A rambly post...
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telaryn...with very little narrative flow whatsoever.
Television really is brain-poison, for the most part. Doesn't stop me from imbibing every chance I get, but there are days I can literally feel my brain filling with sludge.
Luckily with "Convicted" having a solid hold of my brain, the urge to turn the set off is coming more and more frequently. Surprisingly I'm not enjoying having any music at all when I type this one -- a first for me, honestly. Maybe after three years, Jason and Diane are just insisting on some of my undivided attention for a bit.
Not nearly enough on my word count for today yet, but I'm planning on fixing that this evening. Around BSG, of course. It's kind of ironic that I'm grousing about television on the night that my show is airing.
Damn. With 24 not being on right now, BSG is really top of my viewing heap. I have "a show". Heh. Appointment television -- it's a weird, weird phenomenon.
I'm looking ahead to the weekend with no small amount of amusement and anticipation. I do know that there will be garage work sometime this weekend. I have consolidation to do (long overdue consolidation), and I have to dig into my fabric stores. There is still a slim chance I will be able to pull together enough funds for me and Robin to day trip Necro -- surprisingly after the universe very carefully ordering things so that we wouldn't be able to go, her anime' club outing got spontaneously moved to the 29th.
As such, she will need a costume. Plus I am way behind on fleshing out her cos-play wardrobe, which was the deal since I'm putting my foot down about her being too old to trick or treat this year. Plus there's the Marcaster investiture coming up the beginning of December. I'm going to have to find my remaining court gowns (Harmony, you still have the one I loaned you for Rowan to wear at 20 year that you never used -- I'll need that back) and try them on. If they don't fit, or if I get a wild and insane urge, I may end up making myself a new dress.
It's laughable the way some urges never die. I think about my gowns, most of which haven't been worn in fifteen years, and all I can think is how much I'd love to have something *new*.
Yes, it's a sickness. I may get over it -- I may not. Check back with me in a month or so.
At any rate -- I'm determined to raid my fabric stores for as much of the upcoming sewing as humanly possible. Robin brought me possible costume choices last night, and we settled on one I *think* I can replicate without losing too much of my sanity in the process. Long, flowy capes hide a multitude of sins.
Orange pants though? I don't know whether to be appalled at the color, or amused that I might *actually* have fabric that will work!
I still have no idea what time I'm going to get up in the morning. The idea that I can actually sleep in guilt-free after so long is just mind-blowing.
Of course if I sleep in too late, I end up being responsible for my own breakfast. Decisions, decisions -- which lazy impulse do I feel more like indulging. Mom is a *much* better cook than I am, after all.
Ah -- speaking of Mom. Date's been set for her knee surgery (not a full replacement, but definitely not something we can put off for much longer).
November 27th. Monday after Thanksgiving.
Two days before my birthday. *facepalm* Guess some major upheaval had to happen, since it's a year when my birthday isn't over the holidays *and* I managed to switch the ending of our lease (and potential future move dates) to the end of March.
I'll deal...it just sucks. I like birthdays -- I especially like *my* birthdays. I just don't know why the last several have had to suck so badly! I won't even get an Alpha night that week -- Mom will either still be in the hospital, or it will be her first night home. It's all very meta about...something. I don't know.
*sigh* Okay. Whine over. Time for the cheese.
It's a little startling to realize that, what with the walk and all, I never got around to getting my thoughts out about last week's ep.
First of all -- Sharon-centric episode, YAY! I lurves me some Eight. I'm amused to see the trend continuing with some of the regular commentaries I read of referring to Helo's wife as "Sharon", while the Eight who helped form "Demand Love" is still referred to as Boomer.
There is a school of thought --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harmonyfb and I both subscribe to it -- that says that there is no more fanatical believer than a convert. Sharon is the perfect example of this, and it tears me up knowing how badly her faith in humanity is going to get blown to bits. She's bought into the human and military ideals of honesty, honor and love. Adama and Helo know every bit of her and have accepted her to the point of (in Adama's case) valuing for her individual worth. It's seductive, but she's making a mistake holding all of humanity up to the standards she believes Adama and Helo live by.
I don't even know that she won't turn on Helo once the truth of baby Hera is revealed.
Regarding Hera -- thankfully people are starting to point out that given the timeline as established, Kacey Crouton isn't the problem -- Hera is. That baby is too freaking small for her canon-established age.wisteria_ posted a link indicating that the baby playing Hera is the right age...just admittedly small for her age. Well that's fine -- but since we don't have to worry about a two year old acting, get another one. The size issue is really starting to strain credibility.
Ack. Dinner is imminent. Further thoughts and Kara-commentary post-eats.
