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| 2007-09-08 13:51 |
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Or, all the things I've been meaning to post about for the last week or so.
Lifey stuff - somebody pointed out a cool online tool for daily goal keeping/tracking the other day, but what about long term stuff? I've managed to tick several things off my Giant List of Things To Do (get financial act together, find not-entirely-evil roommate, take art class), but have also added a couple more. These aren't stuff I need to do today, or this weekend, but over the next year or two. Anyone got any handy tools for these kinds of things? Or suggestions for how to track progress and/or ensure I actually make some progress to track?
I signed up for a beginning drawing class at city college. The course description said it was for anyone, even people who've never drawn before, so it's perfect for me. I've always wanted to be able to paint, but lamented the fact that I have zero talent at it, so I thought maybe this will give me a few of the skills at least. We're working in charcoal so far, and I'm doing... not so well. I'm already better than I was, but it's clear that everyone else in the class has at least some experience. The very first thing we're drawing is our own hands! Hands are hard, even for professionals - why does the prof thing we're anywhere near ready for hands? I'm lucky if mine look even vaguely hand-like, and this whole "contour lines" stuff I'm having a really hard time with. I think I'll do better when we get to shading - at least I hope so. Don't expect to see anything here though, at least not for a loooooong time.
In Kitten News Eddie (the new cat) has become Destructo the Wonder Kitten, at least when she's not being The Insanomatic Kitten of Skittishness. Really, most of the time when I reach for her, she runs away. I try to move slowly, and make sure she sees me, but she just skitters away from me. And she thinks the not-entirely-evil new roomie is both entirely-evil and a font of good-things-to-chew. Any suggestions for how I can help her calm down? Does St. John's Wort work on cats? Or do I need the kitty-equivalent of Xanax?
Fannish stuff - thanks to the aforementioned not-entirely-evil new roomie (for whom I really do need to come up with an amusing acronym) I recently got addicted to The 4400. Wow - what a great show! I love how things change over time - people come and go, switch sides, forget who they are, learn new things. Sure, there are logic holes you could drive several extra large Mack trucks through, but the character arcs are really well done.
Then there's the slash potential... I'm normally very happy going through life wearing my slash-colored glasses, seeing the slashy goodness inherent in just about any guy/guy interaction, but sometimes.... sometimes, even when I want to, I can't take them off. Ever have that problem?
Sadly, the slashiest relationship on the show is Kyle Baldwin (Chad Faust)/Tom Baldwin (Joel Gretsch - who's William Shatner's son-in-law, btw). OK, Kyle (and Chad, for that matter) just pings my gaydar like a huge neon sign, and he's slashy with everyone - his cousin Shawn, Jordan Collier, his cousin Eric - but it's absolutely blinding with Tom. His dad. Yeah. Dirtybadwrong, and not in the fun way like Sam/Dean. If you thought the first season of Dawson's Creek[1] was bad, when James Vanderwhoosis couldn't take his eyes off John Wesley Shipp (playing his dad)... that was nothing compared to the longing looks, inappropriate touches and lingering, no, clinging hugs between Tom and Kyle. Even the other characters notice it - several people refer to their relationship as "intense" or "intricate", with long, pregnant pauses before they find the right word. It was kind of amusing at first, but by the middle of season 3, it's just, yeah, no. Chad and Joel, you're both hot, and I'd pay good money to watch you go at it, but OMG please stop cruising each other in front of the cameras now!
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[1] I'd just like to make it perfectly clear that I've never actually watched Dawson's Creek (except a couple of the Jack-being-gay episodes), but even so, I heard about the James/John "connection".
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Meanwhile, on a different bat-channel, at a different bat-time, Who Wants To Be A Superhero! - again, entirely the fault of the aforementioned not-entirely-evil new roomie. Campy fun!
Loved it right up to the ending. Picking The Defuser really was just too obvious. Sure, he's almost picture perfect for a Marvel super-hero - white, middle-class guy who's so heroic he becomes a cop, then goes further to become a super-hero, blah blah blah boringcakes. Not only boring, but it's been done before. There's nothing new here, nothing different about this guy - just another bossy Republican father-figure plugging right into the Establishment to protect the status-quo. Hygena - did she even have a superpower? Or was she just there to say "see, ladies, even if you're a superhero, you're supposed to cook and clean for your menfolk..."? Shudder. Hyperstrike was at least something of an outsider - as circusfolk, he wasn't mainstream - he didn't follow the prescribed path. Plus he had a really nice ass. And much as I liked Parthenon, and would loved to have seen him win, what kind of super-hero slogan is "Bling is my thing!"? Really, I think that did kind of reflect a kind of self-centered outlook on his part, not something you want in a superhero. Whipsnap needed some therapy, but if she could have gotten over her issues, I think she and Defuser would have made a really great team. They would have balanced each other out.
Oh well, I guess that's why I'm not Stan Lee.
So, umm, I guess that's it? For now, at least.
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