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damkiannaI got dragged off to go shopping with my mother and sister again a few days ago, along with some other errands (including going to the dump, where I could not resist picking up the novelization of the Constantine movie and yet another of the hilarrible Rogue Angel series at the bookshed). They were the ones who actually needed clothes, but I decided that as long as I was going to be forced to go along with, I might as well buy some more man-jeans, since I've been putting the two pairs I got last time into heavy rotation.
And I still cannot get over how much easier it is to find exactly the clothes I want in the men's section. I hate shopping in KMart, as I do in all the other enormous white fluorescent tombs that the 12A section of Lebanon has to offer, but it is far more tolerable when I can actually get hold of jeans that: fit me relatively comfortably; do not gather at the knee and flare around the foot, which I hate; have ACTUAL HAND-SIZED POCKETS, which is something I have not yet found in any pair of women's jeans I have ever tried on; are not low-rise or weirdly high-waisted or anything goofy; and have sizes in measurements that I can actually understand (first number's inches round the waist, second number's inches of length of inseam). My sister came with me to the dark side, and exclaimed in joy over the fact that men's jeans seem to effectively come in half-sizes - not only can you get a 32 waist and a 34 waist, but also a 33 waist. I came home with four more pairs of man-jeans, and a growing determination to crossdress for the rest of my life.
I saw Little One again, which strengthens my conviction that Little One is a very smart toad, as Calvin has killed another couple squirrels and disemboweled a vole since last time, and yet Little One lives blissfully on beneath the porch and remains untouched. The guinea eggs my mother got three weeks ago are slowly nearing what we have estimated to be their likely hatching date, and I have arranged to invite all my friends over at least once before we all go off to school so that they can see the guinea chicks while they're still in their baby-tribble stage, before they get all gangly (which they will, if their growth pattern is anything like that of chickens).
The HP AU is now sixteen chapters/ninety pages/a little over forty-six thousand words (not counting the chapter headers or the footnotes as words, natch). Which is about how long it should be, given where the story's gotten to. Unfortunately, the Irrelevant Shipfic has also grown. Alas. I've also done a couple more cliché-bingo-based fics; after branching out to some Merlin and some Warehouse 13, I backed up and wrote a few more Hellboy.
I also watched some more Jeremiah today. Even later in the overall arc, judging by the plots I saw - these ones were the episodes leading up to Libby's death-by-Samwise-Gamgee. (Okay, so actually it was somebody whose first name I never caught, and whose last name was Smith. The point is, when I see Sean Astin's face, my heart says, "SAM ♥♥♥♥♥".) I found myself quite liking Sam's one-sided conversations with God. However, this was countered by the weirdness of seeing Myka be evil, and the at-least-partial fail that was the whole storyline surrounding her death.
I could see the part where it was going to be one of those "female character's death happens, the point of it being mostly about the male character she was involved with, who is motivated by her Pieta-posed corpse to take revenge on her killer" things coming from about a mile away. I can honestly say that I wasn't expecting her to be evil until the two guys with guns came to lead her around into the church. Then it was fair odds that she was either going to be evil, or they were going to kill her in the course of trying to take her hostage because she was ~so important~ to Jeremiah, neither of which I was really looking forward to.
I did not like the choice to have her be involved with ... Bad Guy with Southern Accent, I forget his name. To me, that made her evilness seem to be at least partially equated with her sexual infidelity - an impression which was only enhanced by her conversation with Sam, which (again, to me) smacked of "Jeremiah loves you; how can you not see that that obligates you to love him back?!" I would much rather that she had chosen to work with Bad Guy with Southern Accent because she thought he was right, rather than because she was evil, too, and they were evilly in evil not-love-because-they're-evil with him.
Of course, I did like that Jeremiah and Kurdy were together again; I didn't see all of the episodes that aired today, but I got the impression that Jeremiah and Kurdy had had a falling-out, and this arc was part of putting them back together. However, if I had the choice, I would rather that Libby's storyline had not bugged me so much - that she had not been evil, not died, or even both. I have fic to give me Jeremiah/Kurdy, okay; you do not need to keep murdering or otherwise eliminating women on the show. They can have a strong friendship in canon even when there are women around.
