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Jul. 17th, 2015 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnd in today's fun discussions, the boy and I talked about who stuck Bucky in that thing in that scene in that place and why and who had the means and motive and opportunity. I actually feel better about it than I did when I first heard about it! I'm still not going to see AntMan. I'm just a wee bit tired of dissolute white men going through an epiphany and becoming superheroes and so on. I mean, it was hilarious fun with Tony Stark, it was okay with Peter Quill, I'm not sure Norton/Ruffalo count as dissolute starts to the Hulk but eh, and Thor was a bit more epic than that and still had a fair amount of good storytelling going on there, but nothing about AntMan has suggested anything I actually care about seeing. Or paying big moneys to see.
The boy did see it, and I'm going to try and get a better report out of him when he gets home. But I'll probably borrow the DVD or something. At this rate I'm not even sure I want to see Civil War on the big screen, though I probably will if only because otherwise I'll have to avoid the entire internet. Maybe a matinee.
My jeans continue to fall off my hips, and I was considering buying new jeans in the same style but a size smaller to see if that was true. And then I thought, look, I don't actually need new jeans. I'd be paying $20 to $40 plus shipping to make myself feel better, I already dug several pairs of jeans out of storage, and I have four pairs of jeans off of Stitch Fix, I think I'm fine for jeans for a good long while. Calm down, self. Get out the measuring tape if you really have to. I just...
I think this is because I seem to finally be making progress, so my brain has to either prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt or, and what it thinks is more likely, it has to disprove it by getting out every damn thing it can think of, scales and measuring tapes and what-not. Though I should re-take measurements in the interests of sewing things, but that's a whole other ball of string.
In a couple days, though. We're not discussing what I've eaten in the past 36 hours. It's not pretty. It's not nearly as bad as it's been in the past, but it's not pretty.
The more Kevin Feige does backflips and contortions suitable to Reed Richards to avoid admitting he doesn't want to do a Black Widow movie because girl cooties, the less respect I have for him and his ability to run the MCU. Which I suppose also explains my rapidly decreasing interest in the MCU. Is it just me, or does it feel like Hollywood's getting more blatantly bigoted in as many ways as it is progressing? The reaction to the Ghostbusters reboot, the Ridley Scott "I can't cast non-white people as Egyptians because of reasons" movie, all the rest of it. Its so... vastly infuriating and thrilling at the same time because it is being balanced by some more progressive movies. I just. Feige. Come on. You are not fooling any-goddamn-one. Nor are you impressing anyone except maybe the GOP Presidential field, given that they can't verbally tapdance their way into a third grade talent show.
Ahem. Okay. Things and stuff. Things like, now that I'm out in the sun more often and getting tanned, I'm having that weird dissonance when I look in the mirror again. The whole "Oh, right, this is supposed to be my skin color, I'm Mexican," thing. (It's hilarious, actually. Half Mexican of the mostly Native variety, half pasty white Jewish/European mutt. So it's not that I look bad pasty per se? Or sick or not right or whatever. It's just that I also look natural tanned, rather than being one or the other or... something. I'm not explaining this very well. Visual dissonance! I haven't been outside this much in a long long time, it's been a while since I've seen myself this tanned on a regular basis.)
Nano continues apace, though I seem to be falling behind in almost every other damn thing. I'd say I'll make an effort to catch up this weekend, but since I'm working straight through after capoeira that's probably not going to happen. Maybe I'll catch up next week. Till then, I can be very, very flat on Sunday, apart from I guess swapping out the cat boxes which so direly needs to happen.
The boy did see it, and I'm going to try and get a better report out of him when he gets home. But I'll probably borrow the DVD or something. At this rate I'm not even sure I want to see Civil War on the big screen, though I probably will if only because otherwise I'll have to avoid the entire internet. Maybe a matinee.
My jeans continue to fall off my hips, and I was considering buying new jeans in the same style but a size smaller to see if that was true. And then I thought, look, I don't actually need new jeans. I'd be paying $20 to $40 plus shipping to make myself feel better, I already dug several pairs of jeans out of storage, and I have four pairs of jeans off of Stitch Fix, I think I'm fine for jeans for a good long while. Calm down, self. Get out the measuring tape if you really have to. I just...
I think this is because I seem to finally be making progress, so my brain has to either prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt or, and what it thinks is more likely, it has to disprove it by getting out every damn thing it can think of, scales and measuring tapes and what-not. Though I should re-take measurements in the interests of sewing things, but that's a whole other ball of string.
In a couple days, though. We're not discussing what I've eaten in the past 36 hours. It's not pretty. It's not nearly as bad as it's been in the past, but it's not pretty.
The more Kevin Feige does backflips and contortions suitable to Reed Richards to avoid admitting he doesn't want to do a Black Widow movie because girl cooties, the less respect I have for him and his ability to run the MCU. Which I suppose also explains my rapidly decreasing interest in the MCU. Is it just me, or does it feel like Hollywood's getting more blatantly bigoted in as many ways as it is progressing? The reaction to the Ghostbusters reboot, the Ridley Scott "I can't cast non-white people as Egyptians because of reasons" movie, all the rest of it. Its so... vastly infuriating and thrilling at the same time because it is being balanced by some more progressive movies. I just. Feige. Come on. You are not fooling any-goddamn-one. Nor are you impressing anyone except maybe the GOP Presidential field, given that they can't verbally tapdance their way into a third grade talent show.
Ahem. Okay. Things and stuff. Things like, now that I'm out in the sun more often and getting tanned, I'm having that weird dissonance when I look in the mirror again. The whole "Oh, right, this is supposed to be my skin color, I'm Mexican," thing. (It's hilarious, actually. Half Mexican of the mostly Native variety, half pasty white Jewish/European mutt. So it's not that I look bad pasty per se? Or sick or not right or whatever. It's just that I also look natural tanned, rather than being one or the other or... something. I'm not explaining this very well. Visual dissonance! I haven't been outside this much in a long long time, it's been a while since I've seen myself this tanned on a regular basis.)
Nano continues apace, though I seem to be falling behind in almost every other damn thing. I'd say I'll make an effort to catch up this weekend, but since I'm working straight through after capoeira that's probably not going to happen. Maybe I'll catch up next week. Till then, I can be very, very flat on Sunday, apart from I guess swapping out the cat boxes which so direly needs to happen.