ZOMG WORK. I was already late this morning - sick passenger at 59th St messed everything up - so I decided to stop in at the World's Slowest StarbucksTM for coffee (I don't understand how a store that is busy even at off times is always so understaffed and overwhelmed). And when I got here at about 9:20, it was all, "ORG CHARTS FOR EVERYONE" and then this other demographic chart that I'd never seen before in my 6 years here and had no electronic copy of, so that had to be recreated from scratch, which was easy enough in theory, though I still don't understand how the person who did it got it all on one page and still made it look like it fit without microsopic type and wasn't being shrunk to fit to the page. I mean, I managed it, too, but still. It was busier than it usually is when I walk in the door.
So I haven't had time to work on the wip I've been poking at, which last night decided it needed to be longer, because this one thing I mentioned as kind of a throwaway/not needing to be explored at this juncture thing turned out to be needing exploration at this juncture. Sigh. Writing is hard.
Also, reasons to avoid my brain: 1. I woke up at 4 am with the pina colada song in my head, and then, 2. I dreamt about being attacked by the Joker. Brain! Why you gotta be like that?
Anyway! Rangers go up in the series 3-1! They looked terrible in the first period, which made me feel better about turning away to watch Arrow (about which more below), and then I tuned back in for the third period and the OT. Which is funny, because after hearing about the triple overtime game the other night, I was like, "thank god they haven't done that yet." I should know better. But I'm so glad they won and that they did it early enough for me to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Thank jebus for Dan Girardi, I guess. And I was glad to see Hayes get his first playoff goal. Though I still need Nash to break out with some scoring. Zuccarello too. Now they could win the series early! and at MSG! these things almost never happen to the Rangers, so I'm not counting my chickens, but I'm cautiously hopeful, anyway.
As for Arrow,
I mostly enjoyed it a lot. Lazarus Pit! IT CHANGES YOU IN YOUR SOUL. Does it really though? This is always so iffy to me - in the comics, Dinah and Kate both get dunked and they seem fine afterwards; it just seems like the men are the ones who go nuts, and even there, I'm still not sure about Jason, long-term. (I know, I know, duffle bag full of heads. Still, though.) For Ra's it could just be the repeated use and the extension of life past what is optimal for a human being.
ANYWAY. Given that Malcolm was arguing against it, I'm sure it's going to come up again for Thea, but for now I'm just super pleased that they teased it and then they paid it off.
I thought Amell was really fantastic - he's grown a lot as an actor, and this season he's been especially good, even when the writing hasn't been there. The goodbye scene with Diggle. Oh my heart. ♥BROTHERS♥ And then with the branding! And the new outfit. Man, as silly as it sounds on paper, it really worked on the show, I thought. Now let's see what happens when Nyssa shows up to fight him.
I haven't been as annoyed with Felicity as a lot of people this season, but tonight I was. I enjoyed Ra's's gentle setdown of her - Nable's grown on me in the role, though I still wish they could have cast someone ethnically appropriate - because really, what else was there to say? I hated that she drugged Oliver though. It's in character but it's so pointless. Let the man have the dignity of his choice, even if it was forced on him. There was no way out once Thea was healed. What did she think was going to happen? I enjoyed their consummation, though it wasn't the most elegantly shot love scene I've ever seen.
Also, as
vonniek said, I'd have rather Felicity cried in Diggle's arms than Laurel's, and I've liked Laurel this season.
Maseo! While the flashbacks have been useless (can we get to the Russians? please? Anatoly is going to be so much more entertaining), I was so happy to see Tatsu with her sword. She needs to be in the present day stories!
And lastly, because now I have to go notarize ALL THE THINGS (my job, so exciting), today's poem:
I Keep Trying to Leave but the Sex Just Gets Better and Better
This is not what the door's for-slamming
you up against, opening
your legs with my knee. And it isn't
leaving, the thing I keep doing
with my shoes still on, or in the car
in the driveway in broad
daylight after waving
goodbye to your neighbors
again. But my body's a bad
dog, all dumb tongue
and hunger, down
on all fours again, tied up
outside again, coming
when called but then always refusing
to stay. I know what I'm trying
to say, but it isn't
talking, the thing that I do with my mouth
to your ear, even though
we got the orifices right. To leave
I would have to put clothes on,
and they'd have to fit better
than all of this skin. To leave
I would have to know where to begin:
like this, pressed up
against the half-open window? Like
this, with my foot on the gas? If seeing
is believing then why isn't touching
knowing for sure? I just want my nerves
to do the work for me, I don't want
to have to decide. There's blood in my hands
for fight and blood in my legs
for flight and nowhere
a sign. Believe me, I'll leave if you just
let me touch you again for the last
last time.
~Ali Shapiro
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