Happy Administrative Professionals Day! I have received a bottle of wine and a B&N gift certificate, and an email from E. because she couldn't be here today due to a family emergency.
I feel like I have been a terrible assistant lately - for the past few months, since my mother's surgery, really, I feel like I have been terrible at everything - fandom, work, being a friend, being a person. I feel like I've let everything slide. So if I haven't answered a comment from you or I've been super slow in responding to email, I apologize. I'm going to try to get back on top of things, but it's likely that old comments will go by the wayside.
One of the things I've done in the past few years was a mid-season TV report card, but this year, I dropped so many shows (e.g., Glee, Criminal Minds, Big Bang Theory) and have sort of become indifferent to others (Bones, Chuck), that I never did get around to it.
My current TV-watching is either mindlessly amusing (Castle, H50) or AWESOME (The Good Wife, Fringe) or some combination of the two (Community). I plan to add Treme to my schedule, and I still have the last two episodes of FNL to watch (don't spoil me!). I'm no longer talking publicly about SPN, because I'm still so angry about how flat-out bad it's been this year; I can't believe they've renewed it.
I'm rewatching AtLA, though, which is always happy-making. When does Korra start? And at some point I need to catch up with Burn Notice and Psych. Hmm...
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I updated
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unfitforsociety yesterday,
with 21 recs in 14 fandoms:
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9 DCU*
3 crossovers*
2 Harry Potter*
1 each: Bones, Buffy, Castle, Community,
The Good Wife, Narnia, and Jim C. Hines's Princess Series I did turn off comments on the LJ version, because of the spam, though I understand LJ has implemented some crazy strict spam policy?
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Today's poem:
Manifesto
I know that dying is how we escape
the rest of our lives. I think that trees
send us a message: do not believe
you are lucky. The skins of apples
and the peeler will marry; it's simply
a question of when. Believe
in mourning and carrion birds.
Look how their fleshy treasures
dissolve in the sun before their very eyes.
To love something
you must have considered what it means
to do without. You must have thought
about it-the coefficient of the body
is another body-but do not forget
that there are people who are willing
to staple your palm to your chest.
Know there are places it isn't wise to go.
Begin again if you must: there are ways
to make up for what you have been before,
the dust in the corners that collects you.
Sympathy is overrated.
Rethink how lack
becomes everyone's master, drives us
into town and spends our money.
Quiet: the trees are napping.
Water meets itself again.
We reach for the days that precede us
and the world keeps us from knowing
too much. The body loves music,
the abandoned road of it;
each day a peel
lengthens in the shadow of blossoms,
fabric weaves itself into light.
Pay attention to the patterns. They repeat-
terraces erode, groves lie fallow-
order is cognate of joy.
~Margot Schilpp
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