eilonwy2017: (Damaged)
Blech. Since Sunday morning, the awful mind-numbing brain fog that comes with a sinus infection has lifted, although there's still some sinus pressure and I currently have a headache. I lost my voice most of the way on Sunday as well, which was excellent timing as I was in rehearsal for The Second Shepherd's Play, a task I've more and more come to view with displeasure. (Speaking of which, [livejournal.com profile] magelette, you still on for sending me some wenchy clothes to borrow?)

Being ill has given me ample time, however, to view much visual entertainment (which is to say: movies and tv shows.)

My Watch Every Sean Bean Movie (and catalog how he dies) Plan has hit a major snag, however, I started to watch Far North the other night. I chose this one for several reasons: 1. I hadn't seen it, 2. it only has 3 major characters in it, leading me to believe there would be ample Sean Bean screen time, and most importantly 3. it was available via Netflix's instant downloads and I was out of new movies to watch at the time.

However, I only got roughly 3 minutes into said film because the first thing the first character does is pull out a giant knife and -- well, I stopped the movie but it was pretty clear she was about to slit the throat of a dog. So, yeah, I can't watch that one... maybe I'll manage it in the future if I fast forward past that part, but... probably not.

Flightplan, however, was a fairly entertaining movie-- an enjoyable example of its genre. I had my doubts during the opening, but once the story actually got to the plane, it was good. I even didn't mind that they played the "is she crazy?!" angle because it wasn't done up as a twist (ala Shutter Island, ugh), or used as an answer (ala My Bloody Valentine.) On the Sean Bean angle, there clearly wasn't enough Sean Bean, but what there was was enjoyable.

The only broadcast tv I've watched was Make it or Break it last night, and it played very much like the episode-before-the-finale of a serial tv show, if that makes sense. In other words, it was all set up to make next week's finale as tense and as intense as possible. So, whatevs. (Then again, no episode is going to stand up to the one from 3 weeks ago in which Kelly Parker got chalk in the face, and Sasha punched Marty.

(I have no qualms about spilling spoilers here because a. it was from several weeks ago and b. I'm 98% sure that no one on my friends list watches the show. I didn't even know it existed until Flurry insisted that I watch some of it. It's weirdly addicting, and not just because the actor who plays Sasha is both hot and has a sexy accent.)

I have been using Netflix, however, a great deal, particularly the Instant Queue.

Last week I rewatched North and South (the BBC miniseries about the industrialization of England based on the novel by Elizabeth Gaskell, not the American miniseries about the Civil War.) The first time I'd seen it was because Richard Armitage was in it-- and I'd just seen him for the first time on the BBC series Robin Hood. This time I watched it because it's a really good miniseries. I then promptly went to the university library and took out the book. (This was, surprisingly, more difficult than one would assume. While the ASU libraries (of which there are several) apparently own about 10 copies between them, all but one were checked out from the main library, and that one was missing from the shelves when I got there. However, I discovered that for some reason the multi-volume set of the Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell don't come up when you search for the individual works (which is odd-- as other collected works certainly do), so I managed to find a copy within volume 4. Irritatingly, however, a previous reader has underlined many passages (inexplicable ones in some cases) and made absolutely imbecilic marginalia notes-- usually insipid and often wrong. I know I should just ignore them, especially as deciphering the handwriting takes me out of the story-- but I've never gotten the hang of ignoring marginalia (or footnotes. Which has nothing to do with this rant.) Oh well.

I then rewatched Wives and Daughters, also a BBC miniseries based on a(n incomplete) novel by Elizabeth Gaskell. This, too, I'd seen before. This one, however, while still good, just doesn't bear up to a second watching as well as North and South does (and again, this is not just due to the presence of Richard Armitage in the former...) This means that when I get a little cash (some day...) I'll buy myself North and South on DVD and not worry about getting the whole Elizabeth Gaskell Collection. Particularly since the third miniseries on the collection is Cranford which I enjoyed watching the first time, but haven't had any impulse to rewatch. (The collection is only twice the price of one miniseries, you see, but still too expensive to buy on a whim. But now that I've decided I don't need the collection, it'll be easier to afford just North and South.)

Have I mentioned that I have a pounding headache? Well, I do. And I choose to blame that for the babbling I'm doing here.

