Staying off of my foot has been easier this weekend with Scott and Cordelia both home. It's still hard for me to ask for the things I need, but when I do, they're always willing to help out. Scott's actually learning what meds I take when. He's a little annoyed that I don't keep the bottles turned so that the names are visible. I just know where I keep everything. (I have turntable in one of the kitchen cupboards.)
Scott, Cordelia and I have to spend some time brainstorming things that Cordelia can prepare for dinner if Scott has to work late or otherwise can't cook. If we have leftovers, she'll be fine, but if we don't... Well. She's very resistant to the idea of handling raw meat. I'm also going to have to come up with ideas for lunches for the week after next. I think Cordelia's capable of making packaged mac 'n' cheese, and pre-cooked chicken patties are fairly easy. But that's only a couple of days. I need lunch for her for the six days when she's off school and Scott's not home.
We are going to have Easter dinner with Scott's sister's family and her husband's family (at his parents' house). It's nice that they're willing to include us, but I kind of wish we were going to stay home. The whole thing would be overwhelming without the difficulty of my foot. With that, it's really daunting. We're supposed to bring a loaf of bread (I'll have Cordelia make that and Scott cut it) and broccoli. I'm not sure how many people will be there. It might be as many as twenty. I like Scott's sister's in-laws fairly well. They're nice enough people, and we see them several times a year (Christmas, Easter, sometimes Mother's Day, Father's Day, Thanksgiving). They're closer to Cordelia than my parents are simply because they see her more. When I was pregnant with Cordelia, Scott's sister's mother-in-law hosted my baby shower.
Scott and Cordelia went out and got us all frosties last night. That was a nice treat.
Part of me still hasn't admitted that I'm not going to the library with Scott and Cordelia today. I know I'm not going. It would be foolish to go. I just find myself wanting to leave the house.
Normally, I'd shower today. Scott and I are still discussing how to manage me washing. We've talked about buying a stool that will fit in the tub and not be damaged by getting soaked. We've talked about me taking a bath instead of a shower. I suspect I'll end up taking a bath, but getting in and out of the tub will be nearly impossible even with Scott's help. There's just no way to do that without putting my full weight on each of my feet in turn. Scott's sister's mother-in-law suggested that I just not wash for the duration, but I don't think I could stand myself if I did that (not to mention that other people probably wouldn't want to be around me).
Cordelia seems to have had a good time at the Girl Scout thing yesterday. She hasn't told us much about it except that she enjoyed petting a baby goat and was grossed out by a cow with a hole in its stomach. She came home with a balloon animal that she promptly unknotted. She's been trying to whip the resulting very long balloon through the air and finding that it just won't move fast at all, no matter what she does.
I managed a little writing yesterday. I'm about halfway through a bridging scene on the way to the scene I really wanted to write, but I'm finding that there's necessary stuff in this scene, too. There's something that I think is going to happen that I'm not sure I want to have happen. It might make for more complications than I want to deal with, and I'm not completely sure it's in character. I'm not convinced it's not, though.
This is just the way the arithmetic of writing long stories works out: on a lot of the days you spend writing a long story, you are plugging away in the middle of something with the excitement of starting long behind you and no hope of ending. On a lot of those days it is not your favorite of the stories bouncing around in your head. On a lot of those days you don’t want to work on it, or you have lost all faith in it, or you darkly suspect no one wants to read it. (I’m not asking for reassurance here: I’m just saying, this is the inevitable way things go in my brain, over time.)
Some days are good, some days you have a clever idea or you are writing an exciting! big! thing! but a lot of days you’re kind of just plugging away—writing something necessary, or something that will turn out to be someone’s favorite bit six months from now, but on any given day when you’re writing a long story it’s just putting one foot in front of the other, laying down more words, sticking with the thing you’re writing in the faith that eventually you will come to the end of it and you will have produced a long story, because there is no other way for me to produce a long story.
...This slightly grim writing thought brought to you by the game of Steve/Bucky 2048 I just played, hoping it would let my brain rock-tumble its way toward some productive thoughts on any of the things I really need to work on today. Instead I had a really! important! insight! into the emotional arc of the A/B/O marriage of convenience fic I’m not writing. Thanks, brain, but I’m still going to have to work on a bunch of other things today instead of that.
I have, however been watching The 100, because I'm very weak for scifi shows, no matter how shitty, and this show is apparently right on the edge where on the one hand I roll my eyes through most of each episode (don't care about the parents' plot, don't care about the romantic plots, ESPECIALLY don't care about the love triangles, don't care about basically every white dude character, don't care for the standard issue CW racism) but on the other there's enough interesting stuff in there to make me keep watching (all the women! the mother-daughter relationships! the sometimes interesting/bold choices that are more "Lord of the Flies" than "Lost"! Bellamy!)
So, I'm in a weird place with this show because I think it's mostly blah and I'm only watching for very specific parts, and that probably means I'm going to be way out of step with the fandom? IDK I'm mostly having Avatar: The Last Airbender flashbacks where my enjoyment of that show stemmed from ENTIRELY DIFFERENT elements than the enjoyment of most of fandom, and it was not fun, and in large part it's because, I think, both shows are in a "genre" I'm not usually into and the tropes and conventions of which don't really work for me - children's/young adult entertainment. (I love stories about children and about teenagers, but I enjoy them with different tropes and conventions than what I usually see in media intended for children and teenagers.)
( spoilers up to 1x09 )
Is the novel finished? NO
Today’s question: When was your first flight on an airplane? If you remember, where did you go? Aside from it being your first plane trip, was there anything notable about it?
