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Not much has been going on this week so far.
I did want to note that I finished season 1 of Sons of Anarchy. It's good stuff so far; will probably use Season 2 as background noise for work tomorrow. Other than the end of one episode making me want to roll into a fetal ball around a bottle of vodka, I really enjoyed this season and am curious about the next bits. I think I made it clear how much I like Katey Sagal here, but really as the season wore on, I've come to really like the entire ensemble. Even the so called "bad guys" are interesting. And, well, it's motorcycle porn, and I'm very much Alma's daughter in that respect, lol.
It took half a century, but I think Ron Perlman's finally, well, grown into that lantern jaw of his. Course I've liked him since being a little kid sneaking episodes of Beauty and the Beast on Dad's TV when Mom wasn't paying attention.
Other than that, eh. Trying to head off a full blown depressive attack at the pass, and mostly failed at it today after waking up from a series of fun dreams where all of my personal failings were scripted and performed Vagina Monologues style on a dark stage by actors dressed up to look like people in my past, but you know, in that way that dream logic works so that they actually ARE the people in question but the omniscient dream narrator somehow clues you in that they're not SUPPOSED to be they're just supposed to be actors playing said people. (Hopefully not in the voice of Ron Howard though - my life and brain do not need to be taking cues from Arrested Development.) Yeah, anyway, the show ended with all of the "actors" standing in a semicircle, pointing and yelling at me. Subconscious, ye be weird and unhelpful. Anyway I woke up, and was down a die for the rest of the day. I mean I know I'm not a completely useless waste of oxygen, really. But it's hard enough not to feel like one even without that scintillating start to the day. :P
Anyway, it's past midnight, which means it's technically tomorrow. Hopefully we'll have a better day.
I did want to note that I finished season 1 of Sons of Anarchy. It's good stuff so far; will probably use Season 2 as background noise for work tomorrow. Other than the end of one episode making me want to roll into a fetal ball around a bottle of vodka, I really enjoyed this season and am curious about the next bits. I think I made it clear how much I like Katey Sagal here, but really as the season wore on, I've come to really like the entire ensemble. Even the so called "bad guys" are interesting. And, well, it's motorcycle porn, and I'm very much Alma's daughter in that respect, lol.
It took half a century, but I think Ron Perlman's finally, well, grown into that lantern jaw of his. Course I've liked him since being a little kid sneaking episodes of Beauty and the Beast on Dad's TV when Mom wasn't paying attention.
Other than that, eh. Trying to head off a full blown depressive attack at the pass, and mostly failed at it today after waking up from a series of fun dreams where all of my personal failings were scripted and performed Vagina Monologues style on a dark stage by actors dressed up to look like people in my past, but you know, in that way that dream logic works so that they actually ARE the people in question but the omniscient dream narrator somehow clues you in that they're not SUPPOSED to be they're just supposed to be actors playing said people. (Hopefully not in the voice of Ron Howard though - my life and brain do not need to be taking cues from Arrested Development.) Yeah, anyway, the show ended with all of the "actors" standing in a semicircle, pointing and yelling at me. Subconscious, ye be weird and unhelpful. Anyway I woke up, and was down a die for the rest of the day. I mean I know I'm not a completely useless waste of oxygen, really. But it's hard enough not to feel like one even without that scintillating start to the day. :P
Anyway, it's past midnight, which means it's technically tomorrow. Hopefully we'll have a better day.
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