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[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick sent me this mashup:


Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] daasgrrl, I'm adding London Spy to my watchlist for my convalescence.


Today's Tumblr collection is Tuesday, November 17: Raccoons. Fact: The word "raccoons" is difficult to type, much less to type 30+ times. I kept putting "raccooons" as the tag.
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I actually, literally, honestly, started crying at my desk.

[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick totally wins Best Partner Ever forever.

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For those of you wanting more takes on Crimson Peak, may I offer two favorable and lovely reviews, one is from local horror notable [livejournal.com profile] orrin and the other is from [livejournal.com profile] beren_writes.

And here's something for all my friends who I know want another Joss Whedon smackdown critique.

[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick bravely listened to Act 2 of Hamilton with me last night. About a third of the way through he asked "is this just a continuing trainwreck until the end?" and I said yeah, pretty much but he kept listening and agreed that even though it's sad it's also very very good.

I'm not going to say I looked up if orchestra pit seats are still available during our Spring Break but orchestra pit seats are totally still available during our Spring Break. Not cheap. BUT AVAILABLE.

Can we talk for a moment ([livejournal.com profile] curieuse, I'm looking at you) about the stylistic differences between King George's song (click the play option at the top) and the rest of the score and how that corresponds to the completely-different-from-everything-else tone of King Herod's song in Jesus Christ Superstar and how might that be intentionally referential? I hope so. I know LMM is a huge musical theater nerd I really want this not to be coincidence.

ETA: found on the toast, this Hamilton analysis/review from Talib Kweli.
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There's not a person who knows me who'll be surprised that I loved Crimson Peak. But even I didn't anticipate to what extent I would absolutely love this movie. Let me articulate (try to articulate) why.

Without a doubt, this movie is beautiful. I am completely sympathetic to the fact that there are people who don't appreciate this genre of movie, but anyone who cannot admit it was beautifully filmed is just flat wrong. The sets perfectly communicated the feel of a scene. Did you/the characters feel trapped? Lost? Overwhelmed? Confined? Safe? The sets were just as much a part of the plot of a scene as the actors. The costumes were spot-on. Sumptuous (and appropriately gaudy on some minor characters) and detailed but still worn by the characters rather than the other way around (which can happen in period pieces). The effects were beautiful, too. I loved the depictions of the ghosts. Scary books for kids in the 70s were pretty gruesome--a surprising number of details of dismembered children and malicious evils were found in those pages--and I read a lot of them. The ghosts del Toro envisioned for this were the closest thing in appearance I've ever seen to how those ghosts looked that I imagined when I was a child.

But the cinematography. Oh, the cinematography was the real clincher. With his use of (dated, archaic) transitions between several scenes, del Toro conveyed that he was making a modern version of a Gothic romance where the only updates were the general capabilities of current film-making and and perhaps (perhaps) a more complex story-telling. The first time one of the iris-style fades happened, I was taken a bit out of the story because it was something we don't see in modern films. When it happened again, it because obvious that del Toro was using the style of fade to tell the viewer "Yes, we made a straight-up old-fashioned Gothic romance and you are going to watch and experience it on our terms," and I thought that was delightful.

I'm not going to get much into the plot because I know a lot of people haven't seen it yet. Let me detail a few more specific things that made this movie such a glorious experience for me without giving away too many spoilers (at least no more spoilers than you'd get in the previews).

Hiddleston. Obviously. I mean, just obviously. I realized I'm biased, but he's amazing. When it comes to current actors with the ability to simultaneously convey multiple complex emotions without speaking a word, I think he's second only to Martin Freeman.

All the actors were great, though. Mia Wasikowska portrayed a bookish anti-socialite without slipping into a shy, backwards Jane Eyre-esque model (and since she did a wonderful Jane Eyre, that was impressive and a relief). She was reserved, but her passion and drive when she came into her own were entirely believable. Jessica Chastain underplayed Lucille's role perfectly--she could have devolved into shrieking melodrama, but didn't. Charlie Hunam's character was also understated and perfectly played a bit dull. I completely understood why the character of Edith was uninterested in him as anything more than a friend without losing any sympathy for him.

