Shaking my fist at invisible mountains
Still struggling with the stupid spring season finale metaphor. As such, I remain Captain Grouch, at least during most of the morning and afternoon hours. Once I'm home I am generally holing up and watching too much TV. Which is probably the root of the metaphor that is currently illustrating the problem (but not the problem itself, which is likely to linger long past sweeps week).
House, you have betrayed me. Not that I'm unhappy, just unable to relate. We were doing a great job there for most of this season. In non-contemporaneous media, I'm enjoying playing Spot the Familiar British Actor in Horatio Hornblower (Hello, Eight! DI Hunt! Lee Adama! You are all younger! Well, except Eight, but he's a Time Lord, whatever.) Though I swear the friend who lent disc six to me did it on purpose, because every other episode has been all battles and explosions and we've watched them while cooking or generally hanging out, and he left me that particular one to watch by myself, because he either knew it'd make me sad, or because he knew that, left to my own devices, it'd make me sadder.
Um, I'm also knee-deep in my own random dissection of what, exactly, the writers for Bones are going for, and why I can sort of stand it now, even though my initial reaction was that it was terrible and Brennan was absolutely obnoxious, the science was crap, the plots were really wonky and the writing was careless. Current working theories: The writers have precariously balanced everyone just shy of the uncanny valley of character, so you're never sure whether they're going for parody or not (the same goes for science, and for people to unerringly hit the uncanny valley for science, I mean, someone must be trying right? You can't be just shy of the mark on everything, right?). This often results in at least one complete headdesk moment per episode. The weird thing, though, is going back and watching the season one episodes (which I hated the first time around), and realizing that Brennan was... actually, not quite as defined in her obnoxiousness as she is now. I haven't figured out why I found that more obnoxious, but it probably has to do with knowing a lot of people like that (and possibly being like that myself sometimes, especially when I get it in my head to over-analyze things). Knowing this, I have bumped Brennan into my category of Very Interesting Female Characters, because, as is so very rare in female characters, I've found that I'm actually allowed to dislike and be embarrassed by her. And I think this quirk of otherwise careless-seeming writing is what has actually gotten me to appreciate the show.
Yes, I am overthinking things. I'm being avoidant about other things, this is where my mind is holing up to protect itself from the oncoming storm (already in progress).
House, you have betrayed me. Not that I'm unhappy, just unable to relate. We were doing a great job there for most of this season. In non-contemporaneous media, I'm enjoying playing Spot the Familiar British Actor in Horatio Hornblower (Hello, Eight! DI Hunt! Lee Adama! You are all younger! Well, except Eight, but he's a Time Lord, whatever.) Though I swear the friend who lent disc six to me did it on purpose, because every other episode has been all battles and explosions and we've watched them while cooking or generally hanging out, and he left me that particular one to watch by myself, because he either knew it'd make me sad, or because he knew that, left to my own devices, it'd make me sadder.
Um, I'm also knee-deep in my own random dissection of what, exactly, the writers for Bones are going for, and why I can sort of stand it now, even though my initial reaction was that it was terrible and Brennan was absolutely obnoxious, the science was crap, the plots were really wonky and the writing was careless. Current working theories: The writers have precariously balanced everyone just shy of the uncanny valley of character, so you're never sure whether they're going for parody or not (the same goes for science, and for people to unerringly hit the uncanny valley for science, I mean, someone must be trying right? You can't be just shy of the mark on everything, right?). This often results in at least one complete headdesk moment per episode. The weird thing, though, is going back and watching the season one episodes (which I hated the first time around), and realizing that Brennan was... actually, not quite as defined in her obnoxiousness as she is now. I haven't figured out why I found that more obnoxious, but it probably has to do with knowing a lot of people like that (and possibly being like that myself sometimes, especially when I get it in my head to over-analyze things). Knowing this, I have bumped Brennan into my category of Very Interesting Female Characters, because, as is so very rare in female characters, I've found that I'm actually allowed to dislike and be embarrassed by her. And I think this quirk of otherwise careless-seeming writing is what has actually gotten me to appreciate the show.
Yes, I am overthinking things. I'm being avoidant about other things, this is where my mind is holing up to protect itself from the oncoming storm (already in progress).