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The TV retained its brokenness long enough to make me miss Burn Notice last week, which is wretched; and I really ought not to watch it online, because we keep exceeding our bandwidth allotment even without me watching TV online. But I'm guessing it'll be showing again this Thursday, before the next ep, so. I'll just sit here twitching 'til then.

But! It's fixed now, has been since Sunday, which means I got to watch last night's shows, at least.

The Event. )

H5000000000. )

Also, my sister and I went contradancing on Saturday, after I sawed some small trees down and gave myself a weird bruise on the shoulder; Sunday, I went over to her apartment for dinner, and made her watch Newsies despite her best efforts to escape. :D To be honest, I was half in love with that movie without ever having seen it, just because of all the stuff I read when I stumbled through the fandom back in the day, so she was pretty much doomed.

But now I should get back to pounding the outline of the next chapter of ItO into shape working on my NaNo filling some more cliché bingo prompts with Newsies work.
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Spent yesterday wearing a pair of kangas - possibly the right word for that is "doti", according to that particular page. It is entirely possible that I am being horrible and appropriative, but the elegant dress is ridiculously comfortable (when I tie it right, that is), so I am having some trouble convincing myself that maybe I ought to give it up. I stumbled across both of those pages while doing research for a fic, bibbled about for a few months, and then got myself down to the fabric store and bought a couple pieces of approximately the right dimensions - they probably don't qualify as "real" kangas in some sense, because they don't have the proverbs, or even the borders.

And then I spent the evening out contradancing with my sister - not in the kangas, I changed into some of the nice swirly skirts that I favor for contras. And no, when I say "some skirts", I'm neither exaggerating nor failing to pay attention to my word choice. At some point, I formed the peculiar habit of wearing three or four skirts at a time; I enjoyed the weight of them and the swish around my ankles. And now I literally can't wear just one skirt at a time - or I can, but I feel terribly uncomfortable, very underdressed. Like I only have underwear on, or something.

We managed to avoid Creepyface for the entire night - that is what I've dubbed this guy who's been at the last few dances we've been to. The last time, he asked my sister to dance, and then me, so we've gotten a pretty good idea of his M.O.: he asks a girl to dance and gives her a bit of a trial run before the dancing starts, to see how much spinning she can handle, and then dances with her. If she's not very good, it's a relatively ordinary dance; not very uncomfortable. If she's all right, though, then he pulls out all of the stops. During the course of a single dance, he: kept using the excuse of having to take hands four to twine our fingers together; spent even more time than a contra demands with his hand on the small of my back; and kept giving me this peculiar stare that I assume was supposed to be some kind of variant on a come-hither look.

People at contras are not generally creepers, despite the excuses of a decent amount of physical contact and eye contact (it helps keep you from getting dizzy when you swing somebody, if you look at their eyes the whole time). But this guy, man. Yikes.

I've been thinking about it since, and I'm pretty sure that contra's had a decent amount of influence on my perspective on certain issues. ) To me, a guy in a skirt - well, okay, he might be making a statement, but that statement is "I would make a great partner at a contradance, and also I am capable of appreciating the awesomeness that is a swirly skirt", and that's all.

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