the snowdens of yesteryear
Sarah and I are sitting around our kitchen table with headaches, me, because I finally realized around 3AM last night that my insomnia was being caused by the anti-inflammatories I've been taking for my knee (better late than never, right?), and she, because it was her friend's birthday last night. I tried to use my insomnia for good, aka to slowly add more to the Femmeslash Forever that calmingcupoftea is going to have to beta at some point in the nebulous future, but I've been reading Catch-22 and after the first paragraph-length sentence I decided it was folly (by the same logic, Unagi, I didn't even attempt to beta more of your thing).
Catch-22, is so, so great, and I have no idea why I'm surprised. Actually, yes, I do: it's because I almost never read non-genre literature, and generally try to avoid depressing things. I've found it very difficult recently to care about all of the fluff fantasy/sci-fi/mystery/ya lit I usually read, though, so it looks like I'm going to try out literature and non-fiction for a little while. Between all of the SGA fic, of course.
Speaking of Stargate, SG-1 mysteriously went from zero to sixty around episode 1x18. Every episode was pretty terrible, in the way where I was watching Sam and Daniel's beautifully platonic relationship with deep fondness and lolling at the attempts of the costume department and then before I knew what was happening, everything was creepy and well-executed and intense.
Of course, by 2x07 it relapsed into a different kind of terrible, where each episode now feels like it has the plot of an entire C movie crammed into 45 minutes. That said, last episode Daniel gossiped with Sam about how that cute lieutenant totally has a crush on her and that's enough to make me forgive a lot of things. Now if only they wouldn't do things like switch the actress for Teal'c's wife (because one POC is indistinguishable from another, totally) and give him sexist dialogue when he's back on his home planet.
Ballroom dance class is still very fun, but the other day the TA sat down at a piano and calmly started playing variations on the Kingdom Hearts Traverse Town theme he'd learned by ear and didn't particularly care about discussing the game itself and I abruptly realized that 1. I was surrounded by talented musicians (the people that wandered up to the piano also didn't want to discuss Square Enix, but wanted a turn to play) and remembered that 2. I don't know how to communicate with people that aren't geeky or nerdy. This was slightly less jarring than the previous week, where someone said something heteronormative to me and I realized that I was probably surrounded by straight people. Luckily there isn't a whole lot of milling around in crowds in this class, so my social awkwardness is only occasionally apparent.
Catch-22, is so, so great, and I have no idea why I'm surprised. Actually, yes, I do: it's because I almost never read non-genre literature, and generally try to avoid depressing things. I've found it very difficult recently to care about all of the fluff fantasy/sci-fi/mystery/ya lit I usually read, though, so it looks like I'm going to try out literature and non-fiction for a little while. Between all of the SGA fic, of course.
Speaking of Stargate, SG-1 mysteriously went from zero to sixty around episode 1x18. Every episode was pretty terrible, in the way where I was watching Sam and Daniel's beautifully platonic relationship with deep fondness and lolling at the attempts of the costume department and then before I knew what was happening, everything was creepy and well-executed and intense.
Of course, by 2x07 it relapsed into a different kind of terrible, where each episode now feels like it has the plot of an entire C movie crammed into 45 minutes. That said, last episode Daniel gossiped with Sam about how that cute lieutenant totally has a crush on her and that's enough to make me forgive a lot of things. Now if only they wouldn't do things like switch the actress for Teal'c's wife (because one POC is indistinguishable from another, totally) and give him sexist dialogue when he's back on his home planet.
Ballroom dance class is still very fun, but the other day the TA sat down at a piano and calmly started playing variations on the Kingdom Hearts Traverse Town theme he'd learned by ear and didn't particularly care about discussing the game itself and I abruptly realized that 1. I was surrounded by talented musicians (the people that wandered up to the piano also didn't want to discuss Square Enix, but wanted a turn to play) and remembered that 2. I don't know how to communicate with people that aren't geeky or nerdy. This was slightly less jarring than the previous week, where someone said something heteronormative to me and I realized that I was probably surrounded by straight people. Luckily there isn't a whole lot of milling around in crowds in this class, so my social awkwardness is only occasionally apparent.