Don't always need to know what it's all about
Yet another random update, brought to you by writer's block.
- Non-frivolous stuff first: R.I.P., David Halberstam. Summer of '49 was the first baseball book I ever read; my dad gave it to me and it had a lot to do with the real beginning of my life as a baseball fan, and it will always have a special place in my heart.
- There's really no graceful segue from that, so I will just jump right to: prompt claiming is open for ds_shakespeare! Both dS and six degrees are fair gaime, and you can do fic, vids, icons, anything you want, and the deadline is not till July, so you should all go play! I claimed three prompts because I have shitty impulse control (but it's due South! and Shakespeare! OTP!), so I want you all to point and laugh at me around the last week of June when I'm like, "OMG WHY DID I CLAIM THREE PROMPTS?"
- I failed at both "Heroes" and "Drive" last night. Hopefully I will be able to rectify that tonight.
- Most unintentionally funny line from the Hard Core Logo commentary: Bruce (I think): "Chicks like this movie, right?" HA. Um. Yes, Bruce. Yes, we do. (And then Hugh: "Oh, yeah, they love it." Heeee. ♥ ) Also, I am fervently hoping that Amazon.ca is going to ship my copy of HCL to me sometime before I am in a NURSING HOME. 4-6 weeks to ship, my ass.
- You are all fired (again) for not telling me that a movie exists that stars CKR and Molly Parker and is based on Playboy of the Western World, also known as "one of Brynn's favorite plays ever." FIRED. (Who's seen it? Is it good?)
- Last night the Mariners played their first game since Felix Hernandez got injured that didn't make me want to cry, so even though my not-wanting-to-cry is probably temporary, I'm enjoying it while I can get it. Felix played some catch in the outfield before BP, and was apparently pain-free. During the game itself, Baek was OK, the offense was acceptable, the defense looked good, Morrow got his first major-league win (AWWWWW), Putz got his first save, all good things. (Though after the last out was recorded, they showed Jeff fucking Weaver getting off the bench to go celebrate with the rest of the team, and I was like, SIT DOWN, JACKHOLE, YOU HAVE NOT DONE A GODDAMN THING BESIDES TAKE OUR 8 MILLION DOLLARS AND PROCEED TO GIVE UP A SHITLOAD OF RUNS. Jackhole. I'm surprised he can even stand up straight, what with the crushing weight of his ERA. Argh. Have I mentioned I hate him?) However, my rage at Weaver was somewhat mitigated by the grace and aplomb with which Putz delivered the ceremonial shaving cream pie to the face to Morrow during Morrow's postgame interview. Beautiful.
- I realized something during a conversation last week with my best friend from college: I really enjoy things more when I can share them with other people. Like, for some reason, it's not quite enough for me to just be excited about something-I'm always compelled to share my excitement about it with other people (not just to foist my excitement on the unsuspecting-though I do that, too, as sdwolfpup can attest-but to find people who are equally excited and, you know, be excited together). I'm probably preaching to the choir here, because I think that sort of impulse is why a lot of people are on LJ, but I'd never quite thought of it that way before. I'm such an external processor, and I'm aware of that when it comes to working out emotional or philosophical issues, but I'm just realizing that it also extends to my interests to a degree I haven't really been aware of. Like, when I first got into SPN and almost no one on my flist was talking about it (I know; I think I'm the only person in fandom who actually had to actively seek out SPN fans, but I did), it drove me nuts. It was actually a serious source of frustration. And the same thing happens to me with literature, and with baseball, and with pretty much anything that I get really excited about. It's like the experience isn't quite complete for me until I've shared it with someone. It's interesting. And occasionally frustrating. But mostly interesting. :)
On that note, I also wanted to restate, for the record: y'all know that every day is Defriending Amnesty Day in my LJ, right? Time marches on, things change, I start going on obsessively about random Canadian entertainment, these things happen. So if my current fixations are not your bag, I'll totally understand. FLY, BE FREE. No hard feelings!
