Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
I know I shouldn’t care, but the last episode of the Killing made me want to find the showrunner and bang her head into a coffee table a few times. A happy ending was NOT REQUIRED for this show, it feels a painted on thing.
On the plus side, by Grabthar’s hammer, I have finally seen Galaxy Quest, and I had a damned good time.
Now to see if Jeff is conscious enough for breakfast.
I am crushing on Joel Kinnaman. He is awesome as Holder in The Killing. (All four seasons are on Netflix). It doesn’t hurt that every thirty seconds I’m chortling under my breath about the Vancouver locations I recognize.
So someone from CDS days (we’re talking 2 decades – Dan) popped up and said hi. He made the error of asking me about the novel and got about a days’ worth of blort. Now I must cover up my shame in a nice big wordblanky.
Very much enjoying The Killing on Netflix. Mireille Enos as Linden just doesn’t do any of that girly shit (and she’s small, freckled, not in the first flush of youth and doesn’t appear to use makeup or do more than brush her hair for work). We finished (heavy sigh) the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes. It was really excellent, all 41 episodes.
It wasn’t very inspired, but it doesn’t have to be. It will have the crap edited out of it.
Jeff found a really good documentary about six crazy men reconstructing Sir Ernest Shackleton’s famous voyage, narrated by Brian Cox. We are quite enjoying it, but watching six metre waves come over that tiny ships’ boat makes our hearts leap up into our mouths.
Word count made yesterday. I’m wanting fresh corn and other stuff – it is the best time of the year for food after all.
Everybody have a loving and productive day!
I hadn’t weighed myself in a while, but my clothes were getting tighter, so I was delighted to see from the scale this morning that the weight I lost after I broke my shoulder has stayed off. Now I’m getting ridiculous amounts of exercise, since I have to walk a minimum of 2 kilometres a day through terrain plus two sets of transit stairs just to get to work, so I expect the weight will stay off. My hips and back are better; my knees and feet are shouting things ungodly at me. I’m sleeping better and staying up later.
Jeff has commented that he’s getting interesting pings from various muscle groups now that he’s back exercising regularly with his new rowing machine. One of these days I’ll check it out but I’m never wearing shoes when I’m downstairs…
Many hugs to Jeff for letting me borrow the car yesterday after my phone freaked out and I ended up being late getting out the door in consequence … I brought home some treats.
The family that ________s together….
In one of those bizarre coincidences, I mentioned the cave of Chauvet in my last homily, and until she broke her ankle, our speaker this Sunday was to be a woman taking as her text Werner Herzog’s unbelievably amazing Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Since she can’t do it, we’re subbing in three church members talking about their creative paths, and I helped one of them since he was being put to it on short notice and he said he was feeling apprehensive and I gave him some advice. He appeared happy to get it (my enthusiasm is a substitute for skill sometimes) and I await with pleasure how he will deal with the creative challenge of a minihom. So I would have enjoyed the booked homily and will definitely enjoy the substitute homily, and that’s pretty much how she goes at church. Which reminds me, I should scare up a ride.
Benedict Cumberbatch will be taking on Hamlet in 2015, live somewhere in England. Sigh.
Currently watching: Archer Vice (interesting, but no longer quite as funny), Rick and Morty (most recent show? the last two minutes took me to an unanticipated height of awesome), Justified (Boyd Crowder, how you do blow things up!), Downton Abbey, NCIS, NCIS Body Count, CSI, Person of Interest, Castle, plus the occasional Frontline and 60 Minutes. I’ve pretty much given up on White Collar, mostly because those whackdoodles at Netflix don’t appear to want to stream it to my profile, and Jeff’s burned out on Burn Notice (ha!) although I still want to finish the show. Person of Interest continues to be the show that Jeff and I are most likely to halt on the PVR so we can talk about the issues they are raising. It’s a show that demands close attention and thought, and Root walked the dog Bear last episode.
Jeff is trying to get caught up on March Madness, otherwise known as the Squeaky Squeaky show from the sound of all those basketball shoes squeaking on those nice wood floors.
I wonder if two zone bus passes are available yet? I’ll need one of those. I do think longingly of getting a car, but I’ll be better off in at at least three ways without one.
Happy Friday to you all! The port strike is over, although the drivers are still plenty choked.
Made word count this morning. I am very dependent on my mOm’s encouragement. Managed to make my way through the death scene without imploding.
Anti racism workshop today.
My meal at IHOP was so grisly I didn’t have to pay for it.
True Detective, a new HBO show, is very good. Matthew McConaughey is REVELATORY. Who knew he could act!???? Not the same dude as Sahara, that’s for sure.
Jeff and I were looking at the various shows we’re watching, and how we’re getting the content in all kinds of different ways. Is it on the PVR? Do we buy it, rent it, Netflix it? When do we get it? It’s actually getting quite complex.
Warehouse 13 is back April 14! House of Cards is back again and President Obama has announced to the twitterverse, “no spoilers, pls.” This made me laugh quite immoderately.
I took Jeff for breakfast this morning.
Laundry is underway. When I’ve done a couple more loads I’ll run the dishwasher.
I’m a third of the way through my daily word count, but I’m going to try to double up today because I slacked off yesterday. Instead of the death scene, which gives me the shakes, I’m doing a Reddit AMA instead! How’s that for topicality….
Someone had to do it, I suppose. I reckon I’d enjoy it. I provide the link for me mOm’s entertainment.
