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damkiannaWhoo, I've got some catching up to do.
Weekend before last, we finally managed to organize ourselves withoutdaemonelix's help, and went to visit the John Milton Hays Estate, aka The Fells, and go swimming. (By "we", here, I mean me, J, K, and Ka; daemonelix and Q were both sadly too far away to meet up easily.) It was utterly beautiful, I have never seen such rhododendrons, and there were lovely little nooks and places tucked away in the gardens. I probably could have spent a lot longer there than we did.
We also took the house tour, which isn't really my thing but was still kind of cool. My favorite part was the display room downstairs where we waited around for the tour to start - there was a photocopy of an old newspaper on the wall, and beneath the article about Roosevelt killing a boar that was probably supposed to be the point, there was my favorite headline ever: STABBED IN THE FACE. Exactly like that, all caps and everything. (According to the article, the stabbee survived and was fine, so I do not feel completely guilty for finding this hilarious.)
It was pretty hot, so we went swimming after; this would be where the failure to communicate comes into play. I get spoiled, I think, by the internet, or at least the chunk of it that I hang out in. I get used to the idea that strangers whose names I don't know will nevertheless understand my perspectives and the way I think, and it makes it even more of a slap in the face when one of my RL friends calls a girl a name just for existing nearby and then doesn't understand why it bothers me. Breaking news: if you don't know anything about a girl and you call her names and mock her behavior because you're making assumptions, that is, in fact, judgmental! It is not evidence that you "just don't care [either way]", particularly when you say nothing about the boys next to her! RRGH.
Last weekend, by contrast, was much less exciting; with the weight of my guilt lifted, I could go kayaking with my mother with a totally clear conscience. Technically, we also went last last weekend, but we picked a rather boring lake, with nothing to recommend it but two unexpected loons going fishing. Last weekend was way better - little peninsulas with nooks and crannies, fish and frogs and a great blue heron, and some really lovely water lilies.
But! I have also been watching TV.
YAY CAPTAIN RAYDOR. Ugh I love her so much, and I love the prickly awesomeness of her relationship with Brenda, especially juxtaposed with whatever the hell is going on with Pope - that conversation where she was doing her best to help Brenda get a clue was so great. I like the audit plotline no matter what because CAPTAIN RAYDOR, but I have to admit that even if it is legally unrealistic, I'm sort of glad there's some kind of followup from the end of last season. I get it, dude was horrible, but knowingly leaving him to be murdered isn't exactly the high road; that ending creeped the shit out of me. D:
I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to the next ep. I adore Flynn and Provenza, but it's easy for the writers to kind of overdo their wacky shenanigans. If there's more Captain Raydor, though, I will probably be okay with it.
I have never seen any crime show pull off a fertility clinic episode in a way that didn't make me want to cringe, and Rizzoli & Isles unfortunately did not manage to buck that trend. Every scene where they weren't talking about the crime, I loved - the spa stuff ("Did you just shush me?"), Rizzoli's mother, the yard sale, Jett Jackson and thedoll action figure. But it felt like they spent way more time on the baby and his biological origin and omg who was going to take care of him??? than they did on, you know, HIS MURDERED MOTHER. Yes, the solution to the murder went hand-in-hand with figuring out exactly who the baby's biological mother was; but it felt to me like they found that information because they were chasing the finding-baby's-mother angle, not the solving-the-goddamn-murder angle, and I find that disturbing.
Last week's, in retrospect, bothered me far less - Rizzoli's speech was pretty adorable, and they managed to give the other medal recipient a conversation that at least touched briefly on non-male topics before they blew her up. And, IIRC, that investigation was much more focused.
I'm still going to watch, because Rizzoli and Isles still make me happy, I ship it like whoa, and I maybe have a weakness for crime shows and in this one no matter how many women they kill Rizzoli and Isles are still going to be there. But this week was not very much fun for me. At least they probably won't do a second fertility clinic ep?
