly person enjoys murder), but also, just really lazy and old. And this, dear reader, was in 1996. So no pass there.

But, still. Maybe I’m just old and bitter. Maybe if I’d been allowed to keep my Wonder Woman dolly as a child I wouldn’t be so twisted up now. Maybe I just wanted more WWI, less cgi smackdown.

That said, Pine was mighty fine. He did everything that was asked of him; brave, funny, flirty, chivalrous, a little bit damaged, heroic, self-sacrificing. The perfect WWI bronze, come albeit briefly, to life (almost, to my eyes, as much as immortal as Diana, in his doomed hero way, but I think you have to have grown up with Anzac Day and associated art to get that interpretation).

Maybe I’ll go see it just one more time. Just to make absolutely sure I don’t like it.

I dunno, I’m just out of step with everyone. Unlike the rest of the universe, I really loved Chris in Beyond. His Existential Crisis Kirk, really spoke to me, but maybe that’s just me.

Maybe I’m just sad, in all senses of the word. Right now my own discovery is just how seriously everyone hates me. Not just thinking it, but actual proof, in word and deed.

Aside from the ice pick vicious emails and public humiliations at work, there was the bus stop thing. Now I always make a point of holding the bus if I see someone coming, and if the bus driver doesn’t seem like the compassionate type, I’ll stand against the door so it can’t close while I fish for the pass I’ve just misplaced (the bus can’t move with the door open, it’s a thing that’s annoying if the door gets jammed).

But when I’m running for the bus? It was the day after my very miserable day so I was five minutes late because I didn’t want to get out of bed, ever, but the bus was ten minutes early. They saw me, the people at the stop, their faces turned towards me as I ran up the side of the bus. Everyone saw me, but the driver shut the doors in my face and took off. Nobody cared enough to hold the bus for two more seconds.

Then there was being actually hit by a car, on purpose, while walking home from seeing Twelfth Night. I was walking down the lane, which is a dunny lane, a nightsoil truck access lane, because my suburb didn’t get sewerage until the late 70s, and these days it’s used for parking cars and a short-cut to the shops. It is not a proper road to scream down in a hoon-mobile.

Anyways, I was walking past some parked and parking cars when this car comes roaring down, and there’s no room, so he’s supposed to wait until I clear the cars because there’s nowhere for me to go (it’s a very narrow back alley). But no, he just runs forward, slams right into me with two very loud thumps and sends me spinning into the fence and speeds off, just taillights while I peel myself off the fence palings (I did report it to the police but they couldn’t care less, I don’t matter).

So now I’ve got a really bad shoulder from where he side-swiped me. And, weirdly, my concussion headache is back (maybe because now I’m sleeping on my bad side because both sides are now bad, maybe I ought to try sleeping hanging from the ceiling).

So, yeah, aside from being in pain ever since, it’s nice to know people hate me so much they want to run me down. And leave me stranded in the dark and the rain. And get me sacked. Yeah, everything is just peachy.

Never mind the house leaking buckets (not the old leaks, these were new leaks in new places, joy) and me not keeping up with the housework because I’m really not well. Being hit by a 4WD, twice, will do that to you (age might weary her, but 4WDs certainly will).

On the plus side, I did get home in time to see Fargo and Young Pope. (But aren’t they on really late? Yes, they are, but 14 hour days with no OT pay and meeting deadlines with most of the systems down doesn’t mean a jot as far as my failings go these days).

Those boys, my boys, still manage to surprise me, move me, delight me, worry me, intrigue me and entertain me with their gurning and cavorting on screen. At least I’m loyal (well, for me, anyway). Let’s not think how long I’ve been a fan of Ewan and Jude. It’s pleasing that they’re still turning in top notch performances, and, as seems hardly surprising, they’re on tv. I’ve always preferred Ewan’s tv work; his performance in Dennis Potter’s Lipstick on Your Collar remains a highlight.  

Yup, tv is where it’s at these days, and I don’t mind a bit. Give me character and characters. Give me lush locations. Give me backstory, motivation, goals and desires. Give me a journey. Give me people to know and care about, even if they’re dicks (aren’t we all?).

And for pity’s sake, give a world I can live in (because I don’t like this one very much).