The mood developed slowly, and at one point I thought it was really time to start getting scary already, but then I remembered I was watching del Toro's movie on his own terms. Once I sat back and let it happen when it happened, it was lovely. It was rather like watching a slow motion train wreck. You know it's going to end horribly, but you don't know the details of how so you can't stop watching. It's the details of how that build the tension and when Edith starts putting the pieces together, everything else starts falling apart in perfect timing.

I love how Edith is not a shrinking violet. She might not be an aggressive person, but she knows her own mind and desires. There's the sex scene which we all know about from the trailers, but what the trailers don't show is how Edith, not Thomas, is in control of what's going on in that bed. It's wonderful.

And of course, the ending. Del Toro et.al. have repeatedly said this is Gothic romance, not horror, and I agree. But it is also heavily invested in the horror aspects of this type of romance and there are some things that had to happen and they did. I'll leave it at that unless someone wants to discuss spoilers with me in the comments. I left the theater completely satisfied with the ending--a feeling that was certainly absent when I saw the most comparable movie to this, Radcliffe's Woman in Black, a few years ago.

[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I caught an early Saturday matinee and two hours after we got home, I still had a tight feeling in my chest from All The Feels this movie gave me. It was just. so. good.
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[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I saw Crimson Peak yesterday. I have a lot to say about it, but there's a ton of shit I gotta do today (food prep, laundry, housecleaning since we lost our housecleaner GOD DAMN IT, and with a bit of luck and timing, getting laid again because holy fuck Crimson Peak you guys).

For now, I'll just say if you like old school (and I mean old school) gothic romance, creepy-ass shit, and drop-dead gorgeous cinematography, get your ass to a theater for this one.

Brain fog

Aug. 26th, 2015 11:25 am
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Last week's energy level high didn't last long. I'm struggling this week. Getting ready for bed at 9:00, asleep by 9:30, still waking up exhausted. And this headache. God. It's been rolling around up there for a week and a half and I have no clue why it's there or how to make it leave for more than a day at a time. I'm puffy and bloated, too. Picked the wrong day to wear a body-conscious dress. It's pressing so tight against my abdomen you can see the outline of my bellybutton. I hate that.

There are many things I'd like to talk about, but I don't have the brain energy or focus to write about them and that's frustrating, too. I was talking to [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick about how it's often a physical effort for me to engage my mind at any level beyond barely functional. When I'm fatigued, all my mental energy goes to staying on top of things at my job. That means there's nothing left for engaging socially--either in person or on the internet. I hate it.

In other news:


I know it doesn't mean anything, but it's still cool.

Ultra

Aug. 24th, 2015 11:05 am
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Your brain needs exercise, too.

Saw American Ultra yesterday. I liked it a lot. Seriously considering catching another showing tonight because 1) there were some things early in the film I'd like to see again, knowing about what happens later in the movie and 2) apparently it did poorly and I'd like to give it some more money even though it doesn't actually matter at this point.

Slept for crap last night and am exhausted today. That'll probably be what keeps me from trying to make the 7:45 show tonight.

Smoked

Aug. 4th, 2015 09:05 am
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I feel better this morning. We'll see how long it lasts. That's not pessimism, that's being realistic. I am weaning myself off caffeine. Green or white tea in the morning, no caffeine after noon. Black tea only on weekends. We'll see if it helps my overall energy levels once my body adjusts.

Finished season two of Penny Dreadful last night and I was...uncertain about how I felt about it? I was so pissed off by one of the writing choices in the last episode that it soured me on the rest of the ending.

Just a reminder, my Etsy shop is restocked and has a 20% off code (TOAST) that's valid through the end of August.

Today's Tumblr is Tuesday, August 6: Mad Max Fury Road Fanart.

Speaking of Tumblr, this person followed me yesterday and NGL, it made me snort aloud.

Old movies

Jun. 25th, 2015 08:36 am
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Serger lesson one went great! I scheduled a second one for the week after I get back from Vegas.

On Tuesday, [livejournal.com profile] fionnabhar commented on my dancing Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor gif and I wondered how many people have seen Singin' in the Rain. Or any old movie. By old movie, I mean pre-1965 stuff. I've seen a lot of old movies.