I have also been watching a great deal of MI-5 (or, for my British readers, Spooks.) I'd caught bits of it on BBC America back when I was watching series one of Robin Hood (see above re: Richard Armitage, but actually that was a cast that was entirely comprised of sexy Brits, not just Armitage alone.) And I'd found it interesting then. But upon checking imdb to see what else Richard Armitage was in, I discovered that he was (is?) in series 7 and 8 of MI-5. I've very much been enjoying series 1 and 2 of the show, and series 7 is now on my Netflix queue (as it's only on DVD, not instant). I don't know that I'll watch all of the intervening series as I understand that Tom Quinn (the main character from series 1 and 2) is not on after series 3. So I may watch 'til his character leaves, then start back up with series 7. We'll see... (And apparently series 8 isn't available via Netflix-- any Brits watch this show and know if it's currently on, or recently finished or what?)

(I may have to rewatch the Keira Knightley version of Pride and Prejudice as apparently the actor who plays Tom on MI-5 was Mr Darcy.)

Speaking of Richard Armitage, I also watched the Macbeth episode of Shakespeare Retold as he played the Macduff character. Also, I'd been told by several Shakespeareans that the series was very good and that Macbeth was the best of them. It was quite good. It had some issues (both as a retelling of Shakespeare and as its own piece) but nothing too bad. It had some great moments, too, some very nice modernizations.

However, I blame it for the wacky dream I had in which everyone wanted to ride a roller coaster called the Macbeth (why was it called that? why were we riding roller coasters? No clue.) But every time someone said the name of the ride, it was said the way Paul Gross says MacBETH? in series (season?*) 2 of Slings and Arrows. This meant that I simply had to bring up Macbeth in some fashion while hanging out with Flurry so that I could say MacBETH? over and over. Naturally.

(Apropos of very little, last night I dreamt of TastyKakes.)

So. Yeah. I need to get over this sinus problem mess so that I can start thinking about something other than telly again. (Namely, my dissertation.)

I'm looking forward to watching the series premier of Parenthood tonight.

I saw Shutter Island on opening weekend and hated it.

I've crocheted 5.5 sheep while watching all of the above. (They're for my Second Shepherd's Play castmates. There, uh, will be 6 total, I'm not stopping with that .5.)

I've played with Sculpey a lot in the past two days, too, and made some accessories for the Yarn!Chesters. (One of the nice things about watching things on my computer-- which I rarely do-- is that I can sit at my desk and work on things like Sculpey. It's not nearly as comfortable as on my couch, of course, but then I don't play with sculpey on my couch, do I?)

While looking at pictures for the accessories, it reminded me of how awesome seasons 1 and 2 of Supernatural are, so I may be beginning a rewatch of that eventually soonish. Or something. :)

All right, this already ridiculously long and pointless entry is rapidly devolving, so I'm going to stop now. You'll probably be relieved to know that I'll be back in classes and such tomorrow. I'm not at 100% health-- well, not even 100% for me health-- but well enough. My throat only hurts a wee bit, and then only when I cough. I have coughing fits, but it's not all the time My nose is mostly clear, the pressure's mostly gone. The only major issue left is that my ears are still closed. Very frustrating. :P But hardly an excuse to keep from teaching/going for ice cream with Heather/going to a presentation on "Virtual Reconstructions of History." This last I don't particularly feel up to doing, but it could prove useful for my diss. Yay.

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*Do Canadians use "season" or "series"?

Moody

Aug. 19th, 2009 08:48 pm
eilonwy2017: (Cranky Kitty)
I'm in an inexplicably bad mood. I've had a nap, I've remembered to eat. Nothing bad has happened. So what the hell?

Grrrrrr. So very gretsy. Rrrrrr.

I need something really good to happen one of these days soon.

(Shakespeare Bulletin looks like it's going to be delayed thanks to Laurence Fishburne. Yes, really. So even my go-to good thing isn't good at the moment.)

I don't have enough "angry music." I have to settle for not-angry because I'm not in the mood for NIN. (Yes, my "angry music" is cliched.)
eilonwy2017: (Crazy: CM Diana Reid)
I live in an apartment full of clutter. That's just the way it is. Someday I hope to change that, but I don't actually see it happening. (It wasn't so bad when I lived in W'boro-- it was a bigger apartment, and I had room just for my crafts. That helped a lot. I miss that apartment a lot. I never should have moved to the S'ton one for my last year in VA. Oh well. But maybe when I actually have space again I shan't be quite so cluttered.) I've solved the question of always losing my keys by installing a hook by the door (started this in college already.)

