So here I sit, good intentions falling off to drift around my feet like autumn leaves. Clean my room? Yep, should, as I've misplaced something. Go to the gym? Excellent thought after all the junk food I existed on this week. Grocery store? Certainly had better, if I don't know what.
But it's dawned on me that I'm reading way, way too much of the basement due to paranoia. I'm done with storms, thanks.
Speaking of hate, check out the massive changes between The Dark is Rising. by Susan Cooper aka the first great book in a best-beloved series of my childhood and "Seeker: The Dark is Rising. by Susan Cooper aka the first great book in a best-beloved series of my childhood and "Seeker: The Dark is Rising. by Susan Cooper aka the first great book in a best-beloved series of my childhood and "Seeker: The Dark is Rising. by Susan Cooper aka the first great book in a best-beloved series of my childhood and "Seeker: The Dark is Rising. by Susan Cooper aka the first great book in a best-beloved series of my childhood and "Seeker: The Dark is Rising" the movie aka 'if you hate reading, maybe you shouldn't adapt books for a living.' Now, I'm not actually questioning his sexuality b/c he does seem more hetero than me, but I don't conceptualize the different types of fanfiction as being about 'us' or about 'them,' divided along genderlines, much as I love gender issues. Then again, I'm a slash fan, and much of what I would like to be too cool for ...but I'm probably not. We snickered and poked and giggled and gasped our way through the film. I enjoyed it muchly, and I'm glad I saw it I was exclamatory "Weird Sisters, how cool!" and she was so deeply amused by his total concentration on getting it right. She kept whispering to me, "So cute," until I had to explain this photo:
Apparently, it is not immediately obvious to the nonfannish mind why one would want a picture of Harkness Commons. (Do you see how I love you, rebekah_3?)
We had a warm-up at the Greenhouse cafe - good coffee, great brownies - and then they decided to head to the Freedom Trail, wander a bit, and grab an early dinner at Quincy market. I took my time, knowing that my foot would keep me from it for at least another day. *cries*
First, though, a trip to the parents'.
ETA: Also? I acquired a mystery bruise on my knee over the course of the series that I started qualifying my hate with "at the beginning of the show--
me (laughing): They live in Alaska?
sis: Yeah, they live in Alaska.
me (slowly): They live in Alaska?
sis: Yeah, they live in Alaska.
me (slowly): They live in Alaska?
sis: Yeah, they live in Alaska.
me (slowly): They live in Alaska?
sis: Yeah, they live in Alaska. I watch "Deadliest Catch" and they're always showing shots of bald eagles at the beginning of the show--
me (laughing): They live in Alaska?
sis: Yeah, they live in Alaska.
me (slowly): They live in Alaska?!
Then she tells me that later her husband had called his grandmother for his nightly check-in and told her about the eagle. Grandma's response? "That's nothing, last night I had a dyed-blackhead. O.o
So now, I face a decision: Use real black dye for a longer-term streak OR switch back to red ala le icon, which I still have (and which stayed in my hair (with the extremely short-term stuff) has failed. I've got a plan.
+ Japanese Language Proficiency Test. Level 4, actually.
^ I love footnotes.