When I was a kid I didn't much like other kids, so I didn't spend much time playing with them. My parents both worked outside the home and I spent a lot of most afternoons watching old movies on television. From age nine (which is, I think, when my mom moved to day shift at the hospital and I came home to a blissfully empty house every day after school) to sixteen (when I didn't have to come home at all if I didn't want to, except to sleep), I watched probably five to six movies a week. That's not counting the numerous times I watched The Adventures of Robin Hood or Journey to the Center of the Earth on Saturday morning for a change of pace from Looney Tunes and Land of the Lost. I don't know why those two movies in particular were so frequently shown on Saturday morning television in the late 70s/early 80s, but there they were.

Seventh grade year my best friend was Jaime T, who introduced me to noir movies and her mom's romance novels. Let me tell you there are few things that can help develop a personality like a combination of erotic literature and The Strange Love of Martha Ivers. I'm not saying those things made me the way I am, but they certainly sped the process to getting where I was headed anyway. Side note: My favorite books of hers were the Silhouette Desire "Second Chance at Love" series because the women were all either divorced or widowed or something but definitely not virginal and the sex was much more interesting.

Anyway, old movies. Even though there are very few car chases, intricately choreographed fight scenes, or explosions (three of my criteria for seeing a movie in theaters these days), I love them. I think because I saw them as a child outside of the eras in which they were produced, I was able to see them as a glimpse into a slightly more realistic Narnia. I understood that these movies were never meant to portray a world I inhabited. But in spite of that (or maybe because of it), I loved those worlds. Even the bleakest of the noir films had a sort of grim and ruthless beauty that I could admire without actually wanting to share.

Modern movies have a couple strikes against them as far as I'm concerned. One, they're so fucking long. What the hell, people? Ninety-minute movies used to exist outside of kid movies. Just like bands used to start playing before midnight. What happened? The second is that I don't have the pleasant disconnect with modern movies. Modern movies, even outrageous speculative-fictions like Jupiter Ascending, or heck, even the Fast and Furious franchise, all feel firmly set in my current reality. It's a far-fetched reality, but it feels very present to me in a way I can't explain. It's one of the reasons I love modern animated movies. Simply by being animated, they remove themselves from the universe in which I exist and I can enjoy them more...purely? Simply? Easily? Also, they're usually shorter.

Anyone else here an old-movie fan? If so, what were your favorites? Which have you introduced to other people? Which do you still watch occasionally/regularly? Anyone else have positive formative experiences from media consumption (I pretty much assume everyone's got at least some negative ones)?
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Seen on the Toast:Click for large-ish image )

My reactions to Jurassic World on Twitter and Tumbr.

I am so so so tired today. So tired. Woke up tired. Still tired. Just...tired. Tired all around tired.

Probably not helping is I've had very little appetite for three days. Pretty much all I ate this weekend was carrot salad and beef jerky. And seltzer water. So much seltzer water. I also made a pitcher of cucumber-mint infused water which was delicious.

I wasn't tired this weekend at all, despite not eating much. I got so much done and it was fantastic. I made another apron because I was unhappy with the fit of Apron 2 (in fact, if someone wants it, let me know--it's a size Medium and is black and blue Hawaiian fabrics), and I got food prep done on Saturday because of Jurassic World taking up Sunday afternoon, and I went thrifting, and I cleaned the house a little bit, and I read some fic and it was all so great!

Hm. Maybe this fatigue is psychological. Because I just don't want to be at work today. The Campbell Conference is over, the other secretary is back in the office, the grad director is out of town, I've cleaned out my inbox, and there is really very little I need to do here. Why am I here, again?

It's gonna be a long day.
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Mostly for my own reference, but in case anyone else is interested, here are some combo suggestions for infused water. I've recently discovered adding fancy-ass balsamic vinegar (the good stuff, and just a smidge) to seltzer water, too. Delicious.

A friend is coming over for dinner tonight. I'm making this. Ready to eat it right now, along with some of that flavored seltzer. Summer eating, yo.

In a comment on The Toast, I wrote: "I have to wear a high-compression bra when lifting or I tend to bonk my boobs coming up on a snatch. And that might be the greatest sentence I have ever typed in my life."

I'm feeling good and it's such a nice change. Because I was pretty low all around for the first half of June, I didn't do a lot of the things I hoped while [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick was busy with the writing workshops. I feel like I'm ready to get back to more consistency with yoga, now. I'm also going to start incorporating more isometric movements because Coach Andrew tells me this sort of thing can also keep one's metabolism charged for longer. Energy allowing, I'm going to start working on some art projects--including a Furiosa altered portrait.

