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I think I'm premenstrual; the other day I ate half a Green & Black's Maya Gold bar not merely in one sitting but in about fifteen minutes, which I didn't think was physically possible for me. (The reviewer at The Chocolate Review complained of being unable to eat more than a few squares of G&B, which I had always considered to be more a mark of quality than a cause for complaint. It's like wine; one is much less likely to get schnockered on the good stuff because it invites savoring, while plonk demands shooting and pleasant stuff invites quaffing.)
Three of my colleagues were out yesterday on various familial joys or emergencies, with a fourth leaving early because of a class. There were times when two of us were doing the work usually handled by four, and in the evening a new page was baptized by fire. My usual Wednesday night date with fried carbs was kept with more than habitual fervor. Pineapple pizza, french fries, and instant hot cider make everything better.
(And where are the last three pieces of pizza? Sitting, nicely wrapped, on the hall table at home, or possibly on the front step. If it weren't screwed to my neck I'd forget what day it was.)
I finished Tam Lin on Saturday night. To quote![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sahiya and kelilah respectively, it does have narrative weirdnesses and is a painfully accurate rendition of the GREAT ANGST that can come with college, but overall I agree that it's a good read and a book I will probably revisit.
The pacing struck me as the most odd; Janet's junior year, in particular, went past in the blink of an eye, which on the one hand is oddly congruent with my experience in both high school and college of junior year as the golden(-ish-est) age, when my academic, social, religious, and physical ups were higher and the valleys, though dark, were enlivened by company or the conviction that particular company would lighten them, but on the other hand is just weird.
I also wish there'd been more falling action after Janet rescued Thomas, and more of a run-out of the whole they're-fairies-and-yes-Nick-and-Robin-are-Shakespearean-actors-and-yes-there's-magic.
Also, I have been watching Merlin. I've been pleasantly surprised at how much screen time and plot Uther gets; true, his screen time is frequently spent being bullheaded about things and thwarty to the younger generation, but he has actual reasons for his anti-magic stance as well as angst about preserving his kingdom.
Asantennapedia said, it's like the extreme high school AU of Arthurian legends. And it's even more anachronistic than the Richard Greene Adventures of Robin Hood (which had characters like Marian's ornithologist vegetarian uncle - no, I am not kidding.) But damn if the scripts aren't improving, ASH is getting more and more scope to be awesome sexy Serious!Aging!Warrior!King, and everyone is being ridiculously pretty all the time. As well as the obvious, there's Kate McSomething as Morgana (wearing glorious jewel tones). I also really like Angel Coulby who plays Gwenevere; I recognized her from a guest spot on Hustle, in which she was also delightful.
Furthermore,breadandroses and I have been slowly catching up to the rest of fandom in the New Dr. Who area. This week we watched "The Christmas Invasion" (Tea saves the day! TEA! ...and then shit goes down with Harriet Jones, which was not pleasing.) and "New Earth."
I found "New Earth" very creepy for some of the reasons that "The Empty Child" is, for me, the scariest television episode ever; I have great recurrent fears of being consumed by other people's needs or illnesses, so the whole horde-of-literally-plague-consumed-people-who-just-want-a-hug was, well, pointy. I could not be petrified, however, because Billie Piper was being so excellent as Lady Cassandra. The ending, however, took the story to the realm of the Deeply Fucked Up. Her dying wish is to see herself and compliment herself?
Three of my colleagues were out yesterday on various familial joys or emergencies, with a fourth leaving early because of a class. There were times when two of us were doing the work usually handled by four, and in the evening a new page was baptized by fire. My usual Wednesday night date with fried carbs was kept with more than habitual fervor. Pineapple pizza, french fries, and instant hot cider make everything better.
(And where are the last three pieces of pizza? Sitting, nicely wrapped, on the hall table at home, or possibly on the front step. If it weren't screwed to my neck I'd forget what day it was.)
I finished Tam Lin on Saturday night. To quote
sahiya and kelilah respectively, it does have narrative weirdnesses and is a painfully accurate rendition of the GREAT ANGST that can come with college, but overall I agree that it's a good read and a book I will probably revisit.The pacing struck me as the most odd; Janet's junior year, in particular, went past in the blink of an eye, which on the one hand is oddly congruent with my experience in both high school and college of junior year as the golden(-ish-est) age, when my academic, social, religious, and physical ups were higher and the valleys, though dark, were enlivened by company or the conviction that particular company would lighten them, but on the other hand is just weird.
I also wish there'd been more falling action after Janet rescued Thomas, and more of a run-out of the whole they're-fairies-and-yes-Nick-and-Robin-are-Shakespearean-actors-and-yes-there's-magic.
Also, I have been watching Merlin. I've been pleasantly surprised at how much screen time and plot Uther gets; true, his screen time is frequently spent being bullheaded about things and thwarty to the younger generation, but he has actual reasons for his anti-magic stance as well as angst about preserving his kingdom.
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antennapedia said, it's like the extreme high school AU of Arthurian legends. And it's even more anachronistic than the Richard Greene Adventures of Robin Hood (which had characters like Marian's ornithologist vegetarian uncle - no, I am not kidding.) But damn if the scripts aren't improving, ASH is getting more and more scope to be Furthermore,
breadandroses and I have been slowly catching up to the rest of fandom in the New Dr. Who area. This week we watched "The Christmas Invasion" (Tea saves the day! TEA! ...and then shit goes down with Harriet Jones, which was not pleasing.) and "New Earth." I found "New Earth" very creepy for some of the reasons that "The Empty Child" is, for me, the scariest television episode ever; I have great recurrent fears of being consumed by other people's needs or illnesses, so the whole horde-of-literally-plague-consumed-people-who-just-want-a-hug was, well, pointy. I could not be petrified, however, because Billie Piper was being so excellent as Lady Cassandra. The ending, however, took the story to the realm of the Deeply Fucked Up. Her dying wish is to see herself and compliment herself?
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Thanks much for the Merlin report. Nice to hear that Tony is getting things to do ... one day, with luck, I'll get to see those things.
::hugs::
P.S. your 'under the table' comment was practically life-saving, a few weeks back, and yet I was too under-the-table to let you know. Many thanks, for that.
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Wednesday was very, very wrong, but fries and cider and tylenol and going to bed early helped a lot.
Further Merlin reportage, for Truly Refined Tastes: Episode 6, "A Remedy To Cure All Ills," and Episode 9, "Excalibur," feature some especially guhhhhh-some moments.
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And dammit I like Harriet Jones. I didn't like her going all first-strikey, not least because helloooooo, you want the cowed bad guys to go tell the other bad guys to stay away from Earth, but for her to be taken down that way was... ugh.
I vote Adrian Lester for the next Doctor.