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Sep. 30th, 2006 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickSome blogging types have stuff like Eye Candy Friday. I'm not sure I even know what street that bandwagon is running on, but today, for you, I have...
Brother-the-younger buys Battlestar Galactica. Here are some of his thoughts on season 2.5: I note also for my wife's benefit that, despite my suspicions to the contrary, Jamie Bamber appears to be solidy hetero. Perhaps it's just that English men in general tend toward lightness of the loafers, Churchill excepted, though he was partly Merkin, allowing for his higher degree of masculinity. James Callis is also solidly hetero, though in some special features on the Season 2 DVD, I suspected both Bamber and Callis of joining the other team. Englishness at work, I guess. In any case, my snide remarks regarding Apollo's relationship issues were entirely uncalled for.
The first thing you should be getting from this is that I am really quite justified in adoring his prose. It's so... yummy and (at least for me) not nearly as onanistic and guilt-ridden as reading my own prose. It's probably still slightly incestuous because he *is* brother-the-younger and his prose sounds just like him, but at least it won't make me go blind the way reading my own will. The second thing you should be getting from the quoted passage is that it's not just inveterate slashers looking at Apollo and Baltar and going *hrm*. I grant that brother-the-younger isn't completely normal, but he's more normal than I am.
I also watched the entirety of The 4400 which I borrowed from my dad last night after work. Season 1 and Season 2 are done. Why, yes, I did stay up appallingly latelast night this morning watching television. If you must know, it was about quarter to four when I went to bed. I also didn't get the mail today and forewent grocery shopping (there is no food in the house) because I was mainlining the opiate of the masses and couldn't get up off my couch until the buzz wore off. (One of the reasons I don't have real television is because I would lose too much time in front of the thing. Not having television gets me out and doing things at least some weekends.) It was fun. I enjoyed it.
While I was at Dad's house borrowing The 4400, I noted with interest that Bandits and The Price of Milk AND Dangerous Liaisions were all in residence on Dad's DVD shelf. They didn't even have the decency to look sheepishly guilty for having been missing over a year. I yelled at Dad for failing to pay attention to my blog posts about missing DVDs and he said he didn't even remember borrowing them. I said that he was getting old and starting to lose it. He said, "Yep." (Fuck. Ruined my fun, right there. It's very difficult to remain in high dudgeon when the person you're dudgeoning at fucking agrees with you.) I reminded him to be done with Desperate Housewives II by the picnic so that I could loan that to brother-the-younger. I did not see the BSG 2.0 DVDs and I did look.
During the television marathon, I (huzzah!) completed the hat to match the bag, except for whether or not I want to put dippy i-cord tassel things on the top. Quite a lot of the time, the line between whimsical and stupid is so fucking fine that I can hardly see it. Right now, though, it's red and flashing, with a siren that whoops in synchronicity with the flashing. The effect is very Dive, Dive!, or would be, if I had a life more like a WW2 submarine movie. I guess that's a no on the i-cord, then. The unfulled dimensions are correct. The crown is appropriately rounded -- I went with a pentagonal decrease thing to channel the energies better. (Or, y'know, maybe I picked it because the number of stitches was close to being divisible by five and I'd seen a number of hats with a pentagonal decrease or increase for the crown lately... but that's so boring.) I have not yet fulled the thing because I'm working up to laundry. It's been that kind of day.
When I was mostly done watching television, I made a batch of oatmeal-walnut cookies for my cousin Heather (one sheet) and then for the rest of the cookies, I made proper oatmeal-walnut-raisin cookies. (Heather does not like raisins.) I should be shut of most of the cookies by tomorrow because I'm giving them away to the Heather household on my way to the grocery store to garner provender because there is absolutely nothing to eat in my house. (But, in the midst of this no-food event, I have the fixin's for oatmeal cookies from scratch. Quite the paradox, innit?)
And now I'm going to see if I can do some laundry and answer some horribly late email.
Brother-the-younger buys Battlestar Galactica. Here are some of his thoughts on season 2.5: I note also for my wife's benefit that, despite my suspicions to the contrary, Jamie Bamber appears to be solidy hetero. Perhaps it's just that English men in general tend toward lightness of the loafers, Churchill excepted, though he was partly Merkin, allowing for his higher degree of masculinity. James Callis is also solidly hetero, though in some special features on the Season 2 DVD, I suspected both Bamber and Callis of joining the other team. Englishness at work, I guess. In any case, my snide remarks regarding Apollo's relationship issues were entirely uncalled for.
The first thing you should be getting from this is that I am really quite justified in adoring his prose. It's so... yummy and (at least for me) not nearly as onanistic and guilt-ridden as reading my own prose. It's probably still slightly incestuous because he *is* brother-the-younger and his prose sounds just like him, but at least it won't make me go blind the way reading my own will. The second thing you should be getting from the quoted passage is that it's not just inveterate slashers looking at Apollo and Baltar and going *hrm*. I grant that brother-the-younger isn't completely normal, but he's more normal than I am.
I also watched the entirety of The 4400 which I borrowed from my dad last night after work. Season 1 and Season 2 are done. Why, yes, I did stay up appallingly late
While I was at Dad's house borrowing The 4400, I noted with interest that Bandits and The Price of Milk AND Dangerous Liaisions were all in residence on Dad's DVD shelf. They didn't even have the decency to look sheepishly guilty for having been missing over a year. I yelled at Dad for failing to pay attention to my blog posts about missing DVDs and he said he didn't even remember borrowing them. I said that he was getting old and starting to lose it. He said, "Yep." (Fuck. Ruined my fun, right there. It's very difficult to remain in high dudgeon when the person you're dudgeoning at fucking agrees with you.) I reminded him to be done with Desperate Housewives II by the picnic so that I could loan that to brother-the-younger. I did not see the BSG 2.0 DVDs and I did look.
During the television marathon, I (huzzah!) completed the hat to match the bag, except for whether or not I want to put dippy i-cord tassel things on the top. Quite a lot of the time, the line between whimsical and stupid is so fucking fine that I can hardly see it. Right now, though, it's red and flashing, with a siren that whoops in synchronicity with the flashing. The effect is very Dive, Dive!, or would be, if I had a life more like a WW2 submarine movie. I guess that's a no on the i-cord, then. The unfulled dimensions are correct. The crown is appropriately rounded -- I went with a pentagonal decrease thing to channel the energies better. (Or, y'know, maybe I picked it because the number of stitches was close to being divisible by five and I'd seen a number of hats with a pentagonal decrease or increase for the crown lately... but that's so boring.) I have not yet fulled the thing because I'm working up to laundry. It's been that kind of day.
When I was mostly done watching television, I made a batch of oatmeal-walnut cookies for my cousin Heather (one sheet) and then for the rest of the cookies, I made proper oatmeal-walnut-raisin cookies. (Heather does not like raisins.) I should be shut of most of the cookies by tomorrow because I'm giving them away to the Heather household on my way to the grocery store to garner provender because there is absolutely nothing to eat in my house. (But, in the midst of this no-food event, I have the fixin's for oatmeal cookies from scratch. Quite the paradox, innit?)
And now I'm going to see if I can do some laundry and answer some horribly late email.