Speaking of, I might be taking Coach Andrew to Fury Road this weekend if he can get away from responsibilities at his gym for a few hours. Also speaking of, this article is flat amazing. It does bring up the "this isn't feminist" argument a bit, which...whatever, we can agree to disagree on that opinion. But the main point of it is incredibly valuable.

I never doubted being a girl, but I thought I was missing the mark, because I thought there was a mark to miss. But there are so, so many more ways of being a woman than I realized, so many more ways than I saw reflected in the stories that spoke to me. As it turned out, one of them was mine, and I was doing it exactly right.
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A collection of reviews, essays, and comments:

"There are memorable male and female characters, and their respective personalities and desires are varied...Some of the women are victims, some are heroes, and some are merely trying to survive...Suffice to say, this is not remotely a story about a strong male hero selflessly rescuing helpless damsels from male aggressors...But one of the bonuses of having many female characters is being able to provide a variety of characterizations and presenting male and female characters that are equally shaded and flawed. That this is a wholly feminist movie goes without saying, and that’s the icing on the cake, along with the fact that it works as an emotionally engaging movie, that makes it something more than the world’s greatest sizzle reel." Forbes review

"'I've gone from being very male dominant to being surrounded by magnificent women. I can’t help but be a feminist,' says George Miller." VF Hollywood article

A whole bunch of links and tweets on Storify (including some reviews and analysis I didn't like and/or don't agree with).

"In the film, Miller has Mad Max, Furiosa and the wives team up with a matriarchal motorcycle tribe...George Miller says in this hero myth, women of all ages were an organic element." NPR story

"In fact, as Fury Road unfurls, it becomes a surprisingly feminist tale: Miller spinning a yarn about women reclaiming their agency from an oppressive system that has long denied them any sort of autonomy. This is still a macho, muscled-up movie, with grizzled men warring over beautiful babes. But those babes—among them Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and Zoe Kravitz—are themselves rebelling against their victimization, with the help of battle-scarred Max and haunted, determined Furiosa. (Theron cuts an arresting, sympathetic figure throughout.) We meet other women in this odyssey too, and by the final, madcap battle, Fury Road has become an empowering, distaff take on dystopia. Max, played with monosyllabic magnetism by Hardy (he says little, but does so much), proves a big help to these damsels in distress, but the effort is collaborative, a team of nothing-to-lose women and men (but mostly women) fighting to destroy the most brutal of patriarchies." Vanity Fair review

"Mad Max: Fury Road fails to be the lecture on the inherent superiority of masculinity I have to give myself in a Christian Bale Batman voice in order to climax sexually. Instead, it’s a lecture on the destructive, brutal folly of masculinity and the virtues of femininity CROWBARRED INTO OUR BRAINS. Watching a movie about a strong woman smuggling escaped sex slaves out of bondage felt, to me, like having something unwanted and incredibly encroaching literally shoved down my throat. Watching sex abuse victims depicted empathetically onscreen was an incredible violation of my delicate and SIMULTANEOUSLY VERY MANLY tastes."Jezebel (which I usually avoid, but this is brilliant)

"When the final trailer for “Mad Max: Fury Road” dropped back in April, I questioned if George Miller was secretly giving audiences a feminist action movie. There’s nothing secret about it. “Fury Road” is two hours of high octane action that is also a giant middle finger to every sexist action movie trope that has come before it. From the moment Imperator Furiosa takes a hard left into the desert to the second the end credits rolls, Miller is not interested in the status quo whether it comes to stunts, storytelling, or stereotypes. It is the most subversive action blockbuster in existence and it is glorious." Hitfix

"The effortless manner in which this film has presented a character’s disability is incredible. I literally could not ask for anything more. It’s ubiquitous. No big deal. Her body is never a plot point. It is simply allowed to be...In addition to being a total badass, the TRULY amazing thing about Furiosa is that she is also KIND, EMOTIONAL, AND COMPASSIONATE. The main plot of the film is her struggle to help these women escape abuse and slavery, to return to her homeland and family, and find peace in a simple life, away from war and suffering. She transcends the female action star stereotype of the unfeeling hard ass. It’s as if she were an actual human being, with real emotions and struggles, not reduced to a caricature of human existence." This random person's Tumblr post

"I have been unable to think of anything else since seeing this film. All I want to do in my life now is drive around Australia in an angry hedgehog car shooting people and having eye-contact-murder sex and washing myself with breast milk. With guitar man." Buzzfeed