I made meatloaf yesterday. In case I don’t remember the recipe, it’s a pound and a bit of regular ground beef, four tablespoons of Heinz chili sauce, a good shot of black pepper, ditto powdered garlic, an egg and almost half a cup of bread crumbs. I think I’ll macerate an onion next time too. Jeff proceeded to abandon the leftover Chinese food for it, so I’d say that’s a good sign.
Today, I will be putting some effort into an interview between my main character and my newly hatched CBC interviewer.
The Jazz documentary continues to dazzle, likewise Attenborough’s Blue Planet. Wars between coral species are bizarre and disgusting. “I barf my guts on you and digest you on the spot!” “Aiyee! I am fixed to one spot and cannot flee!” Also, who knew there’s a colony species of shrimp? With a queen, and workers, and burly guards with extra large claws!?
I’m singing in church on Sunday, must practice some more.
George, sputtering about his cousin Theo, “The plural of fun is not drama!”
Jeff and I have started watching Longmire. It’s loaded with some of our fave actors; Robert Taylor is totally new to us and turns out to be an Aussie; Katee Sackhoff, Bailey Chase, Gerald McRaney, Peter Weller, Lou Diamond Phillips. Well written, exquisitely shot and kinda violent, just the way I like my shows.
My refrigeration guy from the shop is trying to help me sell it because he feels sorry for me! He brought one potential buyer yesterday and we’re meeting again today with someone else.
Walked a k yesterday in the snow.
Practiced long and hard yesterday; Jeff was away for a good chunk of the day so I could really wail.
If you want to know why I’m watching Burn Notice with such rapt attention, the following piece of dialogue may provide a clue.
Do you have a plan?
Plan? Do I have a plan? No! I have tactical goals and a rough approach.
Happy, Happy sigh.
Triple amputee zombie pranks Walmart shopper.
Blasted through the last of season 1 Miss Fisher last night. I have a new crush. Nathan Page gets an expression on his face when he’s looking at Essie Davis which is extremely gratifying. Also, as I poked around the internet for more details about him everything I read about him made me think he’s probably a pretty solid customer, with extremely nice legs.
It was midnight before I was in bed… I’m trying to reset my sleep habits; going to bed at 7 is awkward.
Still no repair on internet or furnace. Re the internet, it’s working right now but will probably quit at some point later today, and as for the furnace, there’s no record that the ducts have been cleaned since Mulroney was Prime Minister (bleaugh).
Keith posted this GEM to facebook yesterday: I have a long distance relationship with reality, but it’s terribly awkward when we meet face to face. Given the scansion I think it’s a Keith original.
Oh my screaming g’s the Detroit Philly game. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Six inches of snow on the camera crew and half the football disappears when you put it down. When the player rooted double handsful of snow out of his face mask I howled.
Furnace is broken, internet is spotty. Working right now, but who knows later. It’s been like this for days now.
We’re at the end of Season 4 for Burn Notice and Jeff has declared a short moratorium. That’s okay, because I’m currently thrilling to the amazing dress sense of the lovely Phryne Fisher of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. It’s very much in the Foyle’s War category of murder mysteries, except Australian and Phryne is a SLUTTTT! A cheerful, unapologetic and unambiguous one (but sex scenes are strictly decorous and mostly off screen). She drives a Hispano Suiza! She has a gold plated pistol, which never seems to have any ammo! She is awesome. So until I get Michael Westen back, probably about a week from now, I’ll have to watch Farscape and Miss Fisher instead.
Person to see the shop yesterday didn’t show. Somebody else called, I’m showing it Tuesday.
David Simon (of the Wire) talkin”bout capitalizm.
I am thinking of going to the shooting range the next time Keith and Rob go.
I know I spend a lot of time whining, but I am really happy to be alive, and I’m writing and practicing every day, and there’s food in the fridge, and my friends love me, and my cat is cheerfully indifferent to me unless I’m crinkling packaging.
Eddie is feeling a bit better – his appetite has returned – but he’s now hiding in Jeff’s bathroom cupboard a good chunk of the time.
I have half completed my first of two new homilies (March 9 and May 11, or perhaps the other way around) and intend to have a completed draft of the first by the end of the week. mOm I should have a bit off to you shortly.
The Alberta government has tabled legislation that will prevent public sector union employees from even TALKING about striking. What unutterable bullshit! My prairie populist ancestors are whirling in their graves like a rotisserie set on stun.
Yay, Natalie Reed is blogging again. She is a queer trans blogger living in Vancouver and she can write like a m*****-******* riot.
“Get me a sniper rifle and some C4!”
“Ooo, I like where this is going.”
Apropos of nothing, the Battle Turkey of the Republic. A lovely picture of a turkey with erm accoutrements.
Apparently fist bumps are better epidemiologically.
Ziva is still unsold. I will light a candle in church today.
Oh noes! New show we’re watching is Burn Notice. It’s like The Finder met MacGyver met a star who actually does have two black belts! Bruce Campbell as the awesome buddy! Gabrielle Anwar as the awesome crazy IRA chica! Jeffrey Donovan as a guy who can have crazy eyes and puppy dog eyes in a split second! And they tell you how to make BOMBS IN EVERY EPISODE. Happy. Best of all they’ve aired the last episode, so we can watch the whole thing.
I didn’t go for a walk yesterday but I exercised HARD. My shoulder is still sore this morning.
The NFL former players are not getting a big payout for the hits they took…
And here’s the documentary Jeff and I watched, shaking our heads almost the whole time. Tragic, and so stupid! The flower of American young men broken and discarded like trash….