Because the cell phone makes noise and because I usually have it somewhere close I don't tend to lose that too often. (Lost it more when I still had a landline.)

But scissors, no matter how many pairs I own, I am constantly misplacing them all. And when I look for a pair, I never find the pair I expect to find. At present I actually know where two sets are, but only because I was looking for something else.

Weirdly enough, the other thing I constantly lose? My pin cushion. How weird is that? This was made worse when Foster-Kitten!Dean still lived here because he had a penchant for stealing it. However, my three kitties don't have any particular fondness for it, so losing it is all me. I have no idea where it is just now. (This is irritating as I use it to mark amigurumi hairlines and attach outerwear before sewing it on. I am currently at the point wehre I shall be sewing arms and then hair onto ami!Dean (2.1).)

Le sigh.

When I'm not careful to keep my hairbrush in my bathroom (such as when I lived with other people), I 'd lose that all the time, too. Then I'd go around singing, "Wheeeeeeere is my hairbrush?" which is doubly weird since I've never actually seen Veggie Tales.

What do you lose?

Edit T Add: Oh hey look, my pin cushion. In the bag o' amigurumi parts and various implements. Where it belongs. Where I swear I checked three times before. Oh well.
eilonwy2017: (Yarn!Chesters)
Growing up my parents both worked full time (once I was in school-- I vaguely remember my mom being home but working nights when I was in kindergarten, but I could be wrong.) At some points they worked more than full time-- my mom went to night school for 12 years in order to get her bachelor's. I say this not to be all "woe is me" because I don't feel that way at all-- evenings and weekends were family time and my parents were far more involved than many of my friends' parents. My point, however, is that I did spend a great deal of time in day care. This was, for me, a good thing-- I have no siblings and I lived in a rural enough neighborhood that the few houses around us weren't enough to have any kids either. So I went to a relatively large day care from about first grade through third. That day care then changed its regulations so that I was suddenly too old for it, so I went to a very small one just down the street instead.

This second one was run out of a woman's home. At the height of her babysitting/day care career (at least in so far as I was involved) she had a grand total of 7 children. When I started, there were 2 besides myself (a sibling pair with a younger boy who has set the bar for brattiness in my life. Seriously, I still judge people's obnoxiousness against this kid.) Because it was run out of her home the toys and things were bought from yard sales and thrift stores rather than donated/purchased through various educational toy companies. This meant that in the summertime, when the kids were all at the daycare all day (instead of in school), we'd occasionally go to yard sales, sometimes after spending the afternoon at the pool or whatever. Since most yard sales are on Saturdays, this couldn't have been too often, but I recall it happening. Once in a while the woman who cared for us would give us a few cents and let us buy something for ourselves, but mostly we were there to look for stuff for the day care in general.

I remember the day we bought He-Man's Castle Greyskull was a very Big Day.

But we weren't immediatley allowed to play with what was purchased. I recall this seeming very unfair at the time.

She wanted to clean it. Us kids thought the toys were plenty clean enough.

Now? Now I understand.

I just opened up the plastic bag o' plastic stuff which I purchased for 98cents at the thrift store last week.

Ew.

I have soaked the toys in hot water, with bleach in. I have scrubbed at them with an old toothbrush. I have seen dirt that scares me-- is it mud? dirt? mold? poo?? I have scrubbed and soaked some more. The toys are soaking still.

Good thing I didn't have any immediate plans for these things.

I think I shall thrift again on Thursday. There are two Goodwills down on Guadalupe, the next major east/west street below where I live. I might, however, bring gloves to wear even as I shop.
eilonwy2017: (McSqueaky)
I just found out that the same kind of Trojan Blasting Caps boxes that I use to hold the Yarn!Chester accessories recently sold at auction for $70 each.

Um. Hee? Only the best for my Yarn!Chesters! Or something. ...maybe I should take better care of these boxes... (Then again, when I expressed my guilt at taking two from my grandparents' house, my dad pointed out that auctions are weird things and when the bag of these boxes (there's still a bunch in the basement) go for auction next month, they'll probably for $5 each instead. Darn, there go my hopes for financing my MANY 2010 trips via Trojan Blasting Cap boxes, heh.)

When the auctioneer saw the boxes, his first question was, "Those are empty, right?" And y'know, in my granparents' house? That's actually a good question. But yes, they're all empty.... as far as I know. Mine were at least.