"At a certain point, Fury Road becomes a metaphor for its own place in the current cinematic landscape. The term “wasteland” is a little harsh, maybe, but in a time of half-baked reboots and problematic depictions of women in film, here comes Fury Road with a Immortan Joe Concubine Chorus yelling “We are not things!” and dodging Hollywood conventional wisdom like so many exploding spears. (This, as you can probably imagine, does not sit well with the “men’s rights” movement.) Miller’s beefed-up war vehicle is a female empowerment tale hidden in a macho action flick—one bombarded on all sides by flashier movies, being chased by powerful masters who claim to own the world it lives in, yet holding on to a fighting shot of surviving." Wired Magazine

Every Killer Car in Mad Max: Fury Road Explained: Enter the post-Apocalyptic chop shop of quite possibly the most explosive, adrenaline-fueled chase movie ever. Bloomberg Business

"...The most interesting thing about Fury Road is how it reveals that, contra the wailing of Return of Kings’ “resident economist” Aaron Clarey, the Mad Max franchise has always on some level been a feminist franchise. It’s a franchise about toxic masculinity, and how all of us—including the “good guys”—are infected by it, and how there’s no hope unless we can someday build a world without it, which might mean building a world without ourselves." The Daily Beast

And, finally, this quote from Charlize Theron:
“I knew instantly from understanding the project that George had an innate understanding of what women represent to society and he wanted that to reflect in a post-apocalyptic world in the most truthful way possible. People keep saying ‘strong women’ but we are actually just women. We had a filmmaker that understood the truth of women is powerful enough and we don’t want to be put on pedestals or made to be unnaturally strong. What we are capable of doing is really interesting and informs a story like this.”

Also see today's Tumblr collection, Tuesday, May 26: Mad Max Fury Road.
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I'm compiling a list of the amazing reviews and articles for Fury Road. If you have a recommendation for inclusion, link it in the comments, please.

Guided meditations, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] seascribe

Some delicious-sounding meatball recipes.

Uptown Funk remix. I need to find this for download.

I don't know how I missed this Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal comic when it first came out, but I'm glad I saw someone mention it. It's incredibly moving.

[livejournal.com profile] ms_danson sent me this journal publication about chronic inflammation and quality of life. It's a teensy bit technical for me (my brain is great for some things, not so great at others), but what I did glean from it was interesting, although parts of it made me angry. Emphasis mine:
As suggested previously, diagnosis remains highly problematic because many people with these diseases go untreated, never receive an accurate diagnosis, or find that no clinically recognized diagnosis yet exists for their condition. Likewise, many patients who do receive one diagnosis do not ever learn the full extent of their condition due to the siloized structure of specialty medicine in the United States. These issues may affect women disproportionately, compounding an already significant array of disadvantages in health.
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ETA: I just had a realization. It took me a while to appreciate Jupiter Ascending. Fury Road had me immediately. This was my movie. This was my Jupiter Ascending.
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I recommended Father Ted to someone who has probably already seen it but she was looking for some media recommendations and she needed something silly and not angsty, so...Father Ted.





I remain tired, lethargic, and borderline depressed. Instead of feeling exhausted and fatigued after small efforts like climbing a flight of stairs, my body just feels tired all the time. I got back from a morning meeting and stood for less than half an hour before I had to return my desk to the sitting position because I didn't think my legs were going to support me much longer. *sigh*

If I didn't desperately need to make some food (I had to order extra food last night when I went out for burger salad just so I'd have something for lunch today), I'd spend tonight on my couch with Father Ted, myself.
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I just discovered this website. The Daily Bhanda: Scientific Keys to Unlock the Practice of Yoga.



I remembered to get a photo of my outfit today and my computer doesn't recognize my camera card reader.

Last night Dr. Jonah did an amazing adjustment to my sacrum. He usually doesn't do that sort of manipulation but he was distressed at my pain level and limited range of motion. I feel so much better today. I'm not 100%, but my gait is nearly back to normal.

The cystic zit on my chin is back. SO ITCHY.

I just this morning (god, fucking hippies) found out about this, which I'll be attending tonight. I love me some kirtan, y'all, and these guys are my favorite. This video doesn't do them justice. Their sound is so much better in person (and on their CDs).



