how much is the dude in my icon missing PK Subban right now? A LOT.
+ On Saturday I set the DVR to record hockey, and instead of being couch potatoes we drove to Austin to see Taddy Porter, who played Stubb's Indoors after the Ed Sheeran show ended. I like their new album, which was streaming live at their website last week. The guitarist is so freaking good. The lead singer looks like he'll blow away in a strong wind, but his voice, wow. The opening act, Filligar, were... sort of forgettable? IDK, they were competent musically, but their lyrics were really mediocre. Not even bad, just repetitive and uninspired.
But anyway. My half-sister and her husband live in Austin, and she always wants to get together, so I texted her we'd be in town and would she like to have a beer or dinner or something. So she invited us to stay with them. And then she invited my dad & step-mom & the grandchild they are raising to stay for the weekend.
I am a misanthrope. After 24 hours in the presence of those people (who are perfectly nice people, don't get me wrong) I really just wanted to be home, with just A and our cats and the DVR's contents.
I just... I don't know. There's a part of me that is very resentful that my father, who was absent for 99% of my childhood, is raising this other child. And that they are basically defrauding the welfare system as they do so (despite all their bullshit GOP political views) because they don't actually have legal custody of this child, just a piece of paper that the mother signed saying they have her permission to act in her stead while she collects welfare as if she were still feeding, clothing, and sheltering the girl. Beyond that, I worry that Step-mom treats her like a close friend rather than a child to be raised, and delivers no discipline or content filter whatsoever. For example, they watch Pitch Perfect together often enough that Child knows the lines. That is NOT an appropriate movie for a 6 year old. Just not.
Ugh, but when I start to talk about it, I feel like I'm being the bitchy person who is projecting all her own leftover childhood issues.
And. Step-sister really wants to have a big family get-together/vacation to build a better relationship with other siblings, and just. No. I'm pretty happy being dysfunctional as we are, OK? I want to use my vacation days for trips I want to take and following bands, not censoring my opinions about politics and religion and social issues because I know they don't agree with them.
+ So, after THAT, we drove back to Houston in time to see The Mountaintop. Appropriate on the day before MLK Jr Day. I enjoyed the set a lot, and I really liked the first half of the play, but when it turned a little surreal, I started to check out. Until the final scene, which was gorgeously done.
+ On the subject of hockey: #mnwild's Granlund scored his first NHL goal, Parise scored (I was the saddest panda, staring at the pic of his stall in the Wild dressing room [I just typed staal, guys, idek]), the NJ Devils won. And SUCK IT, FLYERS. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that if the Devils are my "husband" team, the "boyfriend" team is going to be the Wild this year. Sad side note: please do not let the Aeros fail to renew the lease for Toyota Center, because I don't want them to move to Des Moines. D:
~ What is going on with Michael Phelps' face? Seriously. (Related, in that the pic I saw of him was in a Deadspin article about the Ravens winning the AFC championship: already so tired of the Harbaugh bros storyline. Good thing there's hockey and tennis to distract me.)
OK. Now I'm going to go switch back and forth between the Li Na/Radwanska QF match at AO (and then Daveeeeed's QF match) and the Red Wings/Blue Jackets game. And think about the next square to be filled in my trope_bingo card.
Crossposted at http://asimplechord.dreamwidth.org/525244.html; comment as/where you wish.
But anyway. My half-sister and her husband live in Austin, and she always wants to get together, so I texted her we'd be in town and would she like to have a beer or dinner or something. So she invited us to stay with them. And then she invited my dad & step-mom & the grandchild they are raising to stay for the weekend.
I am a misanthrope. After 24 hours in the presence of those people (who are perfectly nice people, don't get me wrong) I really just wanted to be home, with just A and our cats and the DVR's contents.
I just... I don't know. There's a part of me that is very resentful that my father, who was absent for 99% of my childhood, is raising this other child. And that they are basically defrauding the welfare system as they do so (despite all their bullshit GOP political views) because they don't actually have legal custody of this child, just a piece of paper that the mother signed saying they have her permission to act in her stead while she collects welfare as if she were still feeding, clothing, and sheltering the girl. Beyond that, I worry that Step-mom treats her like a close friend rather than a child to be raised, and delivers no discipline or content filter whatsoever. For example, they watch Pitch Perfect together often enough that Child knows the lines. That is NOT an appropriate movie for a 6 year old. Just not.
Ugh, but when I start to talk about it, I feel like I'm being the bitchy person who is projecting all her own leftover childhood issues.
And. Step-sister really wants to have a big family get-together/vacation to build a better relationship with other siblings, and just. No. I'm pretty happy being dysfunctional as we are, OK? I want to use my vacation days for trips I want to take and following bands, not censoring my opinions about politics and religion and social issues because I know they don't agree with them.
+ So, after THAT, we drove back to Houston in time to see The Mountaintop. Appropriate on the day before MLK Jr Day. I enjoyed the set a lot, and I really liked the first half of the play, but when it turned a little surreal, I started to check out. Until the final scene, which was gorgeously done.
+ On the subject of hockey: #mnwild's Granlund scored his first NHL goal, Parise scored (I was the saddest panda, staring at the pic of his stall in the Wild dressing room [I just typed staal, guys, idek]), the NJ Devils won. And SUCK IT, FLYERS. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that if the Devils are my "husband" team, the "boyfriend" team is going to be the Wild this year. Sad side note: please do not let the Aeros fail to renew the lease for Toyota Center, because I don't want them to move to Des Moines. D:
~ What is going on with Michael Phelps' face? Seriously. (Related, in that the pic I saw of him was in a Deadspin article about the Ravens winning the AFC championship: already so tired of the Harbaugh bros storyline. Good thing there's hockey and tennis to distract me.)
OK. Now I'm going to go switch back and forth between the Li Na/Radwanska QF match at AO (and then Daveeeeed's QF match) and the Red Wings/Blue Jackets game. And think about the next square to be filled in my trope_bingo card.
Crossposted at http://asimplechord.dreamwidth.org/525244.html; comment as/where you wish.