I haven't left the country since 2005 when I went on a cruise with my parents and pseudo-family. Now I'm trying to leave it 3 times in 2010. I'm trying to go to London in May, my parents are talking about Germany (!!) in July (for the Oberammergau) and Vancouver in August. I... have no idea how any of that is going to happen. But we shall see...

I'm procrastinating. I need to figure out what to teach tomorrow (no idea) and how (that requires the what first). And I'm trying to convince myself to type up this letter that's been hanging over my head for aaaaages now. Lost most of my evening, though, between a long chat with my parents (they were too tired yesterday for our traditional Sunday night talk) and a flotilla attack on Puzzle Pirates. Oops. Didn't help that it took me all afternoon to comment on student drafts. Whee. Is the summer session over yet?

(I've also been compulsively checking for comments on my Yarn!Chester entry from today.)

Tomorrow I should be able to come straight home, though, after class. So that's good. Oh crud, no I can't. There's a Winter's Tale discussion at 1. Poo.

Oh! I'm kitty-sitting this weekend! This is relevant because it's for former-foster-kitten Malcolm! Woot! (And, of course, his brother Fritz.) I haven't seen Malcolm pretty much since adopting him out, so this makes me happy. Evidently he is now huge. There will be pictures.

(Dean's going to be big. And via late growth spurt, Zoe turned out big, too. I'm guessing Sam got big. We grow our feral kittens big 'round these parts. Except that I think Zadie and Dolce are staying small. Not sure about Momo/Iso, although I did hear recently that he's doing well. Beatrice isn't *big* but she's loooong. Also, rather angry at present because her house has been invaded by 2 more cats (staying for a few weeks.))

Bloody hell, that !@#$@! letter should *not* have taken me so long to write. I finally give up and have printed it. The package goes out tomorrow. Harumph. It's all taped up. ::firm nod::

Class tomorrow is... going to be figured out in the morning, I think. Not the healthiest perspective, but what the hey. Well, I'll update files yet tonight.

Now I have to read/recap/review a chapter of Bone Key as I have run out of buffer chapters. Wheee.
eilonwy2017: (Some days)
..on this fine Monday afternoon.

Grumph. Woke up late-- again. Very late. Sigh. Guess I really will have to call the doctor-- tomorrow.

I'm about to go work out for the first time in months. Do.Not.Want. But sort of do, too. I mean, I don't want to actually be working out (ugh) but I think I'll feel better for having done it. Then I shall do so again on Wednesday (I don't think timing will work tomorrow), and again on Thursday and/or Friday, and hopefully I will get into a pattern as I tried to do a few months ago. (I fell out of said pattern when I went home to PA for a few days, and never got back on.)

Other exciting things I'll do today: pay rent, clean kitchen, do dishes, call grandparents, call parents, read Richard II. I am one exciting party girl. Non stop excitement in the Eilonwy Spackledust household, let me tell you.

I have SPN metas brewing, both about The Greater Good and one that's more of a rant about what Sam was up to all season 4. If either turn out well, I'll post them to heavy-meta. I'm hoping to be thinking about something other than SPN while working out, but hey, whatever gets me through the mind-numbing tedium of a work-out, eh?

(One of my friends posted some things that got me thinking about where I am, and whether I'm using fandom as sort of a substitute life. And I figure, if I'm going to substitute something for having a real life, it probably ought to be, oh, I dunno, my grad studies. :) I'm not leaving fandom, I'm not leaving SPN, I'm not not making Yarn!Chesters-- I'm just seeking balance. That's sort of my life's mantra ('cause I'm terrible at it) and I needed a reminder, I guess. That's not unusual with me-- I am obsessive about things, be they entertainment or whatever. (Last summer it was spinning.) And this is the time of year when I need the reminder (summer, when I don't have a fixed schedule.) It's good. And trust me, you couldn't (currently) pry me out of the SPN fandom with a crowbar.

Tomorrow I have lunch plans with Heather, then the Richard II discussion group. Afterward, potentially more season 1 SPN because [livejournal.com profile] flurije is leaving town for a bit starting Wednesday. My schedule is open starting Wednesday, but I'm going to try to focus more on my dissertation bibliography (balance!) and such. It'll be good. I can do this. :) (I can do this better if a doctor can cure my need for 12-14 hours of sleep per night... ugh. Dear Self: Call the friggin' doctor tomorrow. I know you don't want to, but do it anyway.)

So. There you go.

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