Shedding, writing, judging.
Some of these things I do better than others.
* I got the tattoo Wednesday night--pictures will come once it's healed and not constantly glistening with olive oil (I ran out of my good ol' glycerin and I don't feel like going out and bujying an entire bottle of what he recommended to use not even an eighth of it for the upcoming fortnight--that's right, I said fortnight) and shedding dead skin. In the meantime I just gotta keep it lubed and clean and pick the cat hairs off of it. (Seriously, I need to buy a brush. My fat-ass tabby's leaving scary hairy impressions wherever she lies down, it's ridiculous.)
* I've been working on this short story compilation featuring a sort of Odd Couple set-up between Satan, the sober lawyerly djinn, and Lucifer, the obnoxious intoxicated fallen aristocrat. Most of the stories have "modern" settings and right now I'm working on the "oldest" one in that it takes place in New Spain. Here's what happens when you read too much Faulkner and Garcia Marquez!:
" Calderon, confused, melting pot embodied: bastard offspring of a Spanish officer and a Tarahumara woman picked up during a conscription of indigenous labor for the mines. Spared that shaft for another, she died in labor of another sort, nonwife to a nonhusband who spoke her language no more than she did his, dropping dead on her feet not so many years ago, and in between them a squawling baby boy with the burden of empire on his shoulders and the sensitivity to it pierced like lances through his heart. Unsure how to contextualize himself, young Calderon was an element without principle. We might best describe his recent absence from his father's footsetps as soldier as a matter of disaffection rather than true desertion, as when he so happened to wander away from his mission, it was with no determination, and when he so happened upon the pocket in the mountains, peopled with heathens, it was quite by incident."
Peyote trips and plaster saints erupting baby spiders ensue.
* Sort of piggy-backing off of that (writing styles), I often find difficulty relating to a lot of the more popular television shows when I have the opportunity to catch an episode. (To be fair this isn't often, so some of these series may be less accurate to judge just going off of a couple of episodes.) I watched a few episodes of the first season of Dexter last night at a friend's place and I don't quite understand the hype. It's not bad by any means, and I actually found our main killer rather likeable (also was trippin a little bit once I realized that if Kuwabara from YYH was a real-life dude, he'd probably look a lot like Dexter), but I'm really hoping that whoever the writers are improved on their female characters in the following seasons. Most of the girlfriend's dialogue's like something out of a bad Hallmark or Lifetime program, and it seemed like every scene his sister's in had me thinking, Is she going to storm off thick-voiced and teary-eyed again? >.< That is not a tough girl, which I know is how they're trying to portray her. I'm tired of seeing women who are being packaged as tough/powerful/whatever being constantly portrayed with some sort of complex relating to males and/or engaged in VERY obvious power struggles with the aforementioned males or with an older dried-up ergo more masculine crone character. That's not empowering to me, that's an afterschool special about grrl! power adapted for primetime. Yeesh.
* I got the tattoo Wednesday night--pictures will come once it's healed and not constantly glistening with olive oil (I ran out of my good ol' glycerin and I don't feel like going out and bujying an entire bottle of what he recommended to use not even an eighth of it for the upcoming fortnight--that's right, I said fortnight) and shedding dead skin. In the meantime I just gotta keep it lubed and clean and pick the cat hairs off of it. (Seriously, I need to buy a brush. My fat-ass tabby's leaving scary hairy impressions wherever she lies down, it's ridiculous.)
* I've been working on this short story compilation featuring a sort of Odd Couple set-up between Satan, the sober lawyerly djinn, and Lucifer, the obnoxious intoxicated fallen aristocrat. Most of the stories have "modern" settings and right now I'm working on the "oldest" one in that it takes place in New Spain. Here's what happens when you read too much Faulkner and Garcia Marquez!:
" Calderon, confused, melting pot embodied: bastard offspring of a Spanish officer and a Tarahumara woman picked up during a conscription of indigenous labor for the mines. Spared that shaft for another, she died in labor of another sort, nonwife to a nonhusband who spoke her language no more than she did his, dropping dead on her feet not so many years ago, and in between them a squawling baby boy with the burden of empire on his shoulders and the sensitivity to it pierced like lances through his heart. Unsure how to contextualize himself, young Calderon was an element without principle. We might best describe his recent absence from his father's footsetps as soldier as a matter of disaffection rather than true desertion, as when he so happened to wander away from his mission, it was with no determination, and when he so happened upon the pocket in the mountains, peopled with heathens, it was quite by incident."
Peyote trips and plaster saints erupting baby spiders ensue.
* Sort of piggy-backing off of that (writing styles), I often find difficulty relating to a lot of the more popular television shows when I have the opportunity to catch an episode. (To be fair this isn't often, so some of these series may be less accurate to judge just going off of a couple of episodes.) I watched a few episodes of the first season of Dexter last night at a friend's place and I don't quite understand the hype. It's not bad by any means, and I actually found our main killer rather likeable (also was trippin a little bit once I realized that if Kuwabara from YYH was a real-life dude, he'd probably look a lot like Dexter), but I'm really hoping that whoever the writers are improved on their female characters in the following seasons. Most of the girlfriend's dialogue's like something out of a bad Hallmark or Lifetime program, and it seemed like every scene his sister's in had me thinking, Is she going to storm off thick-voiced and teary-eyed again? >.< That is not a tough girl, which I know is how they're trying to portray her. I'm tired of seeing women who are being packaged as tough/powerful/whatever being constantly portrayed with some sort of complex relating to males and/or engaged in VERY obvious power struggles with the aforementioned males or with an older dried-up ergo more masculine crone character. That's not empowering to me, that's an afterschool special about grrl! power adapted for primetime. Yeesh.