Oh, don’t go on about resilience – that’s crap. Why should I have to be resilient about being run down or being bullied at work? That’s hardly my issue. Maybe, probably, I did something to deserve it, but sometimes people are just mean.

And mindfulness? That’s for nice folks with nice lives. Trust me, you don’t want to be in the moment in my bus, overcrowded, stuck in traffic, crawling home with a screaming baby somewhere and a guy digging snot out of his nose and wiping it on his jeans sitting next to you. You don’t want to be in the moment on a 35 hour flight in economy. You don’t want to be in the moment at the Birmingham bus interchange, in February, for four hours, because you missed your connection, the toilet is 75p and you can’t fit your bag through the turnstile. You don’t want to be in the moment listening to the neighbours hammer whatever they’re hammering this time. You don’t want to be in the moment, standing the rain, not sure if it’s rainwater or blood running down your arm, barely able to see headlights from the concussion, waiting over an hour for a bus to take you home after you’ve been hit by a car. You don’t want to be in the moment sitting in the dark and rain in the middle of winter, waiting for the last bus home, outside a hospital, cold and hungry and all lone. You don’t want to be in the moment when there’s nothing to eat but stale bread. Or the pain from endometriosis is in its tenth hour and you can’t stop throwing up. Or you’re being made an example of in front of everyone. Or you’re being beaten up (or worse). Or you’re waiting for food that will never come in a restaurant. Or being stuck down in a basement with nothing but files. Or scrubbing out the bathroom. Or ironing.

So yes. Give me good telly, or a good book (I’m reading a Rebus on the side, because I find it comforting and fun). Just give me a break.

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That awkward moment, когда контекстная реклама выдает тебе "стрелки в макияже", а ты, разумеется, читаешь это как "стрелкИ в макияже" :)) И мало того, что мгновенно и красочно представляешь, так еще и мозг без проблем подбирает обоснуй: "в экзотическом месте воюют, раз им нужна такая маскировка" :))

А все потому, что я в последние 2 недели перечитываю КосмоОлухов, а такой дивный бред как раз в их духе :))

It’s raining men

Jun. 14th, 2017 04:00 pm
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I wish I was of that generation that get a ribbon just for showing up. I could use a round of applause for just being upright and breathing right now.

Nothing is ever my finest hour, but I seem to be prat-falling into mess after mess of late, and, as I’m honestly surprised, none of it is deliberate on my part (OMFG, if I could stop effing up for five consecutive seconds, I’d buy myself a chocolate).

I’m going to try and explain my latest misery as a turbid mix of my very own and limitless incompetence, and work insecurity engendering a savagery in people I’d liked and respected – though clearly the opposite did not apply. At all. In any case, I’m upset to the point of unbearable despair.

Which is the mood I lumped with me, like a heavy, awkward burden, to two Wonder Woman screenings. Not two because of Mr Pine. Two because everyone in the planet was going nuts over this film and I hated it, so I thought, that can’t be right.

So let’s blame it on the rest of my life, intruding even in the cinema, as it must (I’d bought a Gold Class ticket, because it was Wonder Woman, but, of course, my order never arrived so I ended up with a movie length drink, i.e., huge, on an empty stomach, so basically I was just angry drunk for most of it). I was crying, not in joy, but in misery. I did not like it at all. I hated it. It jumped about to the point of making no sense, more like an extended trailer than any sort of narrative, the characters were flat, bitty and trite, the lauded colour was washed-out awful and of course, the only reference to nearly 10% of the Oz population being there were the Hurley photos they ripped off, including a couple that Bean tore him a new one over, being a bit fake, oh dear).

But the rest of the world was falling over themselves in glee, so I knew something had to be wrong, and that something was me. So I went and saw it again. Cattle class this time, stone-cold sober, with some morsel of food in my belly. Ok, the screen was better. That helped. Ditto having my row to myself (because I’m an angry loner).

Like most women of a certain age, I’ve waited all my life for a Wonder Woman film. And Gal did a good job in the role, nothing she did caught me as a sour note. And Pine was fine, perfectly handsome, heroic, charming and funny, just a little bit vulnerable and exceedingly doomed, all done up in period garb. My usual catnip. He was Cary Grant, Errol Flynn, Harrison Ford and my floppy haired Merchant Ivory boys all rolled into one perfect package (oh yes, the package, points for obvious ogling scenes).