I'm hoping to take a few pictures of stuff around my house - Cthulhu, maybe, and some of the views and landmarks, and maybe the house itself, so that I have something to show people at college who've never seen it. I have to remember to do that tomorrow. Also, if it keeps being this hot, I am going to melt. Please, please break, heat wave; if you do not rain like you're supposed to on Friday, weather, I am going to be very put out.
And I still cannot get over how much easier it is to find exactly the clothes I want in the men's section. I hate shopping in KMart, as I do in all the other enormous white fluorescent tombs that the 12A section of Lebanon has to offer, but it is far more tolerable when I can actually get hold of jeans that: fit me relatively comfortably; do not gather at the knee and flare around the foot, which I hate; have ACTUAL HAND-SIZED POCKETS, which is something I have not yet found in any pair of women's jeans I have ever tried on; are not low-rise or weirdly high-waisted or anything goofy; and have sizes in measurements that I can actually understand (first number's inches round the waist, second number's inches of length of inseam). My sister came with me to the dark side, and exclaimed in joy over the fact that men's jeans seem to effectively come in half-sizes - not only can you get a 32 waist and a 34 waist, but also a 33 waist. I came home with four more pairs of man-jeans, and a growing determination to crossdress for the rest of my life.
I saw Little One again, which strengthens my conviction that Little One is a very smart toad, as Calvin has killed another couple squirrels and disemboweled a vole since last time, and yet Little One lives blissfully on beneath the porch and remains untouched. The guinea eggs my mother got three weeks ago are slowly nearing what we have estimated to be their likely hatching date, and I have arranged to invite all my friends over at least once before we all go off to school so that they can see the guinea chicks while they're still in their baby-tribble stage, before they get all gangly (which they will, if their growth pattern is anything like that of chickens).
The HP AU is now sixteen chapters/ninety pages/a little over forty-six thousand words (not counting the chapter headers or the footnotes as words, natch). Which is about how long it should be, given where the story's gotten to. Unfortunately, the Irrelevant Shipfic has also grown. Alas. I've also done a couple more cliché-bingo-based fics; after branching out to some Merlin and some Warehouse 13, I backed up and wrote a few more Hellboy.
I also watched some more Jeremiah today. Even later in the overall arc, judging by the plots I saw - these ones were the episodes leading up to Libby's death-by-Samwise-Gamgee. (Okay, so actually it was somebody whose first name I never caught, and whose last name was Smith. The point is, when I see Sean Astin's face, my heart says, "SAM ♥♥♥♥♥".) I found myself quite liking Sam's one-sided conversations with God. However, this was countered by the weirdness of seeing Myka be evil, and the at-least-partial fail that was the whole storyline surrounding her death.
I could see the part where it was going to be one of those "female character's death happens, the point of it being mostly about the male character she was involved with, who is motivated by her Pieta-posed corpse to take revenge on her killer" things coming from about a mile away. I can honestly say that I wasn't expecting her to be evil until the two guys with guns came to lead her around into the church. Then it was fair odds that she was either going to be evil, or they were going to kill her in the course of trying to take her hostage because she was ~so important~ to Jeremiah, neither of which I was really looking forward to.
I did not like the choice to have her be involved with ... Bad Guy with Southern Accent, I forget his name. To me, that made her evilness seem to be at least partially equated with her sexual infidelity - an impression which was only enhanced by her conversation with Sam, which (again, to me) smacked of "Jeremiah loves you; how can you not see that that obligates you to love him back?!" I would much rather that she had chosen to work with Bad Guy with Southern Accent because she thought he was right, rather than because she was evil, too, and they were evilly in evil not-love-because-they're-evil with him.
Of course, I did like that Jeremiah and Kurdy were together again; I didn't see all of the episodes that aired today, but I got the impression that Jeremiah and Kurdy had had a falling-out, and this arc was part of putting them back together. However, if I had the choice, I would rather that Libby's storyline had not bugged me so much - that she had not been evil, not died, or even both. I have fic to give me Jeremiah/Kurdy, okay; you do not need to keep murdering or otherwise eliminating women on the show. They can have a strong friendship in canon even when there are women around.
I'm hoping to take a few pictures of stuff around my house - Cthulhu, maybe, and some of the views and landmarks, and maybe the house itself, so that I have something to show people at college who've never seen it. I have to remember to do that tomorrow. Also, if it keeps being this hot, I am going to melt. Please, please break, heat wave; if you do not rain like you're supposed to on Friday, weather, I am going to be very put out.
