I'm actually really enjoying her character on The Orville... 

On one hand, they didn't need a new ensign, or to write in all sorts of four-dimensional mcguffin problems that only she could solve. And it's weird that her actress is dating Seth McFarlane whilst being twenty years younger than he is. 

However, I respect the way the show is handling Charly's hostility at Isaac following Amanda's death. It's a bitter, necessary pill to swallow. Not everyone is on board with Isaac's presence on the ship. The Kaylon attack was three years ago for the viewers, but for the crew only a few months have passed. It's not pretty, and the ensign occasionally comes off as surly and unlikeable - at one point, Ed accuses her of acting like she has a "monopoly on grief." Those jagged edges are necessary for Charly's character. 

I hope the ensign sticks around.

Ya boy is back 

It was sort of a mini vacation. I wore smashing dresses, ate omakase sushi (my favourite was the sea urchin/tuna tartare, the monkfish liver, and the bonito), and got new earrings. 

I'm now on Ghost Story in the Dresden Files.

I've begun writing That Interquel (which will not exceed 20k words).



Tonight, I watched Lasting Impressions in Season 2 of the Orville. It's another episode where not much happens (much like the season opener Ja'loja, which I loved). I'm aware that it's real similar to several episodes of Star Trek. Still found it very touching, at least partially because I've felt similar infatuations. Not with holodeck ladies environmental simulations, but they honestly might as well have been.   

Also it had this scene: 

Yesterday, I biked 50 km (to GC91Z00, then Guelph Lake, then back) and painted my nails (Morgan le Fay + Because You're Worth It = champagne). 

Today, I'm was really itchy, had a bubble bath, and remained itchy. Watched Bon Cop Bad Cop in the afternoon. Started watching pen15 and reading Dead Beat in the evening. Lost my mind at about 10pm and ate a bowl of yogurt and some chicken nuggets. Pen15 is very good and accurate to the time period, although I don't recall my adolescence being quite like that, nor do I remember my peers being so small. Krogoth is not a fan, probably because despite what his freakishly slim and shapely legs say to the contrary, he was never a teenage girl. 

Tomorrow I'll probably clean the bathroom. 

On Tuesday I'll probably watch The Green Knight because the trailer imagery and the source material are both extremely up my alley. 

Okay so I had a dream about this girl I'm acquainted with. But it was exactly that kind of dream. We were working in this post-apocalyptic factory, made out on a grotty futon, and then she told me that she loved me, and I just totally froze up. Didn't know what to do. Just kissed her and skedaddled. 

After that I dreamed I was rampaging through a haunted gift shop in Skyrim. Shot some flaming arrows at a frost troll. Glitched through a wall (read: found the maintenance access) and then bought a small daisy-embroidered handkerchief and a square blue ornamental glass dish. 

AND THEN. Admiral Cain from Battlestar Galactica was organizing war games in what looked like a Megabuilding from Dredd, and we all know that Admiral Cain doesn't like to lose. Things got all intense until it wasn't a game anymore. Admiral Cain started sending teams of marines through the door and threatening us over the intercom. 

My squad - composed of Colonel Osama bin Tigh (who should be good at this small force vs bigger force stuff!) and Roomba (of all people!!!) began to mount a defense, but just when things were getting interesting, and we'd planted all the explosives and ransacked an armoury, I woke up. 

So just FML.

Yay! And, just a few weeks til my designation finishes processing... 

 I have some new creative pursuits on the horizon.

First of all, the BSG finale WRECKED ME BIGTIME. I started crying when the opera house dreams started aligning with the present, except that everyone was wearing TACTICAL VESTS and I couldn't handle the CONTRAST and the SOUNDTRACK and then ughhhh

AND THEN THEY FOUND EARTH, and a bunch of main characters died, another main character clearly hasn't got much time left! And then the characters I was rooting for this entire time got such a MESSY ending, and I guess toilet paper isn't even going to be invented for another hundred thousand years??

