Watching, writing, drinking
1) I am now officially up to date in MCU. YAAAAAY! It's been a long time coming
Civil War wasn't nearly as angsty as I'd been imagining. From people's reactions that I had to click away from quickly or put my fingers in my ears and start chanting 'lalala!' when they started to tell me how devastated they/their teacher/their dog had been, I was expecting Major Character Death at the very least. So, while I wasn't spoiled, I was kinda... oh, that's the end? That's all it was? So, yeah. Also, it was a bit pointless smashy angry superheros destroying stuff, and I had a bit of trouble buying the character motivations for the split. I'd have to say I'm #teamblackwidow, because she seemed to be the only one with her head screwed on about reasonableness. Like. Yeah. Smashy vigilante justice without oversight = not a good idea. No really. But. You know. That doesn't mean you entirely give up your right to think critically about what you should do, nor to disobey orders if you feel you must. That's basic military moral obligation. You still get tried for war crimes even if you were only obeying orders (brainwashing aside). And you can still do your best to help within your own moral code and play nicely with the governments whose shit you keep accidentally blowing up while saving them from worse things. Anyway, I'm up to date now, so I can safely read the shoobies' snippets without my head exploding.
2) I have finally, finally managed to open Futureproof to resume my second draft editing. Chapter 3 and I have been having an epic mexican standoff in my brain for... wow, is it only four weeks? It seems longer! ... which has in any case at last, like in the last few hours, spilled into shots fired in an actual word processor. I'm officially done with listening to its excuses, and this afternoon I made a first edit through to the end of the chapter. I'm going to stop trying to cram in things that don't go there. If I'm having this much trouble, now is clearly not the time for those revelations. I'm drawing a line. Moving on. It'll be off to Pear for review tomorrow night, and the next stop is editing Chapter 4. In which Gary is woobie and put upon, and we're back to the other plot arcs with the character who doesn't drive me nuts, so that should be easier, right? Right?
3) Also, we have no milk. I think Sherlock's done something to it. My only other theory is that the kids drank it all, and that just doesn't seem plausible. I have, however, discovered that cream is not half bad in tea. Much better than powdered milk. And substantially better for the putting-on-weight campaign, because if I have a couple of spoons of cream in every cup of tea throughout the day, that adds up to quite a bit of cream--surely eventually some of it will stick to my bones. I might keep up the cream even when we have milk again.
Speaking of Sherlock: My fanvid. Which I am pimping all over the place because I am so damn proud of it, but it's my livejournal and I'll pimp if I want to. :)
Civil War wasn't nearly as angsty as I'd been imagining. From people's reactions that I had to click away from quickly or put my fingers in my ears and start chanting 'lalala!' when they started to tell me how devastated they/their teacher/their dog had been, I was expecting Major Character Death at the very least. So, while I wasn't spoiled, I was kinda... oh, that's the end? That's all it was? So, yeah. Also, it was a bit pointless smashy angry superheros destroying stuff, and I had a bit of trouble buying the character motivations for the split. I'd have to say I'm #teamblackwidow, because she seemed to be the only one with her head screwed on about reasonableness. Like. Yeah. Smashy vigilante justice without oversight = not a good idea. No really. But. You know. That doesn't mean you entirely give up your right to think critically about what you should do, nor to disobey orders if you feel you must. That's basic military moral obligation. You still get tried for war crimes even if you were only obeying orders (brainwashing aside). And you can still do your best to help within your own moral code and play nicely with the governments whose shit you keep accidentally blowing up while saving them from worse things. Anyway, I'm up to date now, so I can safely read the shoobies' snippets without my head exploding.
2) I have finally, finally managed to open Futureproof to resume my second draft editing. Chapter 3 and I have been having an epic mexican standoff in my brain for... wow, is it only four weeks? It seems longer! ... which has in any case at last, like in the last few hours, spilled into shots fired in an actual word processor. I'm officially done with listening to its excuses, and this afternoon I made a first edit through to the end of the chapter. I'm going to stop trying to cram in things that don't go there. If I'm having this much trouble, now is clearly not the time for those revelations. I'm drawing a line. Moving on. It'll be off to Pear for review tomorrow night, and the next stop is editing Chapter 4. In which Gary is woobie and put upon, and we're back to the other plot arcs with the character who doesn't drive me nuts, so that should be easier, right? Right?
3) Also, we have no milk. I think Sherlock's done something to it. My only other theory is that the kids drank it all, and that just doesn't seem plausible. I have, however, discovered that cream is not half bad in tea. Much better than powdered milk. And substantially better for the putting-on-weight campaign, because if I have a couple of spoons of cream in every cup of tea throughout the day, that adds up to quite a bit of cream--surely eventually some of it will stick to my bones. I might keep up the cream even when we have milk again.
Speaking of Sherlock: My fanvid. Which I am pimping all over the place because I am so damn proud of it, but it's my livejournal and I'll pimp if I want to. :)
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