- Non-frivolous stuff first: R.I.P., David Halberstam. Summer of '49 was the first baseball book I ever read; my dad gave it to me and it had a lot to do with the real beginning of my life as a baseball fan, and it will always have a special place in my heart.
- There's really no graceful segue from that, so I will just jump right to: prompt claiming is open for ds_shakespeare! Both dS and six degrees are fair gaime, and you can do fic, vids, icons, anything you want, and the deadline is not till July, so you should all go play! I claimed three prompts because I have shitty impulse control (but it's due South! and Shakespeare! OTP!), so I want you all to point and laugh at me around the last week of June when I'm like, "OMG WHY DID I CLAIM THREE PROMPTS?"
- I failed at both "Heroes" and "Drive" last night. Hopefully I will be able to rectify that tonight.
- Most unintentionally funny line from the Hard Core Logo commentary: Bruce (I think): "Chicks like this movie, right?" HA. Um. Yes, Bruce. Yes, we do. (And then Hugh: "Oh, yeah, they love it." Heeee. ♥ ) Also, I am fervently hoping that Amazon.ca is going to ship my copy of HCL to me sometime before I am in a NURSING HOME. 4-6 weeks to ship, my ass.
- You are all fired (again) for not telling me that a movie exists that stars CKR and Molly Parker and is based on Playboy of the Western World, also known as "one of Brynn's favorite plays ever." FIRED. (Who's seen it? Is it good?)
- Last night the Mariners played their first game since Felix Hernandez got injured that didn't make me want to cry, so even though my not-wanting-to-cry is probably temporary, I'm enjoying it while I can get it. Felix played some catch in the outfield before BP, and was apparently pain-free. During the game itself, Baek was OK, the offense was acceptable, the defense looked good, Morrow got his first major-league win (AWWWWW), Putz got his first save, all good things. (Though after the last out was recorded, they showed Jeff fucking Weaver getting off the bench to go celebrate with the rest of the team, and I was like, SIT DOWN, JACKHOLE, YOU HAVE NOT DONE A GODDAMN THING BESIDES TAKE OUR 8 MILLION DOLLARS AND PROCEED TO GIVE UP A SHITLOAD OF RUNS. Jackhole. I'm surprised he can even stand up straight, what with the crushing weight of his ERA. Argh. Have I mentioned I hate him?) However, my rage at Weaver was somewhat mitigated by the grace and aplomb with which Putz delivered the ceremonial shaving cream pie to the face to Morrow during Morrow's postgame interview. Beautiful.
- I realized something during a conversation last week with my best friend from college: I really enjoy things more when I can share them with other people. Like, for some reason, it's not quite enough for me to just be excited about something-I'm always compelled to share my excitement about it with other people (not just to foist my excitement on the unsuspecting-though I do that, too, as sdwolfpup can attest-but to find people who are equally excited and, you know, be excited together). I'm probably preaching to the choir here, because I think that sort of impulse is why a lot of people are on LJ, but I'd never quite thought of it that way before. I'm such an external processor, and I'm aware of that when it comes to working out emotional or philosophical issues, but I'm just realizing that it also extends to my interests to a degree I haven't really been aware of. Like, when I first got into SPN and almost no one on my flist was talking about it (I know; I think I'm the only person in fandom who actually had to actively seek out SPN fans, but I did), it drove me nuts. It was actually a serious source of frustration. And the same thing happens to me with literature, and with baseball, and with pretty much anything that I get really excited about. It's like the experience isn't quite complete for me until I've shared it with someone. It's interesting. And occasionally frustrating. But mostly interesting. :)
On that note, I also wanted to restate, for the record: y'all know that every day is Defriending Amnesty Day in my LJ, right? Time marches on, things change, I start going on obsessively about random Canadian entertainment, these things happen. So if my current fixations are not your bag, I'll totally understand. FLY, BE FREE. No hard feelings!