So I sobbed messily for half an hour after the end credits rolled while Krogoth ordered sushi. Which is EXACTLY the sort of reaction that four seasons of TV should wring out! So don't misread me here - I don't care that the last season veered from SPACE SURVIVALISTS to RELIGIOUS ROBOTS and then ROBOT MARITAL COUNSELLING, because when the finale hits like a frakking truck I WILL FORGIVE ALL THOSE SINS but also I will cry about it.

AND THEN, because I can't find that angsty post-canon Lee/Kara fic, I guess I'm gonna have to write it myself

Second order of business is to get my act together and really get the 5e space campaign rolling.

But, story first. Really. 

Why is it whenever I dream of public toilets, they're either out of service, dirty, or don't have working doors?? 

Must I live in terror that Gaius Baltar is going to jump out from behind the sink? Or that the opposing stall door will slowly swing open, revealing Starbuck as she peruses a magazine? 

Please, say it ain't so.  

I dreamed that I'd booked a hotel room in the midwest for a conference. My friend had joined me for the last night - they were passing through on a trip of their own, after their reservation fell through. Nothing untoward happened that night, because they're a chivalrous type. In the morning, I made hotel room coffee and we drank it on the balcony. Check out time came and went. And I couldn't stop thinking - why did I wait? Why didn't I do anything?

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Lee Adama walked in a fatsuit so that Thor could run in a fatsuit.

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(23:38:44) its like in 50 years
(23:38:52) THIS convo will still exist
(23:38:55) sigh

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I planned a last-minute mental health vacay a week and a half from now but my plans are already fracturing cos my boss really wants me to call in for a 3-hour meeting on monday and wednesday afternoon.

I am become Atlas, holding the weight of this doomed-ass witness statement upon my shoulders.

Just watched E2S10 of BSG and holy shit, I was warned it was a three parter, but now I have to watch the other two otherwise I won't be able to fall asleep tonight, or read the episode synopses on wikipedia. Can only imagine how it must've been when the series was first airing on TV. 

This is the story of my love affair with Clover Canyon. 

Five years ago, I was looking for a dress at the Marshalls at Yonge and Gerrard five years ago, for my convocation. It came down to a choice between the Winter Solstice and the Irish Box dresses, though I did not know them by that name yet. 

As much as I liked the feeling of staring into a tentacled floral abyss on the front of the Winter Solstice dress, the back did not inspire the same feelings. Also true blues remind me of my grade 10 high school ID photo where I looked like a drunk 23 year old man. Blue just does not play nicely with my complexion. 



( Blathering about tight dresses  )

Oh, yeah, and then Justin brought wings home and coincidentally we'd reached the Wingsluts episode of our Brooklyn Nine Nine rewatch. 

And Fleabag was excellent, as my boss said, but not depressing, as she also said it was. It's just really sweet. Don't know if I hate the Godmother, Umbridge, or Shivani's elderly halfling cleric more. 

I was rearranging rocks in my tank and I saw a BABY EMBER TETRA about 8mm long. I may have accidentally killed it when I was poking around the tank, but the presence of fry means the fish are happy! Tetras aren't like guppies or cichlids, they're egg-scatterers so it's generally harder to get them to breed. 

In other news I think my hygro has a potassium/magnesium deficiency :/  I've upped the tap in my tap/RO mix so hopefully it works out. Can't wait until the plants fill in so I can ditch the hornwort. Damn thing triples in size every week, and is constantly full of snails, and the tank looks SO MUCH BETTER without it. But I keep it around because it sucks the poop out and prevents me from overdosing ferts.

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So a person I crushed on years ago is actually trans and bi, and back in the day they were ace and not trans. They look good. 

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Having a lot of trouble with my next chapter because nothing happens, but I couldn't just LEAVE a bunch of temporary emotional loose ends lying around. Dang thing is 63k words long now. Wondering if it'll break 70k, because I haven't even touched the last chapter yet. 

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The Good Place presses all my buttons. Timey-wimey Jeremy Bearimy shit, AU shenanigans (sorta), philosophy, and at last, an answer to why Chidi is so jacked.