- Tags:!misc, !rl, navelgazing
- Mood:I think there's a word for it
- Music:enchanted - taylor swift
I dreamed I was on a bus, with Jayasai, Marsha, and someone else. The bus layout was strange, like first-class airline seats crammed into a Greyhound. We were going to Quebec. She needed to stop to fulfill a prescription because the bus's air conditioning was broken. The pharmacy had green walls.
Today, I built a scratching post for my (nearly my) cat, and I thought about the past.
Specifically, about one of my friends (if you could call someone you haven't spoken to in years
because you're too embarrassed to face them at group reunions), their blog that I really should not have read, and their upcoming nupitals. Shit, I'm creepy. And then, a lot of the things that seem important at one point in time lose their importance, often for the better, but I thought that there was some sadness in that. But that's part of growing up, and I think there are a hundred thousand movies and games and songs that say it better than I do. So to conclude, growing up is hard, and sometimes watching other people grow up is harder. On the other hand Justin grew out of his "Soos-lookalike
" phase and his wallet chain phase, and eventually my body caught up with my head, so it's not all bad.
The scratching post raw materials included:
- Plywood (slightly warped) (free!)
- Nails, screws, washers, staples (free!)
- A wee bit of carpet ($5.99)
- 3/8" diameter sisal rope ($30 for 150ft) (I think I could have gotten cheaper if I used 1/4" rope but 3/8" has better texture)
- L-brackets and more screws and stuff ($3)
I'm happy with how it's turning out but I won't be done until later.
Also, T-swizzle will be releasing new stuff on Friday, I am very excited. I remember where I was the first time I watched the MV for Wildest Dreams.
I want to point out that, after a slow start, I'm currently at the top of the standings in both of my Game of Thrones fantasy leagues as of Episode 6.
I'm happy that creepin on the trailers paid off (ended up drafting several members of the magnificent 7 formed at the end of Episode 5) but I don't expect the lead to last - more traditional Southern big hitters are coming back into play. And dammit, Gilly has earned 0 points and Sam has -5 despite getting decent screentime. You guys.
(I am Ser Pounce and First Atlantis Reconnaissance Team)
- Tags:!rl, cat, pic
- Music:rihanna - fire bomb
This is definitely the most lovely cat ever. Justin told me she climbed on top of the fridge today. I'm so proud!
- Location:its lab
- Music:thea gilmore - razor valentine
I got the formal job offer after some ulcer-inducing email correspondence. It ain't over till the fat lady sings, they said, so I couldn't turn down the other job until I'd received paperwork for the other one... This job will allow me to move west to Guelph/Mississauga where my $$$ will stretch farther (though not as far as if I were to stay at home...)
Also I believe I will be able to keep the foster cat, live with Justin the potato, and other stuff.
Anyways I'm pretty happy but there's some administrative stuff to sort out first. It will be nice to dream again.
- Tags:!rl, jobbo, work
- Music:washy washy
I GOT 2 JOB OFFERS TODAY
Either the other candidates they interviewed were rubbish
Or I'm even more charming than I thought I was!
Or they like puns!
Apart from falling down the Hawke/Varric rabbit hole, this weekend, I fostered a kitty, and tested whether or not car windows have a safety sensor like elevators by sticking my finger in the window while it was rolling. They don't have sensors and I bruised my finger.
This is Fefe the foster cat.
Fefe has already mastered the following skills:
- Opening sliding closet doors
- Meowing and banging on the door hard enough to wake the humans up at 3AM
- Getting head scratches
Dragon Age (Dragon Age II)Pairing:
Romance, humour, friendship, book clubs, meta Length:
An apostate's guide to popular fiction. (Or: Hawke runs headlong into Cassandra's book club, Varric comes along for the ride.)My thoughts:
Damular's rendition of Hawke perfectly illustrates why I can never not
play Purple!Hawke. This story is fun
. The characters play cards, cavort in a tavern, and read one of Varric's pulp novels.
"That's great, everyone's caught up!" said Dagna. "If we're all good with it, I thought we could start by going around in a circle and reading our favorite part out loud, just to get a feel for the rhythm of the story. It can be a scene that you thought was funny, something that struck you about the characters, interesting development of the novel's world...anything!"
Hawke cleared her throat and read: "'Shit shit shit!' said Knight. 'Shit shit shit, what the shit!'"
Which is not to say that it's all fun and games. The author builds tension very well, partly through the use of dramatic irony and partly through the use of these really well constructed sentences that just perfectly capture the self-loathing and misery of unrequited love without belabouring the point. I felt my stomach lurch emotionally at five or six different points during the story. It was great. I love it when the understated emotional anguish of fictional characters makes my insides contract in sympathy.
And fuck, it's so nice to see Hawke happy with someone who has their shit together. The contract scene - well, I thought that the contract-writer was being kind of unrealistically pragmatic until I read a line in it that I love - "He bent his head and ran one hand over his hair; Hawke suddenly realized that he was nervous. "
. The tone of this whole fic is generally light-hearted but the blink-and-you'll-miss-it moments like that become so much more poignant as a result.
To end this rec post, I present two more of my favourite spoiler-free quotes:
"It is a masterpiece," said Cassandra. "And a clear allegory for Andraste and Maferath—"
"What?" said Dagna. "It is not! It's a radical political tract disguised as a post-imperial meditation on chance versus divine decree!"
"Excuse me," said Dorian. "If I may cut in, what is this book we're supposed to be reading?"
Cassandra shot him a black look. "It's about two elves—"
"Ah," he said. "Genre romance for the niche market, say no more."
"What I believe Lady Pentaghast is trying to express," said Dorian, "is her dissatisfaction with the ending."
"Why, is something wrong with it?" Varric pulled away from Cassandra and circled around to the head of the table; there wasn't a chair, but he set his tankard down and leaned against the wooden post there.
"Yes," said Dorian.
"Everything," said Cassandra, who managed to pack as much passion into that one word as most poets did into entire epics. Hawke was impressed.
Varric sighed. "Ah, fans. Always thinking they know better."
- Location:its lab
- Music:kygo - it aint me
I dreamed that, firstly, I was Harry Potter and I killed one of Shivani's bridesmaids out of jealousy. Also, I was flying under an invisibility cloak but the guests kept pulling at it and I couldn't leave the reception. The bridesmaids wore lavender.
Then I dreamed... there were rickety stairs and platforms in the Flooded District, and I saw Martin, older that the last time I saw him, hairline a bit farther back. The water kept rising and I woke up. I was so 100% a bad friend and I am sad that it's too late to fix it. I wonder sometimes what it would be like if hadn't been a bad friend, but then I realize that I'd probably have been bad at keeping in touch, and that essentially nothing would have changed.
But I bought a fish tank + stand + heater for $35 so I have that going for me, and Jen gifted me a $25 gift card with which I can buy LED lights for the plants, so at least I've got that going for me.