because our shadows are holding hands.
Nov. 28th, 2011 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damkiannaPosting fail, ugh, but I hope everybody to whom it is relevant had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and that everybody more generally had a wonderful Thursday. I am thankful for so many things I could never list them all, so probably it's a good thing that I sort of missed the boat for attempting a long eloquent Thanksgiving post.
Having vacation was AWESOME, and yet, as vacations so often are, it was not long enough. But! I got a bunch of stuff done, if not everything I'd hoped to get done.
First:
50,217 / 50,000 words. 100.0% done!
\o/! I have no idea what I'm going to do with this thing, but there are WAY better odds than usual that I'm going to finish it, simply because I (still) somehow don't hate it. I mean, it's clunky and kind of awkward and there's probably continuity errors eeeeeeverywhere, but that's okay! I wrote a thing! \o/!
Second: I finished Infidel, the sequel to God's War. UM THAT WAS AWESOME. I'll admit that I was a little startled in the beginning - I had no idea at all where it was going to pick up after the end of the first book, but if I'd guessed, that far ahead with the characters having been separated so long would not have been the first possibility to cross my mind. D:
But! Inaya and Khos, omg, I am all DDDDDDD:DDDDDDD. On the one hand, I'm a little bit a sucker for misunderstandings that are gnarled up and fraught and uncomfortable, especially when there are matching understandings to be had in the end; but Inaya leeeeeeeft. :(((((((( But she left to kick ass and take names for shifters! :DDDDDDDD I didn't start either of these books expecting to like Inaya as much as I did by the end, and yet. INAYA.
And Rhys, ow. Ow. I cried like a leaky, leaky faucet over his daughters, that part was horrible and broke my heart. I'm glad his wife lived, at least, but that was brutal. And his gut expectation that Nyx would come for him - augh. Like a leaky, leaky faucet.
And NYX. NYX. I didn't actually think she was going to stay dead, but reading the part where she got killed was such a punch in the gut. D: I adore her beyond all possible reason. I can't even. And at the end! The train! Rhys's book of poetry! **wibble** I should stop pretending I can analyze these books at all, because I really can't. I am way too invested. ♥ The third one is probably going to wreck me.
And, speaking ofme crying emotional overinvestment, I also watched Sucker Punch. I care about Zack Snyder not even a little bit, and I have no idea whether he was trying to write what I ended up seeing in that movie, but it was amazing and awful and wretched and I don't even know where to start. I started crying when the radio fritzed and didn't stop for a good half-hour after the end, which is why it was actually really good that I watched this alone late at night.
Either I was reading things into this that weren't there, or most of the pro reviewers whose negative reviews I've read about this movie had no idea what they were watching. There was so much in there about women, women's pain and the sexualization thereof, how systematic oppression works and the ways you can and can't escape it and how much it costs even to try. It didn't say everything I wanted to hear, there would have had to be so much more Blondie and Amber and so much less Asian-level-is-Asian for that to happen; but it said a lot.
Fail in mind, the three levels thing was a neat conceptand sort of makes me want to cross this over with Inception. I can't remember whose reaction post mentioned this, but I definitely also LOVED that the girls never danced onscreen - we only saw them fight, because that was what they were actually doing the whole time, on every level. ♥ And Vera - part of the system, oppressing and oppressed, and just as trapped as the girls until the very end.
I loved Baby Doll not speaking through the beginning, metaphorically and literally voiceless until she met the girls. I loved Rocket, so sweet through everything; I was spoiled for her death but it still wrecked me. Amber was so badass and so fucking brave, and Blondie - so confident and totally flirting with Amber and then crying in the dance room, ugh, my heart. I don't even know how long it took me to realize it was Sweet Pea narrating, and everything they had to go through just to get her out - blargh, I am going to cry again. Broke my heart and only stitched it about halfway back together again.
And also I should not forget: I stayed up late one night and blew through Changes. ... I have hung on to this series through a lot of neckbeardism, okay, because I love Karrin Murphy more than I can possibl express, but what even was that. The only nice thing I have to say that is springing to mind here is: SUSAN AND MURPHY WITH THE SWORDS YES PLS. That is a mental image I am going to cling to for a loooooooong time. I would read about Susan and Murphy and Sanya as Knights of the Cross FOREVER. :D :D :D :D :D
That was about it, though. Susan does a lot of incredibly difficult shit and gives up her daughter (NOT JUST YOURS, HARRY, YOU ASSHAT) in order to keep her safe, and all you've got in response is BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? Step on a Lego forever, god. I thought I was going to tear my hair out. >:E Usually I like Harry okay if I read lightly, but I spent the vast majority of this one wanting to punch him in the face and pushing desperately past descriptions of boobs, because once you get through those there are a lot of awesome ladies in these books.
