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I know I should do a Yuletide recs post so I can close some tabs. I'm not sure if I'm going to do it at all, given that pretty much everyone on my flist is so much more involved with/aware of Yuletide than I am. I will say both of the Bacon & Hobbes stories I've read so far (I'm certain of the author on one of them) were excellent.
I am instead going to talk about the last couple days. It was good to get together with
niqaeli and flail about Once Upon a Time. I finally crystallized the difference between Regina and Rumplegold: Rumple's agency is unclear but his culpability is unquestionable, Regina's agency is unquestionable but her culpability is unclear. I've never been possessed by a chthonic force of evil, but I have been manipulated into very bad decisions and made only more bad decisions in my desperation to get out of the hole I apparently dug myself. My sympathies are much more with Regina than with Rumple at this point. Her repentance and desire to do better (even if she fails horribly at doing it) are also a factor. We didn't get to Stable Boy before the marathon had to end, so I didn't get to properly share my ReginaFeels. Because, OMG, Regina. All the hugs forever.
I had a pretty good birthday. We didn't do much. There weren't any movies I was dying to see besides Les Miz, and Mom said she didn't want to see that because she thought B. probably wanted to. That's fine, because I fully expect it will leave me frothing at the mouth the way the Phantom movie did. The party was pathetic. It was me, B., Mom, and my aunt. Who didn't stay for cake because she's on a very low-carb diet. [sigh] I mostly got checks, which is good. I was pretty vocal to my mom that keeping a roof over my head was a higher priority than more stuff. It'll help for next month, at any rate. My aunt gave me the 2 Broke Girls DVD, so I have some deleted scenes to trawl through. w00t! More Kat! Hopefully some more story structure too.
I came home last night and successfully talked myself into unpacking before settling in to kill Lego orcs. I did not kill very many orcs because I was too damn entranced by running around the Shire and Bree. There was less to do in Rivendell than I expected, but it's pretty and elves wave at you when you run by and OMG. Fuckin' Weathertop, man. I know, only being between Rivendell and Caradhras story-wise I shouldn't write a review of the game yet, but Sam can make plants grow and Merry fishes and Gimli roars when he gets bored and Legolas does these pretty princess stuck gymnastics landings when he jumps off tightropes and this is the game of my HEART.
I was up coughing really late last night, and, being unwilling to sit anywhere but my warm bed, wrote 1300 words of Rankin-Bass Christmas special fanfic. So far Mrs. Claus is worried about where the Misfit Toys came from (because North Pole elves don't do that) and has told me Eon is a phoenix, not a vulture, and he didn't turn to snow and ice on New Year's Day because his year ends on the summer (northern hemisphere) solstice. He's so old he forgot (and started depending on folklore), and Father Time and Mother Nature are just about the only people left who remember the turning of the last eon. Erm, hrm, I think Eon is Father Time and Mother Nature's offspring, which means the fairy tale tradition of shitty parenting continues. Which means he is the Miser Brothers' older brother. Or half brother. I don't even know. Also, naming non-Night Before Christmas reindeer is hard.
I picked up the cats from the vet today. It was painfully expensive. I guess the price of vaccs has gone up. Onyx is in much better shape than she was when I picked them up after Thanksgiving, which is a huge load off my mind. I have the oven on for a little while to make it less cold in here until I can get someone out to light the heater's pilot light. I've been able to get away without it since I moved in, but it's extra cold this year.
I am instead going to talk about the last couple days. It was good to get together with
niqaeli and flail about Once Upon a Time. I finally crystallized the difference between Regina and Rumplegold: Rumple's agency is unclear but his culpability is unquestionable, Regina's agency is unquestionable but her culpability is unclear. I've never been possessed by a chthonic force of evil, but I have been manipulated into very bad decisions and made only more bad decisions in my desperation to get out of the hole I apparently dug myself. My sympathies are much more with Regina than with Rumple at this point. Her repentance and desire to do better (even if she fails horribly at doing it) are also a factor. We didn't get to Stable Boy before the marathon had to end, so I didn't get to properly share my ReginaFeels. Because, OMG, Regina. All the hugs forever.
I had a pretty good birthday. We didn't do much. There weren't any movies I was dying to see besides Les Miz, and Mom said she didn't want to see that because she thought B. probably wanted to. That's fine, because I fully expect it will leave me frothing at the mouth the way the Phantom movie did. The party was pathetic. It was me, B., Mom, and my aunt. Who didn't stay for cake because she's on a very low-carb diet. [sigh] I mostly got checks, which is good. I was pretty vocal to my mom that keeping a roof over my head was a higher priority than more stuff. It'll help for next month, at any rate. My aunt gave me the 2 Broke Girls DVD, so I have some deleted scenes to trawl through. w00t! More Kat! Hopefully some more story structure too.
I came home last night and successfully talked myself into unpacking before settling in to kill Lego orcs. I did not kill very many orcs because I was too damn entranced by running around the Shire and Bree. There was less to do in Rivendell than I expected, but it's pretty and elves wave at you when you run by and OMG. Fuckin' Weathertop, man. I know, only being between Rivendell and Caradhras story-wise I shouldn't write a review of the game yet, but Sam can make plants grow and Merry fishes and Gimli roars when he gets bored and Legolas does these pretty princess stuck gymnastics landings when he jumps off tightropes and this is the game of my HEART.
I was up coughing really late last night, and, being unwilling to sit anywhere but my warm bed, wrote 1300 words of Rankin-Bass Christmas special fanfic. So far Mrs. Claus is worried about where the Misfit Toys came from (because North Pole elves don't do that) and has told me Eon is a phoenix, not a vulture, and he didn't turn to snow and ice on New Year's Day because his year ends on the summer (northern hemisphere) solstice. He's so old he forgot (and started depending on folklore), and Father Time and Mother Nature are just about the only people left who remember the turning of the last eon. Erm, hrm, I think Eon is Father Time and Mother Nature's offspring, which means the fairy tale tradition of shitty parenting continues. Which means he is the Miser Brothers' older brother. Or half brother. I don't even know. Also, naming non-Night Before Christmas reindeer is hard.
I picked up the cats from the vet today. It was painfully expensive. I guess the price of vaccs has gone up. Onyx is in much better shape than she was when I picked them up after Thanksgiving, which is a huge load off my mind. I have the oven on for a little while to make it less cold in here until I can get someone out to light the heater's pilot light. I've been able to get away without it since I moved in, but it's extra cold this year.