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Okay so Supernatural this week is WEIRD. Involving a guy who has written out their entire hunting career in novel form, because he dreams it and so on. So they confront this guy, and he's all like, whoa, but you guys are my characters! Get thee into my pages, bitches!
Or, you know.
But it was like... they're on crack. I have used to have the exact same daydreams where my characters would turn up and we'd go off and have adventures although I was never protected by an archangel, although once Trunks gave me senzu beans and it made me be able to fly and ANYWAY you don't need to hear about that. That was back in English class, when I felt I had the right to daydream it because it was writing, not like in maths where I felt guilty unless I was daydreaming something mathematical. And I totally wasn't daydreaming (daynightmaring?) about Pat hijacking the library this afternoon and I was hiding behind the fort of boxes throwing unrewound videos at his head screaming "YOU DON'T REALLY EXIST!". Cos I don't do that anymore.
Oh and I will just say that DESTINY IS CRAP AND I UTTERLY DESPISE IT WHEN ONE PARTY LETS A PROPHECY RULE THEIR ACTIONS 'OH NO WE CAN'T SEND AN ARCHANGEL AFTER LILITH BECAUSE IT IS WRITTEN THAT WE CAN'T' OH WHATEVER CRAP. Just like that fucking book where that woman saved that alien and then the alien was totally grateful and wanted not to be evil anymore and then KILLED HER HUSBAND BECAUSE THE PROPHECY SAID IT WOULD FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN DESTINY. It's crap crap crappy crapola.
Except when done well. Like BSG. That I allow to exist in my television because it acknowledges itself as mythology.
Okay that was rambly.
So today I was walking down the street with a coffee in my hand (actually I did this twice today :D!) and I passed a group of boys, you know, boys, and they were the type to say something to you (yesterday a very lanky and slightly bookish boy leaned out of his car opposite barrington mall and informed the LFoD that he would like it if we took it off. He didn't pause to elaborate on what 'it' might be so we brainstormed and came to the most likely conclusion.) Anyway, this boy in town, he, too, had something to say to me. Only for one it wasn't about my boobs/weight/sexuality. It was "BLEUGH! COFFEE!" in the most offended tone. I've never heard anyone talk so disrespectfully about coffee since Cath was a child and convinced me that the smell of coffee was evil (therefor when I snuck into the kitchen to smell the paper bags of coffee grounds dad bought home i always kind of felt like I was betraying Cath, but then she got the job at Break a Muff and got addicted to coffee, so I was allowed, too.)
I may have issues about not doing stuff because people around me don't wanna do it...
Also today, I was knitting with my double pointed needles - DPN, there's a bit of lingo for you there - and, because Circe and Ness were talking about Wolverine the movie I put them between my fingers like his claws and was all, you know, Wolverine, with the making out with Gambit growling and all, and Circe, she's clever, she says "OH YOU'RE WOOLVERINE!" and it was probably in the top ten funny things people said tonight.
Tomorrow there's going to be hot cross buns at work omg.
I will organise people to go and see the Dragonball movie this weekend (the organising will happen this weekend, not the watching. I plan to stay at home for as much of this weekend as possible, because holy shit, an extended period of time where I don't leave the house WOULD BE GLORY.
Especially because this happened.
Me: I am home from work, freezing and damp and sore!
Cath: Dinner's ready!
Me: :D
Cath: It's chicken!
Me: :D
Me: *goes into bedroom, puts on pajama pants, slippers and dressing gown* :D
Cath: Have five!
Me: :D
Amanda Palmer: *sings beginning of Another Year*
Me: *almost breaks into tears because everything is wonderful*
It was an emotional time for all of us. And then Surprise!Ness was here too and I was like :D
Okay. Toothbrush is impending, also I really need to find my hat.
Or, you know.
But it was like... they're on crack. I have used to have the exact same daydreams where my characters would turn up and we'd go off and have adventures although I was never protected by an archangel, although once Trunks gave me senzu beans and it made me be able to fly and ANYWAY you don't need to hear about that. That was back in English class, when I felt I had the right to daydream it because it was writing, not like in maths where I felt guilty unless I was daydreaming something mathematical. And I totally wasn't daydreaming (daynightmaring?) about Pat hijacking the library this afternoon and I was hiding behind the fort of boxes throwing unrewound videos at his head screaming "YOU DON'T REALLY EXIST!". Cos I don't do that anymore.
Oh and I will just say that DESTINY IS CRAP AND I UTTERLY DESPISE IT WHEN ONE PARTY LETS A PROPHECY RULE THEIR ACTIONS 'OH NO WE CAN'T SEND AN ARCHANGEL AFTER LILITH BECAUSE IT IS WRITTEN THAT WE CAN'T' OH WHATEVER CRAP. Just like that fucking book where that woman saved that alien and then the alien was totally grateful and wanted not to be evil anymore and then KILLED HER HUSBAND BECAUSE THE PROPHECY SAID IT WOULD FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN DESTINY. It's crap crap crappy crapola.
Except when done well. Like BSG. That I allow to exist in my television because it acknowledges itself as mythology.
Okay that was rambly.
So today I was walking down the street with a coffee in my hand (actually I did this twice today :D!) and I passed a group of boys, you know, boys, and they were the type to say something to you (yesterday a very lanky and slightly bookish boy leaned out of his car opposite barrington mall and informed the LFoD that he would like it if we took it off. He didn't pause to elaborate on what 'it' might be so we brainstormed and came to the most likely conclusion.) Anyway, this boy in town, he, too, had something to say to me. Only for one it wasn't about my boobs/weight/sexuality. It was "BLEUGH! COFFEE!" in the most offended tone. I've never heard anyone talk so disrespectfully about coffee since Cath was a child and convinced me that the smell of coffee was evil (therefor when I snuck into the kitchen to smell the paper bags of coffee grounds dad bought home i always kind of felt like I was betraying Cath, but then she got the job at Break a Muff and got addicted to coffee, so I was allowed, too.)
I may have issues about not doing stuff because people around me don't wanna do it...
Also today, I was knitting with my double pointed needles - DPN, there's a bit of lingo for you there - and, because Circe and Ness were talking about Wolverine the movie I put them between my fingers like his claws and was all, you know, Wolverine, with the making out with Gambit growling and all, and Circe, she's clever, she says "OH YOU'RE WOOLVERINE!" and it was probably in the top ten funny things people said tonight.
Tomorrow there's going to be hot cross buns at work omg.
I will organise people to go and see the Dragonball movie this weekend (the organising will happen this weekend, not the watching. I plan to stay at home for as much of this weekend as possible, because holy shit, an extended period of time where I don't leave the house WOULD BE GLORY.
Especially because this happened.
Me: I am home from work, freezing and damp and sore!
Cath: Dinner's ready!
Me: :D
Cath: It's chicken!
Me: :D
Me: *goes into bedroom, puts on pajama pants, slippers and dressing gown* :D
Cath: Have five!
Me: :D
Amanda Palmer: *sings beginning of Another Year*
Me: *almost breaks into tears because everything is wonderful*
It was an emotional time for all of us. And then Surprise!Ness was here too and I was like :D
Okay. Toothbrush is impending, also I really need to find my hat.