Unfortunately, this one ended with a really high quotient of manpain. Like, really high. Even for Harry Dresden, and that is a high bar right there. Harry murdered Susan: that was so unbelievably hard on Harry! ALL THE TEARS. Susan was pretty much right the whole time and Harry can't take care of Maggie: that is so hard on Harry! MORE OF THE TEARS IF THAT IS POSSIBLE. Blegh. By the end, seriously, I was pretty okay with Harry getting shot, and I can only hope that undead train runs him over a couple times. I still want to find out what happens, so I'm hoping this was just - a blip. A, like, four-hundred-page-long blip. D:
And now I am going to prep to watch as much of The Closer as possible before going to bed early, because the last thing I need right now is to get sick.
Having vacation was AWESOME, and yet, as vacations so often are, it was not long enough. But! I got a bunch of stuff done, if not everything I'd hoped to get done.
First:
\o/! I have no idea what I'm going to do with this thing, but there are WAY better odds than usual that I'm going to finish it, simply because I (still) somehow don't hate it. I mean, it's clunky and kind of awkward and there's probably continuity errors eeeeeeverywhere, but that's okay! I wrote a thing! \o/!
Second: I finished Infidel, the sequel to God's War. UM THAT WAS AWESOME. I'll admit that I was a little startled in the beginning - I had no idea at all where it was going to pick up after the end of the first book, but if I'd guessed, that far ahead with the characters having been separated so long would not have been the first possibility to cross my mind. D:
But! Inaya and Khos, omg, I am all DDDDDDD:DDDDDDD. On the one hand, I'm a little bit a sucker for misunderstandings that are gnarled up and fraught and uncomfortable, especially when there are matching understandings to be had in the end; but Inaya leeeeeeeft. :(((((((( But she left to kick ass and take names for shifters! :DDDDDDDD I didn't start either of these books expecting to like Inaya as much as I did by the end, and yet. INAYA.
And Rhys, ow. Ow. I cried like a leaky, leaky faucet over his daughters, that part was horrible and broke my heart. I'm glad his wife lived, at least, but that was brutal. And his gut expectation that Nyx would come for him - augh. Like a leaky, leaky faucet.
And NYX. NYX. I didn't actually think she was going to stay dead, but reading the part where she got killed was such a punch in the gut. D: I adore her beyond all possible reason. I can't even. And at the end! The train! Rhys's book of poetry! **wibble** I should stop pretending I can analyze these books at all, because I really can't. I am way too invested. ♥ The third one is probably going to wreck me.
And, speaking of
Either I was reading things into this that weren't there, or most of the pro reviewers whose negative reviews I've read about this movie had no idea what they were watching. There was so much in there about women, women's pain and the sexualization thereof, how systematic oppression works and the ways you can and can't escape it and how much it costs even to try. It didn't say everything I wanted to hear, there would have had to be so much more Blondie and Amber and so much less Asian-level-is-Asian for that to happen; but it said a lot.
Fail in mind, the three levels thing was a neat concept
I loved Baby Doll not speaking through the beginning, metaphorically and literally voiceless until she met the girls. I loved Rocket, so sweet through everything; I was spoiled for her death but it still wrecked me. Amber was so badass and so fucking brave, and Blondie - so confident and totally flirting with Amber and then crying in the dance room, ugh, my heart. I don't even know how long it took me to realize it was Sweet Pea narrating, and everything they had to go through just to get her out - blargh, I am going to cry again. Broke my heart and only stitched it about halfway back together again.
And also I should not forget: I stayed up late one night and blew through Changes. ... I have hung on to this series through a lot of neckbeardism, okay, because I love Karrin Murphy more than I can possibl express, but what even was that. The only nice thing I have to say that is springing to mind here is: SUSAN AND MURPHY WITH THE SWORDS YES PLS. That is a mental image I am going to cling to for a loooooooong time. I would read about Susan and Murphy and Sanya as Knights of the Cross FOREVER. :D :D :D :D :D
That was about it, though. Susan does a lot of incredibly difficult shit and gives up her daughter (NOT JUST YOURS, HARRY, YOU ASSHAT) in order to keep her safe, and all you've got in response is BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? Step on a Lego forever, god. I thought I was going to tear my hair out. >:E Usually I like Harry okay if I read lightly, but I spent the vast majority of this one wanting to punch him in the face and pushing desperately past descriptions of boobs, because once you get through those there are a lot of awesome ladies in these books.
Unfortunately, this one ended with a really high quotient of manpain. Like, really high. Even for Harry Dresden, and that is a high bar right there. Harry murdered Susan: that was so unbelievably hard on Harry! ALL THE TEARS. Susan was pretty much right the whole time and Harry can't take care of Maggie: that is so hard on Harry! MORE OF THE TEARS IF THAT IS POSSIBLE. Blegh. By the end, seriously, I was pretty okay with Harry getting shot, and I can only hope that undead train runs him over a couple times. I still want to find out what happens, so I'm hoping this was just - a blip. A, like, four-hundred-page-long blip. D:
And now I am going to prep to watch as much of The Closer as possible before going to bed early, because the last thing I need right now is to get sick.