But the skip-jump plot (and suddenly they were in Belgium, and, btw, Poirot has more to say about the war in Belgium than this lot) and my Ewen (Spud!) as minor comic relief, all the other characters like bit part provincials in a Shakespeare play (only with less telling dialogue) and the moustache twirling really so obvious they were announced in the pre-show ads villains – it still seemed spectacle over substance. Ok, obviously one of those films where I’ll have to read the novelisation if I want backstory (if I could be bothered). Ok, yes, superhero film pitched at nine-year olds, don’t go expecting layers or characterisation.

But still, but still. Even as a kiddie’s movie, look, Doctor Who is a kid’s show but it still manages plots with a bit of grit and purpose and meaning ­ in case you missed the colonisation, war, Brexit, cruelty, cowardice, greed and sacrifice riffs in last week’s fantastic episode. Oh my gosh, I loved that. Victorian soldiers on Mars. Victorian soldiers recreating The defence of Rorke's Drift (1879) on Mars. With Ice Warriors. And Alpha Centauri, for that hit of pure childhood nostalgia, because who doesn’t love a giant one-eyed monster? (No, not talking about the pool scene in Wonder Woman).

So I’m going to blame my lack of engagement on my greed and hollow emptiness, I wanted more than that film could give. Still, Mr Pine was perfect, and justifiably lauded for his light touch and comic timing. And there were moments I liked, vignettes, bits here and there (which is my main problem, it seemed more a string of scenes than a journey).

Maybe I’m just jaded. I knew dear old Steve was going to be fridged big-time to give our heroine that motivational push. And I knew Ares was going to be a backroom politician, not a general, because everyone knows who the real bad guys were in WWI. And as for the poisonous villainess with the facial scars as an outward depiction of her no-goodness, can you say trope? How progressive (unless they were applying a homage to tropes older than WWI and the history of film).  And the mixed ragtag band of dodgy brothers? Well, that was astounding, too, if you’ve never seen any Kurosawa films or any of the umpteen westerns and war films that riffed on them. I’ve seen music videos with more depth and character (and originality).

Ah, well, maybe I should see it one more time. There were bits I liked (no, not just Pine’s bits). Some bits oddly reminded me of Doctor Who, the second series with Rose, and not just the end of Christmas Invasion, with the not-snow. Lookit, it’s raining Steve! Little bits of Steve (no, not that bit). Oh, don’t tell me it’s ash of Ares, he’s just taking a nap because he’s got a lot to do in the 30s onwards.

Never mind. Happiness is flipping around the channels and finding Mrs Peel clutching a stuffed crocodile under her arm. Bliss. Classy British silly, all primary colours and silly villains (but at least I understood their motivations, no matter how off-kilter), a real trippy version of Le Carre – whom I’m reading at the moment, A Small town In Germany, because I don’t have enough things with EU-centric plots in my life right now (being sarcastic here). And besides, sword-fighting young cad Anthony Valentine in one episode? Yes, please.

The Avengers make me happy.  Doctor Who, when it’s good, makes me happy. There was a Buffy marathon on a wet long weekend. That made me happy. (I know, but it’s been so long since cable have bothered with a Buffy marathon, and I’m ever so nostalgic these days).

Seeing the NT Live screening of Twelfth Night made me happy.  I mean, Tamsin Grieg as Malvolia, and honestly, why the fuss, it was just one more gender-bend in a fairly gender-fluid play. It was very funny, but, as revealed in the last act, the jokes were cruel and got out of hand, and we never do get to find out if Malvolio/Malvolia gets their revenge, and how (not there’s an idea worth taking up, never mind rehashing films from five years ago). Still, the performances were just on the right side of arch (okay, some teetered alarmingly into panto) and there’s a lot about disguise, gender, roles and identity as costumes assumed and cast off, all going on.  It’s all very transgressive and queer-baiting, with dick jokes, but also grief and loss and humiliations galore.

