Not SPN, really, but ... sweet jeebus, SyFy Being Human? Can we talk about the subtext? AHAHAHAHAHAHA, GUYS IT'S NOT EVEN REALLY SUBTEXT AT THIS POINT. Last night's episode?
Aiden to Caleb: [renouncing Caleb as his maker] ... I won't succomb to you anymore.
Aiden to Josh: bend over. {Josh, after forcibly made to strip down to boxers, protests] Bend over.
Aiden to that chick he turned (who I actually like): Josh is the only family I have.
Sally to Aiden: Save Josh. He's the one alive. He's the one that matters.
Aiden to Caleb: I'll come back [Caleb wheedling about specificity] To you. I'll come back to you.
Josh to Aiden: What can we believe in if we can't believe in you?
And the angst, and all the Josh/Aiden lines that I've now forgotten because I decided to wait a day to post about it, ugh. I actually REALLY loved the episode: Sally all protective over Josh! The Caleb/Aiden vibes [not really vibes. more like a sledgehammer]. The Aiden/Josh - the angst, the looks, the sympathetic manpain and teary eyes and whispering and, and ... I pretend like the show isn't a really random butchering of a fabulous BBC show, and it's its own weird thing and I really love it.
The werewolves were a little :\ , but they did get a surprising amount of emotion into the animation. WOLF!JOSH TOTALLY SHIED AWAY FROM AIDEN, HE KNOWS AIDEN. I was actually kind of *wibbles* during the fight scene (mainly because something about seeing the grayed, large wolf next to the small, young one. I dunno ... just sad :C ).
And okay, I totally declared my bottom!Sam love over on
dante-s-hell's journal, and I also bemoaned the fact that well-written, IC bottom!Sam is kind of hard to find nowadays. Gen's great, I write gen, but I honestly don't prefer to read it, although WHEN I read SPN now, I read more of that, because I can't read explicit bottom!Dean. Just no. And that brings me to my final random point ...
My current goal is to read Part 1 of
lavinialavender and
brosedshield's epic Sam/Dean
A Monster By Any Other Name this weekend. Because they 1) are both great writers and 2) although I prefer not reading WIPs, I've been assured that Part 1 is both long and DOES NOT END ON A CLIFFHANGER. So it works, yay.
Okay, so I totally bombed a Stat exam, ugh (and by "bombed" I mean I made a C, which, of course, is the lowest I could POSSIBLY get and not completely endanger my standing). And it was for the stupidest shit. I scored perfectly on the computation part (that's right - I KICK ASS. kinda.), but it was the conceptual questions that got me. And not because I didn't know it either. I did, and I felt all the answers I should have said BURNING IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN while I was taking the test. But, guys guys guys, I HAD FUCKING WRITER'S BLOCK ON A GODDAMNED EXAM, HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?
I literally could not translate my thoughts onto paper. Fuuuuuuck.
It's okay. It's O-KAY, because guess what? I have about 3 weeks until the next exam, and I'm already studying (and studying and studying and studying). THIS WAY writing down the answers will be more like muscle memory or something come the Tuesday three weeks from now. The idea is that m my brain will be overloaded with f-ratio sampling distributions and adjusted correlations and family-wise alpha levels and when to use the Scheffe test and when to use the Tukey test and all that great stuff and will have to admit defeat and spew out the answers >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>:D.
... coherency, on the other hand, might be a problem.
Oh! Oh! AND I'm going to begin working directly with my kid this Friday. I'm going to the school tomorrow to pick up/select the basal series book and the trade books I'll need to create my assessment materials. UGH I SHOULDN'T BE SO EXCITED, BUT GOD. It's actually pretty cool. I think I might like this field I decided (on a whim, basically) to work in.
After that, next Thursday, I actually have a child-study meeting to attend with my SP, where I will have to review my findings with the student's teachers and parents and the school administrators. Yikes.
So. Stuff. Also, this is a long post, ohgod. Sorry.