I am way too picky.
I just found a perfectly lovely little Balthier/Ashe on the Pit. It was decently written (if a trifle florid), spell-checked and grammar-checked, and had a good command of imagery. It was also very sweet and had the happy ending I wish they could have, so I left a happy review with compliments.
And yet, I find that the fic itself leaves me feeling slightly disappointed. Not because the author didn't do a good job, and not because it was poorly-written fluff or anything like that, but because on some level I just can't accept a happy ending for them. At least not without some dramatic rewriting of canon. It's kind of like how I can enjoy (and have written) Larsa/Penelo fluff and yet it rings false to me.
I am obviously too picky, and have marinated far too long in my own angst. Time to go play with Kain, who steadfastly refuses anything resembling a happy ending. :D
In other news! Yesterday was my last day at the job I've had since I graduated college. My shift ended at 4, and I hung around a while and talked to people. There was cake. When I walked out of the buidling at 4:45, it felt like a huge weight slid off my shoulders. It was amazing. People said very nice things about how I will be missed; Steve, one of the older guys on the team, gave me a hug and a paternal kiss on the top of the head and said I would be very much missed and he wished me well in the future. Our client manager said she wanted me to email her and let her know how the new job goes, and wished me the best.
We went to Cubby Bear for celebrating, joined by several folks who've left our team over my tenure there (like asoniel), and then I came home and did a victory dance. My mother concert-called me from the George Strait concert *headshake* which was hilarious. I couldn't tell which song it was, but I txted her back and said "Nice!" and she comes back with "Oh yeah, he's still hot" and I'm like Jesus Christ, Mom, do not say these things to me, I really do not need to know you're still fantasizing over him and have been for almost thirty years.
Melzer was in a mood to do something that did not involve staying in the house, so we went to see The Bank Job. Somehow from the previews I was expecting a moderately lighthearted caper movie, a la The Italian Job, which it ended up not being. I will say, though, that there was fairly little violence actively on screen (maybe about 3-4 minutes' worth of film) and it was well-placed for maximum impact. Overall, good movie, even if I had to cringe and hide my eyes a couple times. Then again, I cringe and won't watch for parts of Boondock Saints as well, which I consider an amazing movie and have watched multiple times.
Well, I'm not getting anything useful done sitting like a slug in my computer chair. Time to go sit like a slug in bed instead, and read Exalted. I have discovered all manner of interesting things to throw at my game in The White Treatise/The Black Treatise. Cue a smirk of utter glee.
And yet, I find that the fic itself leaves me feeling slightly disappointed. Not because the author didn't do a good job, and not because it was poorly-written fluff or anything like that, but because on some level I just can't accept a happy ending for them. At least not without some dramatic rewriting of canon. It's kind of like how I can enjoy (and have written) Larsa/Penelo fluff and yet it rings false to me.
I am obviously too picky, and have marinated far too long in my own angst. Time to go play with Kain, who steadfastly refuses anything resembling a happy ending. :D
In other news! Yesterday was my last day at the job I've had since I graduated college. My shift ended at 4, and I hung around a while and talked to people. There was cake. When I walked out of the buidling at 4:45, it felt like a huge weight slid off my shoulders. It was amazing. People said very nice things about how I will be missed; Steve, one of the older guys on the team, gave me a hug and a paternal kiss on the top of the head and said I would be very much missed and he wished me well in the future. Our client manager said she wanted me to email her and let her know how the new job goes, and wished me the best.
We went to Cubby Bear for celebrating, joined by several folks who've left our team over my tenure there (like asoniel), and then I came home and did a victory dance. My mother concert-called me from the George Strait concert *headshake* which was hilarious. I couldn't tell which song it was, but I txted her back and said "Nice!" and she comes back with "Oh yeah, he's still hot" and I'm like Jesus Christ, Mom, do not say these things to me, I really do not need to know you're still fantasizing over him and have been for almost thirty years.
Melzer was in a mood to do something that did not involve staying in the house, so we went to see The Bank Job. Somehow from the previews I was expecting a moderately lighthearted caper movie, a la The Italian Job, which it ended up not being. I will say, though, that there was fairly little violence actively on screen (maybe about 3-4 minutes' worth of film) and it was well-placed for maximum impact. Overall, good movie, even if I had to cringe and hide my eyes a couple times. Then again, I cringe and won't watch for parts of Boondock Saints as well, which I consider an amazing movie and have watched multiple times.
Well, I'm not getting anything useful done sitting like a slug in my computer chair. Time to go sit like a slug in bed instead, and read Exalted. I have discovered all manner of interesting things to throw at my game in The White Treatise/The Black Treatise. Cue a smirk of utter glee.