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Jul. 31st, 2013 08:10 am( Gaeilge )
No Russian yesterday, largely because I got distracted and forgot. Need to quit doing that. But today, at least, I will start with the damn corrections from the past two and move from there. I also need to get back to picking up the house, not sure why that fell down as much as it did. Maybe just trying to get the blog post out on time and get back into the swing of things. And get rest. That's been in shorter supply lately than I'd like. At least we have groceries, and maybe the dishes will get done now that the boy's feeling better and I actually am sort of cooking again. One of the plus sides to the last week is that we ended up with shittons of leftovers we've been eating through.
Today! Today today. I have not gotten nearly enough done on Gods and Monsters as I wanted, mostly because blogwork in the evening but also because tired during the day. Argh. So I need to get that done, which, at least it's 3/5 of the way done. Maybe 3/4, depending. If I can get that done today, tonight I finish the Wed blog post and then this weekend I can go back to writing all the blogwork all mornings and my evenings can be freed up to do other writing stuff again. So, okay. Gods and Monsters today, and typing up the edits from the paper version of Blood in the Gutters which hopefully will clear that off. If I have extra time, more blog posts! This is totally doable, I swear.
Called Mom last night and got to talk to her, hear how Grandpa's doing which is... both good and not so. Apparently they think he's too old and too fragile for surgery on the bladder cancer or chemotherapy, so they're treating him with radiation only and palliative measures, comfort measures. On the one hand, that's a type of cancer that has a pretty good prognosis, pretty high survival rate. On the other hand, when Mom's talking around the phrase 'comfort measures' that makes me very uneasy. And on the gripping hand... I don't know. I don't feel as freaked about this as I thought I would? Which either means my imminent death sense isn't pinging or I really am okay with this. Which also goes a bit towards the grieving backwards, but ... something. I still don't know. And for all I know comfort measures doesn't mean the kind of imminent death that it normally does. It's funny, I meant to call Mom and freak out about a citation from the city about our weeds overgrowing the sidewalk (really? REALLY?) but that was a week ago, we got the all clear from the city after some weed whacking with a friend's machine, and now I'm pretty much fine and I was just trying to call her because I'd left a message earlier. And then this. I do need to get home pretty soon, though. See everyone. Say goodbye if necessary.
Still on the Falling Skies rewatch. Still love Pope. It's funny, two of the first things ... three of the first things we learn about Pope are 1) he's a Grade A selfish asshole, 2) He REALLY likes killing aliens, and 3) He has kids and an ex-wife. And the first two get a lot of play, but every so often he gets a moment with a kid, in a couple episodes in the first season it's the protag's kid, where you see how he can be paternal and caring in his own gruff way. There's a moment also in the third season, not with a kid, but telling some of his backstory. I love how they balance redeeming qualities with, generally, the kind of crap behavior that makes him a pain in the ass and hard to deal with. He's an unrepentant jerkass, and they don't do anything to mitigate that. It's more balanced than most portrayals, where the caring exists alongside the jackassery rather than replacing it periodically. I like that.
No Russian yesterday, largely because I got distracted and forgot. Need to quit doing that. But today, at least, I will start with the damn corrections from the past two and move from there. I also need to get back to picking up the house, not sure why that fell down as much as it did. Maybe just trying to get the blog post out on time and get back into the swing of things. And get rest. That's been in shorter supply lately than I'd like. At least we have groceries, and maybe the dishes will get done now that the boy's feeling better and I actually am sort of cooking again. One of the plus sides to the last week is that we ended up with shittons of leftovers we've been eating through.
Today! Today today. I have not gotten nearly enough done on Gods and Monsters as I wanted, mostly because blogwork in the evening but also because tired during the day. Argh. So I need to get that done, which, at least it's 3/5 of the way done. Maybe 3/4, depending. If I can get that done today, tonight I finish the Wed blog post and then this weekend I can go back to writing all the blogwork all mornings and my evenings can be freed up to do other writing stuff again. So, okay. Gods and Monsters today, and typing up the edits from the paper version of Blood in the Gutters which hopefully will clear that off. If I have extra time, more blog posts! This is totally doable, I swear.
Called Mom last night and got to talk to her, hear how Grandpa's doing which is... both good and not so. Apparently they think he's too old and too fragile for surgery on the bladder cancer or chemotherapy, so they're treating him with radiation only and palliative measures, comfort measures. On the one hand, that's a type of cancer that has a pretty good prognosis, pretty high survival rate. On the other hand, when Mom's talking around the phrase 'comfort measures' that makes me very uneasy. And on the gripping hand... I don't know. I don't feel as freaked about this as I thought I would? Which either means my imminent death sense isn't pinging or I really am okay with this. Which also goes a bit towards the grieving backwards, but ... something. I still don't know. And for all I know comfort measures doesn't mean the kind of imminent death that it normally does. It's funny, I meant to call Mom and freak out about a citation from the city about our weeds overgrowing the sidewalk (really? REALLY?) but that was a week ago, we got the all clear from the city after some weed whacking with a friend's machine, and now I'm pretty much fine and I was just trying to call her because I'd left a message earlier. And then this. I do need to get home pretty soon, though. See everyone. Say goodbye if necessary.
Still on the Falling Skies rewatch. Still love Pope. It's funny, two of the first things ... three of the first things we learn about Pope are 1) he's a Grade A selfish asshole, 2) He REALLY likes killing aliens, and 3) He has kids and an ex-wife. And the first two get a lot of play, but every so often he gets a moment with a kid, in a couple episodes in the first season it's the protag's kid, where you see how he can be paternal and caring in his own gruff way. There's a moment also in the third season, not with a kid, but telling some of his backstory. I love how they balance redeeming qualities with, generally, the kind of crap behavior that makes him a pain in the ass and hard to deal with. He's an unrepentant jerkass, and they don't do anything to mitigate that. It's more balanced than most portrayals, where the caring exists alongside the jackassery rather than replacing it periodically. I like that.