Television really is brain-poison, for the most part. Doesn't stop me from imbibing every chance I get, but there are days I can literally feel my brain filling with sludge.
Luckily with "Convicted" having a solid hold of my brain, the urge to turn the set off is coming more and more frequently. Surprisingly I'm not enjoying having any music at all when I type this one -- a first for me, honestly. Maybe after three years, Jason and Diane are just insisting on some of my undivided attention for a bit.
Not nearly enough on my word count for today yet, but I'm planning on fixing that this evening. Around BSG, of course. It's kind of ironic that I'm grousing about television on the night that my show is airing.
Damn. With 24 not being on right now, BSG is really top of my viewing heap. I have "a show". Heh. Appointment television -- it's a weird, weird phenomenon.
I'm looking ahead to the weekend with no small amount of amusement and anticipation. I do know that there will be garage work sometime this weekend. I have consolidation to do (long overdue consolidation), and I have to dig into my fabric stores. There is still a slim chance I will be able to pull together enough funds for me and Robin to day trip Necro -- surprisingly after the universe very carefully ordering things so that we wouldn't be able to go, her anime' club outing got spontaneously moved to the 29th.
As such, she will need a costume. Plus I am way behind on fleshing out her cos-play wardrobe, which was the deal since I'm putting my foot down about her being too old to trick or treat this year. Plus there's the Marcaster investiture coming up the beginning of December. I'm going to have to find my remaining court gowns (Harmony, you still have the one I loaned you for Rowan to wear at 20 year that you never used -- I'll need that back) and try them on. If they don't fit, or if I get a wild and insane urge, I may end up making myself a new dress.
It's laughable the way some urges never die. I think about my gowns, most of which haven't been worn in fifteen years, and all I can think is how much I'd love to have something *new*.
Yes, it's a sickness. I may get over it -- I may not. Check back with me in a month or so.
At any rate -- I'm determined to raid my fabric stores for as much of the upcoming sewing as humanly possible. Robin brought me possible costume choices last night, and we settled on one I *think* I can replicate without losing too much of my sanity in the process. Long, flowy capes hide a multitude of sins.
Orange pants though? I don't know whether to be appalled at the color, or amused that I might *actually* have fabric that will work!
I still have no idea what time I'm going to get up in the morning. The idea that I can actually sleep in guilt-free after so long is just mind-blowing.
Of course if I sleep in too late, I end up being responsible for my own breakfast. Decisions, decisions -- which lazy impulse do I feel more like indulging. Mom is a *much* better cook than I am, after all.
Ah -- speaking of Mom. Date's been set for her knee surgery (not a full replacement, but definitely not something we can put off for much longer).
November 27th. Monday after Thanksgiving.
Two days before my birthday. *facepalm* Guess some major upheaval had to happen, since it's a year when my birthday isn't over the holidays *and* I managed to switch the ending of our lease (and potential future move dates) to the end of March.
I'll deal...it just sucks. I like birthdays -- I especially like *my* birthdays. I just don't know why the last several have had to suck so badly! I won't even get an Alpha night that week -- Mom will either still be in the hospital, or it will be her first night home. It's all very meta about...something. I don't know.
*sigh* Okay. Whine over. Time for the cheese.
It's a little startling to realize that, what with the walk and all, I never got around to getting my thoughts out about last week's ep.
First of all -- Sharon-centric episode, YAY! I lurves me some Eight. I'm amused to see the trend continuing with some of the regular commentaries I read of referring to Helo's wife as "Sharon", while the Eight who helped form "Demand Love" is still referred to as Boomer.
There is a school of thought --
harmonyfb and I both subscribe to it -- that says that there is no more fanatical believer than a convert. Sharon is the perfect example of this, and it tears me up knowing how badly her faith in humanity is going to get blown to bits. She's bought into the human and military ideals of honesty, honor and love. Adama and Helo know every bit of her and have accepted her to the point of (in Adama's case) valuing for her individual worth. It's seductive, but she's making a mistake holding all of humanity up to the standards she believes Adama and Helo live by.I don't even know that she won't turn on Helo once the truth of baby Hera is revealed.
Regarding Hera -- thankfully people are starting to point out that given the timeline as established, Kacey Crouton isn't the problem -- Hera is. That baby is too freaking small for her canon-established age.
wisteria_ posted a link indicating that the baby playing Hera is the right age...just admittedly small for her age. Well that's fine -- but since we don't have to worry about a two year old acting, get another one. The size issue is really starting to strain credibility.Ack. Dinner is imminent. Further thoughts and Kara-commentary post-eats.
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Fabric
21/10/06 01:56 (UTC)(Think of it as shopping at a very limited but free fabric store)