Maybe I identified with Malvolia too much. I seem to be set up to be torn asunder myself of late, and no doubt I have brought it upon myself, just as much as Malvolia did.

Other theatre included Mr Burns at the Belvoir. The Simpsons as post-apocalyptic passion play. That’s pretty much it. Lots of Simpsons jokes, some comments on popular culture as the new religion. I was sitting in the front row and ended up bruised from a flying recliner chair. Still, Mitchell Butel, who is fast becoming a favourite (that hasn’t been snapped up by Hollywood yet) didn’t hold back in the last act, and nor could he or should he.

I was amused. The hardest thing was squirming in the first act when they tried to remember lines from Simpsons episodes, and not yelling them out. Oh, the strain to remain silent, it almost hurt.

I also went and saw Vivid. Well, a bit of it, anyway. We went round the Opera House and through the gardens. To be honest, I usually love Vivid, but I’ve found it to be a bit meh this year. Nothing has really caught my imagination, made me stand still and pay attention. Nothing was really wonderous, magical or pretty.

Sums up my life right now. I seem to be tired of pretty lights and pretty Pine. Tired of life? Far more than is healthy. Maybe it’s just winter. Not that it’s really winter any more. It’s just damp and dark.

But I’m not happy. And pretty Pine and purple flowers will not make me stop messing up, dropping the ball, or whatever I’m doing or not doing to make my life the cesspool it is. Save Steve, send me up on that plane. I’m sure as hell not doing anything useful right now (and no one would care).

Keeping it green

Jun. 13th, 2017 08:39 am
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[livejournal.com profile] spikesgirl58 brought up a good point on my previous post about turning old malls into living areas. There are places in cities where it's an all-in-one deal of living space, work space, shopping space where people don't need to leave and she's concerned about folks not getting outside. Fair point. Very fair.

However, there are solutions which cities are getting behind. It's called Urban Forestry. I know well about it because our folks do research on it and even have an entire curriculum about it. (Personal note...hm...looks like I need to poke Jason and his crew about getting the research stuff up on that site. tsk tsk!)

The experience that I've had - aside from good ol' Central Park in NYC is I've visited the High Line there too where they've taken an old railway line on the West Side of Manhattan and turned it into a rambling park. It is SUPER cool to be able to go from all the hustle and bustle down at street level and go up and walk along all the greenspace. More big cities are "going green" and finally getting around to recognizing the importance of having gardens, flowers, trees and just even grass for people to enjoy. I hear about kids that grew up in the city that have never been able to lie in grass. Even in places like Detroit, it's happening

Here's hoping that the trend keeps going. Literally a "grassroots" movement at its finest.
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Title: Defence, Pretence, Offence - Chapter 56/70 - Urgency
Author: Beren (aka Tasha)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is canon compliant until the end of Order of the Phoenix and then goes AU. None of the HBP or Deathly Hallows plot will be used, or the Horcruxes for that matter since this story was planned before we knew the details about those things, and hence has it's own fanon. This includes birthdays and other information that have since been revealed on Pottermore and in further productions.
Summary: The threat of open war in on the horizon. The Order and the Ministry are of one accord and both know that where Harry Potter is, Voldemort will eventually be. Preparations are being made and this time the side of the light will not be caught unawares.
Summer classes, sabotage, revelations about Draco's father, teaching and the final showdown with Voldemort all await Harry and Draco in this exciting sequel to Gold Tinted Spectacles (LJ | AO3 | Wattpad).
Author's Notes: This is the second story in the Hecatemae universe. It starts up just after the end of the first instalment and I advice reading that one first so you understand the premise. Thanks go to my sister Sophie for the beta reading.
It has taken me 12 years to finally get around to finishing this, I very much hope everyone enjoys it.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW | AO3 | Wattpad
New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Chapter 56 - Urgency )

Personally know any dead malls?

Jun. 12th, 2017 08:08 pm
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As much as this report seems depressing, I like what they're doing now. 

I especially like the idea of the apartments (condos would be nice too) on the upper level and shopping on the lower level. It goes back to when you didn't have to get into your car to go to the store to get something. Wouldn't it be nice if you ran out of an ingredient while cooking and all you had to do was walk to the other end of the mall to get it?  

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