This is the Tumblr post that made me consider taking a taxidermy class.

Saw this on Tumblr, too, and loved it because YES. "When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them."

[livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I are re-watching the Harry Potter movies right now. Last night was The Half Blood Prince. I was reminded of how I wished they'd made that one into a two-parter instead of Deathly Hallows. There's so much going on in that book and the movie just seems like a collection of highlight clips.

Now I am off to finish something that wasn't on my to-do list and thus got forgotten until [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick asked me about it last night. Oops.

Stuff it

Apr. 20th, 2015 09:52 am
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I've got a catch in my low back on the right side (pretty sure it's my SI joint) and it's making me buggy. Instead of my beloved progression to Hanumanasana tonight, I'm going to work on releasing my piriformis and then work on crawling. I am the worst at crawling, you guys. My mom tells me I didn't even crawl when I was a baby. But I think there's something in that movement that would help my back/hip mobility issues. So that'll be a lot of fun.

Woke up this morning super hungry--to the point where I felt a bit nauseated, shaky, and those other things that people describe when they're over-hungry. I so rarely experience this. I have an alarmingly efficient metabolism and my blood sugar is super stable. It was not how I wanted to start my day. I still feel a little wobbly, even after the banana I ate immediately after my shower and the chicken salad I just ate for breakfast. I could think of no reason I felt that way. We had an amazing (and kind of late) dinner, with protein and vegetables. OH MY BODY.

Speaking of my body (in a more positive way), I had a wonderful revelation about how to move deeper and evenly in Supta Padangusthasana B. I'm not gonna try to explain it, but it was an amazing thing to realize that I could, with just a small amount of self-analysis, figure out how to solve a body alignment issue with a few posture corrections and a different focus of energy. AMAZING. It was beautiful to have such a positive reminder of why it's called yoga practice. There's no ultimate goal to it--it will always be practice.

I finally watched The Eagle this weekend. One of the friends we saw it with pronounced it horribly boring and a terrible movie. I was plenty entertained by all the pretty (scenery, costumes, Channing Tatum, Jamie Bell), so I didn't think it was boring. If nothing else, the homo-eroticism in this thing is palpable. It was nice to see the movie for all that Marcus/Esca fic I read. Let's be honest, I'm never gonna get around to reading the books. Notably, Channing Tatum had way more chemistry with Jamie Bell than he did with Mila Kunis although perhaps not as much as he has with Jonah Hill.

In completely unrelated news (I promise): Does anyone know if there are taxidermy classes in the Lawrence/KC area? Found one! It's even accredited through the Kansas Board of Regents, good lord. I think that's a little more involved than what I'm looking for, though, which is probably a good thing. I do not need another hobby that takes up its own room.

Disappoint

Mar. 25th, 2015 11:43 am
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There aren't many days that I would eat a toasted bagel with cream cheese should someone place one in front of me, but today is one of those days. My usual foods are so unappealing and ugh right now. I want a fucking pizza, god damn it. I'd even suffer through a gluten-free crust (whether that be some alternative flour or a cauliflower crust) if I could just have the cheese. Seriously considering finally trying to make some cashew cheese.

I browsed through Pinterest for paleo recipes and found this blog, where I found some promising stuff. I've been massively disappointed in the coconut milks I've been purchasing lately (even my trusty Chaokoh brand has gone to shit) so I'm gonna try making almond milk per her directions.

Last night [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick and I plowed through the last three episodes of the first season of American Horror Story and...


The previous eleven episodes absolutely blew me away, and then the last one, I was like What the hell just happened but not in a good way, in a Were these even the same writers way. So many loose ends, so many unbelievable situations. And yeah, it's fantastical fiction, I get that, but the thing about fantastical fiction, especially horror, is that you've got to make the things that happen in that world be believable for that world. The season finale utterly and completely failed to do that. Oh man, I was so angry and I tried to contain it because I didn't want to spoil [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick's enjoyment (he is much more forgiving about...well, everything than I am). I'm still so so so irritated and disappointed, today, though. IT WAS SO GOOD until that last episode--really up until the last half of the last episode. I was getting worried as I watched the clock tick down because I had a sinking feeling they were not going to be able to wrap things up satisfactorily and I was right.



And now I can't say I'm terribly motivated to watch the other seasons because now my guard is up against having the rug pulled out from under me.

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