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There we go.

I should have things to say here about Reichenbach and the new Once Upon A Time, but apart from fucking goddamn Sorcerers! I don't have much. I did see the first decent conversation between Emma and Mary Margaret that I actually liked! That was a plus. Gretel was kind of badass. Blah blah Holmes blah blah deerstalker *giggle* blah blah fucking Sorcerers blah blah manipulative bastards blah blah Reichenbach. Sherlock you git. Wipe that smirk off your face, Gold. The usual.

I will say, I adored Molly in Reichenbach. And Sherlock had damn well better appreciate her, and next season/series needs to have more of Molly being badass.

I had something else to say here and now I've forgotten it. Fuck. House buying continues at its slow crawl, which is to say we're waiting on banks to do their thing. Which still irritates me because they were handing out the goddamn pre-approved mortgages like candy before! I mean, I can understand and even condone things being different now. It still bugs me. Writing stuff going, slow but steady. I rewatched Ladyhawke over the weekend for no particular reason, I'd forgotten how awesome that movie is. All the more awesome for being a fantasy movie with very, very few special effects.

I also watched Split Second. Which is a movie from 1992 with Rutger Hauer and a bunch of other people, for those of you who've never seen it. It is crack. It is awesome, demented, makes no sense whatsoever, the plot is loosely strung together by Rutger acting outrageous and shooting things seemingly at random, pulsing heartbeats a la Poe, chicks who spend most of their time either scantily clad or mostly naked (seriously, how long was she IN that shower?) and a dweebish sidekick who spends the first half of the movie being nerdy and the second half of the movie also being nerdy while screaming "WE NEED BIGGER FUCKING GUNS." And also shooting things. With bigger fucking guns. The whole thing makes absolutely no sense and you shouldn't even bother trying, you should just watch and laugh hysterically if you like that sort of thing. I could go on.

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One of these days I will remember not to do stupid shit like slinging boxes around at high speeds, especially when they're over 20-25 pounds. Until that day comes, pass the naproxen sodium. No, it's not bad, it's just irritating especially when I know better.

There's a rumor in my family that may well be true, that when Martin Luther King spoke at the National Cathedral (I think it was) towards the end of his life, my mother and one of her friends snuck out from school to see him. The only thing I know about this friend is that she was black, because apparently this made the papers because it was just so cute, a little black girl and a little white girl holding hands and watching this man speak. One of these days I'm going to stop by a library when I'm home and see if there's some archived issue of that paper that has that photo.

It's funny how things change. When I was a kid, presidents in this country were old white men. Hell, up until Obama started making serious noises about running a few years ago, presidents were old white men. I remember half holding my breath throughout his entire inauguration, waiting for some jackass with a rifle to shoot him for having the audacity to be president.

I have a bit of a funny outlook as far as race goes. I didn't grow up like so many people in this country; DC is its own little microcosm in a lot of ways, and my socio-economic bracket where I grew up there doubly so. Aware and not aware. I was lucky. I like to think we're moving more towards being a country where that can happen, where (as I heard so often in my childhood) you and me are free to be you and me. Where my Mom and Dad can be married (well, for as long as that worked) and I can have an awesome Dad who teaches me the joys of rock guitar and backgammon and how to hit a cooked crab with a mallet and pull the meaty bits out. And it doesn't matter that he doesn't look like me, because he's my Dad, and he was a pretty awesome one.

Anyway, there was a much bigger ramble here about my outlook on race and what my childhood was like as far as race goes, but I chopped it. It's still around here somewhere if anyone wants to see/know.

I have too much shit to do and not enough hours in the day to do it. Where's my collapsable days, dammit?

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Really, eventually I'm going to need a guitar rack. There's only two problems with this. Three, the first one being, no space, which hopefully will be solved with buying a house. ... That sounded so cavalier. The second being that I should actually get a guitar strap first so that my shoulders and back don't tense up with holding the damn thing all the time. The third is that every time I think that I end up thinking of Wayne's World the Movie. "I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack! What am I going to do with a gun rack??"

After watching the new Sherlock, this is definitely the funniest thing ever. Bonus points for the mental image of Vinnie Jones crotch-tossing Moriarty like he did that football player one time. Not American football, for those of you who were wondering.

I finally gave in and made a tumblr seriously considered making a tumblr for the first time ever, possibly to just post short snippets of things. Fanfic or original fic or fanfic so obscure and lacking in names or identifying details that it could be original fic. And then I realized that every time I sit down to write a snippet it ends up being a thousand or more words long, so there went that idea.

But I did finally make the icon from Split Second I meant to.