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Feb. 3rd, 2010 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseI'm alive.
New job is busy.
Twelfth Night went fantastically well, but for some minor bumps (Part of feast got delayed due to the mini-siege-weapon competition running long. Things like that.) The site tokens I made got much good comment; Colin took pictures, and I may post. In the archery competition, I accidentally shot our Baron in the head. (Well, the version of him printed on the target). Then I got made archery captain. I should really give that the telling it deserves. Another time, maybe?
There aren't enough hours in the day. Even with getting to write at least a few minutes each lunch hour. Those few minutes have been adding up, though. But I'm *not* at dance practice right now, and I dislike feeling too tired and having to pick and choose between activities.
Yup. I know these symptoms. I'm working full time.
Oh, wah. I get to make money!
Some of which I spent this week. The damage:
Bruce Springsteen - Magic
Criminal Minds Season 1
Eve's Bayou
The Prestige (The movie not the book)
Laurie R. King - The Art of Detection
After which, I reminded myself I only have this job to June, and thus should be saving money up, not using it, and so paid off my credit card for the month (And am considering, not cutting it up, but putting it away with my passport for use only when travelling, or aiding and abetting a friend of mine if she should wish to make more online purchases.) And am trying to convince myself to Not Buy Stuff. After all, I'm in the library at least part of the week.
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Minister Faust - From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain
I was slow in picking this up in spite of quite liking the Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad. The premise - psychiatrist to superheroes writes a self-help book - just didn't interest me. And it took a while to hook me, because, as humourous as are the truly dreadful similes Dr. Eva Brain-Silverman uses throughout, the first impression of the superheroes she's studying is pretty much that they're all impossible to like. I mostly persisted because I was actually intrigued by the scene he read at World Fantasy (The first solo talk with Iron Lass/Hnossi Icegaard).
Of course, Dr. Brain is a textbook case herself - of unreliable narrator. And like Coyote Kings..., The funny bits, which do show up, are the shiny cool things to drag one into what is, in the end, a truly dark story; of willful blindness aiding and abetting willful destruction, or people buying into their own stories (especially Dr. Brain. Or maybe not. I kept wondering, afterward, if she wrote what she wrote as the only way to get the truth out. Or if she really WAS just as unaware of what she had written as she seemed). Of whether the good guys win, or the winners write history, or there are no good guys, just people with all their fuck-ups pushed forward.
New job is busy.
Twelfth Night went fantastically well, but for some minor bumps (Part of feast got delayed due to the mini-siege-weapon competition running long. Things like that.) The site tokens I made got much good comment; Colin took pictures, and I may post. In the archery competition, I accidentally shot our Baron in the head. (Well, the version of him printed on the target). Then I got made archery captain. I should really give that the telling it deserves. Another time, maybe?
There aren't enough hours in the day. Even with getting to write at least a few minutes each lunch hour. Those few minutes have been adding up, though. But I'm *not* at dance practice right now, and I dislike feeling too tired and having to pick and choose between activities.
Yup. I know these symptoms. I'm working full time.
Oh, wah. I get to make money!
Some of which I spent this week. The damage:
Bruce Springsteen - Magic
Criminal Minds Season 1
Eve's Bayou
The Prestige (The movie not the book)
Laurie R. King - The Art of Detection
After which, I reminded myself I only have this job to June, and thus should be saving money up, not using it, and so paid off my credit card for the month (And am considering, not cutting it up, but putting it away with my passport for use only when travelling, or aiding and abetting a friend of mine if she should wish to make more online purchases.) And am trying to convince myself to Not Buy Stuff. After all, I'm in the library at least part of the week.
_____________________
Minister Faust - From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain
I was slow in picking this up in spite of quite liking the Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad. The premise - psychiatrist to superheroes writes a self-help book - just didn't interest me. And it took a while to hook me, because, as humourous as are the truly dreadful similes Dr. Eva Brain-Silverman uses throughout, the first impression of the superheroes she's studying is pretty much that they're all impossible to like. I mostly persisted because I was actually intrigued by the scene he read at World Fantasy (The first solo talk with Iron Lass/Hnossi Icegaard).
Of course, Dr. Brain is a textbook case herself - of unreliable narrator. And like Coyote Kings..., The funny bits, which do show up, are the shiny cool things to drag one into what is, in the end, a truly dark story; of willful blindness aiding and abetting willful destruction, or people buying into their own stories (especially Dr. Brain. Or maybe not. I kept wondering, afterward, if she wrote what she wrote as the only way to get the truth out. Or if she really WAS just as unaware of what she had written as she seemed). Of whether the good guys win, or the winners write history, or there are no good guys, just people with all their fuck-ups pushed forward.