My answer: It was when I was five, and my sister and I got on a plane — unaccompanied! — to go visit my aunt in Northern California. If memory serves (and it might not) we flew from Ontario, CA to Sacramento. I remember nothing about the flight other than taking off and waiting for our bag when we landed. After that flight, I don’t think I got on a plane again until I went off to college. These days, of course, I’m on planes all the time, including today, when I’m off to Australia.
Your first time?
MCU college AU, where hard-of-hearing!Clint and child-of-Deaf-adult!Natasha who have been best friends for years take Deaf Culture as a blow-off class and meet tiny, angry hard-of-hearing!Steve who has spent so long demanding that his disability(/ies, probably) should make no difference to anyone that he's just now finally dipping his toe into learning ASL and learning about Deaf culture.
I cannot decide if I am actually writing this or not but I'm entertaining myself on and off by playing it out in my head. It makes me smile.
When the Philistines captured the ark of God, they brought it from Ebenezer to Ashdod; then the Philistines took the ark of God and brought it into the house of Dagon and placed it beside Dagon.
When the people of Ashdod rose early the next day, there was Dagon, fallen on his face to the ground before the ark of the Lord. So they took Dagon and put him back in his place.
But when they rose early on the next morning, Dagon had fallen on his face to the ground before the ark of the Lord, and the head of Dagon and both his hands were lying cut off upon the threshold; only the trunk of Dagon was left to him.
This is why the priests of Dagon and all who enter the house of Dagon do not step on the threshold of Dagon in Ashdod to this day.
In the end it was TV writer/producer J.J. Abrams, then best known for Felicity and Alias, who assumed control of this third film and successfully brought it to the screen. It was his spy series Alias that proved excellent training for directing his first feature film, and indeed M:I3 resembles that series rather closely. It begins in media res, pushes the action very rapidly to an emotional crisis, and then jumps back several days to reveal the events that led there. In between there's plenty of running around, shooting at people, racing in cars and all of the other action ones expects from a solid espionage thriller.
It also features Philip Seymour Hoffman as the villain, and therein lies its masterstroke.
Hoffman was one of Hollywood's best actors, delivering consistently outstanding performances no matter what the project. He made any film he was in a must-see, and to be completely honest this was no exception. M:I3 is a quantum leap in quality beyond its predecessors, and its success is in large part due to Hoffman's arresting, oddly laconic performance as international weapons trader Owen Davian.
Elsewhere the film shows enormous improvements. Ethan Hunt is given a private life and a fiancée, and as a result more depth and dimension than he was afforded in both of his previous films put together. Michelle Monaghan is likeable as his fiancée Julia, who manages to both be unaware of Hunt's double life in a believable fashion and also able to take control of her own situation during the film's climax.
There's an honest-to-god IMF team working here as well, with Ving Rhames returning as Luther Stickell alongside new colleagues Declan (Jonathan Rhys Meters) and Zhen (Maggie Q). They feel like a team, and their operations - particularly a kidnapping staged inside the Vatican - have an authentic feel of the original Mission: Impossible TV series. For the first time these characters actually get to share scenes and dialogue when Hunt isn't there, raising them from supporting players to fully-fledged characters in their own right. Other supporting performances by the likes of Laurence Fishburne, Simon Pegg, Eddie Marsan and Billy Crudup are strong and well integrated.
The action in the film is innovatively staged and widely varied. Not only is J.J. Abrams skilled at knowing how to best present the action, he's unusually skilled at knowing when the action isn't needed at all. One sequence set in Shanghai focuses on Hunt infiltrating a secure skyscraper and stealing a cannister at Davian's behest. We see him enter the building, but we don't see him again until he's leaving under heavy gunfire: what happens in between is kind of irrelevant to the narrative, and Abrams is smart enough to know it.
Abrams is just as clever when it comes to 'the rabbit's foot', the MacGuffin that both Hunt and Davian pursue throughout the film. It's clearly some kind of weapon, or biological agent, but neither we nor Hunt ever find out what it is. We don't need to know, and Abrams knows this: keeping it a secret even through the denouement is making an enormous amount of fun out of genre conventions.
Sadly I think M:I3's quality went partially overlooked by audiences and critics, simply because it was the third film in a series. It's a quantum leap above its predecessors, and a wonderfully enjoyable film in its own right. It seemed odd at the time, getting a third film after a break of six years. By the time the credits were rolling I was desperate to see a fourth.
For about an hour we thought it was THIS May, in two months May. And the part of my brain that wants to cry with wanderlust shut up for an hour at the thought of being somewhere I've never been in two months, in a whole other state for a little while.
And now its fuckinng deafening, because it's gonna be a whole year before I get to get it out of my system.
I really hope moving shuts the wanderlust up because I am going to either cry or scream or hop on a bus to get it to stop soon.
That seems like a reasonable way to check, but a bunch of hassle. Is it common?
I'm also very frustrated the emails they send you don't seem clear when or why you have to do this... last time, IIRC it said "do this and this card will be verified and you will be able to make future purchases with this card without delay" and I put it off because it was weird, and I got the order anyway, and apparently they did mean _future_ purchases. This time, the same thing happened, and then I get an email saying "your order is about to be cancelled if you don't verify your card".
It just seems odd that the process of buying something isn't EXTREMELY CLEAR about what you actually need to do, without "well, maybe you need to do this, and maybe not, and you need to wait a few days first so it appears on your statement, but we leave it up to you..."??
The conservatives won on promised that seemed to be mostly on improving services in Sydney. Because we all know Sydney is New South Wales and all the areas outside Sydney is just... outside.
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2015-02-10:
"Tell them measles contain gluten," the suggestion is made. "They'll line up around the block." -- Tabatha Southey, musing on ways to convince anti-vaxxers to get immunized.
(submitted to the mailing list by Rob Wood)