I have not seen HPDH.2, because I am still pretty sure I'm going to cry like a baby; but I may have to do it just for Neville and Luna. (No epic HP fic until ItOverse is finished, self!) Also, The Daily Show: I had no idea Daniel Radcliffe was so awesome. I cannot get used to his face with no Harry!glasses, though.
Weekend before last, we finally managed to organize ourselves without
daemonelix's help, and went to visit the John Milton Hays Estate, aka The Fells, and go swimming. (By "we", here, I mean me, J, K, and Ka; daemonelix and Q were both sadly too far away to meet up easily.) It was utterly beautiful, I have never seen such rhododendrons, and there were lovely little nooks and places tucked away in the gardens. I probably could have spent a lot longer there than we did.We also took the house tour, which isn't really my thing but was still kind of cool. My favorite part was the display room downstairs where we waited around for the tour to start - there was a photocopy of an old newspaper on the wall, and beneath the article about Roosevelt killing a boar that was probably supposed to be the point, there was my favorite headline ever: STABBED IN THE FACE. Exactly like that, all caps and everything. (According to the article, the stabbee survived and was fine, so I do not feel completely guilty for finding this hilarious.)
It was pretty hot, so we went swimming after; this would be where the failure to communicate comes into play. I get spoiled, I think, by the internet, or at least the chunk of it that I hang out in. I get used to the idea that strangers whose names I don't know will nevertheless understand my perspectives and the way I think, and it makes it even more of a slap in the face when one of my RL friends calls a girl a name just for existing nearby and then doesn't understand why it bothers me. Breaking news: if you don't know anything about a girl and you call her names and mock her behavior because you're making assumptions, that is, in fact, judgmental! It is not evidence that you "just don't care [either way]", particularly when you say nothing about the boys next to her! RRGH.
Last weekend, by contrast, was much less exciting; with the weight of my guilt lifted, I could go kayaking with my mother with a totally clear conscience. Technically, we also went last last weekend, but we picked a rather boring lake, with nothing to recommend it but two unexpected loons going fishing. Last weekend was way better - little peninsulas with nooks and crannies, fish and frogs and a great blue heron, and some really lovely water lilies.
But! I have also been watching TV.
YAY CAPTAIN RAYDOR. Ugh I love her so much, and I love the prickly awesomeness of her relationship with Brenda, especially juxtaposed with whatever the hell is going on with Pope - that conversation where she was doing her best to help Brenda get a clue was so great. I like the audit plotline no matter what because CAPTAIN RAYDOR, but I have to admit that even if it is legally unrealistic, I'm sort of glad there's some kind of followup from the end of last season. I get it, dude was horrible, but knowingly leaving him to be murdered isn't exactly the high road; that ending creeped the shit out of me. D:
I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to the next ep. I adore Flynn and Provenza, but it's easy for the writers to kind of overdo their wacky shenanigans. If there's more Captain Raydor, though, I will probably be okay with it.
I have never seen any crime show pull off a fertility clinic episode in a way that didn't make me want to cringe, and Rizzoli & Isles unfortunately did not manage to buck that trend. Every scene where they weren't talking about the crime, I loved - the spa stuff ("Did you just shush me?"), Rizzoli's mother, the yard sale, Jett Jackson and the
Last week's, in retrospect, bothered me far less - Rizzoli's speech was pretty adorable, and they managed to give the other medal recipient a conversation that at least touched briefly on non-male topics before they blew her up. And, IIRC, that investigation was much more focused.
I'm still going to watch, because Rizzoli and Isles still make me happy, I ship it like whoa, and I maybe have a weakness for crime shows and in this one no matter how many women they kill Rizzoli and Isles are still going to be there. But this week was not very much fun for me. At least they probably won't do a second fertility clinic ep?
I have not seen HPDH.2, because I am still pretty sure I'm going to cry like a baby; but I may have to do it just for Neville and Luna. (No epic HP fic until ItOverse is finished, self!) Also, The Daily Show: I had no idea Daniel Radcliffe was so awesome. I cannot get used to his face with no Harry!glasses, though.
