Summertime, and the Living is Bilious
Cal is sweaty and crazy, standing more and more often (sometimes deliberately, or so I believe), and has developed a slightly unhealthy relationship with his father's terry-cloth bathrobe. He seemed to have a good time with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agincourtgirl today, for which I'm increasingly grateful; this was the double-class day, with Friday looming as the quadruple-class marathon. On the one hand, it was the same lecture twice in a row, which made it easier to replicate in some ways; on the other hand, the second class consisted mainly of A) the only three people to show up on time plus B) three other people I'd had to kick out of the previous class for not showing up on time. And the few members of the rest of the class who did show up—far too late to be let in—were really surly and assinine about it: No, actually, it’s not my business why you’re late. Sorry about your Dad being in hospital, sorry about that equipment you had to take back, sorry about the buses, whatever: Make it up on your own time. As in the fabled Real World, this is simply the way that works. Etc.
And then there’s the fact that Steve keeps on rubbing salt in his own wounds, almost reflexively, like that’s all he wants to use his free time for—reading NOW pretty much to troll for stuff to get pissed off by, writing endless letters to the paper(s), surfing for anti-same sex marriage support. I suppose I’m happy if he’s truly happier than he was when he was the only person playing apologist for the Catholic faith on his geekboard of choice, but the idea of him dsiappearing down some neo-Conservative black hole does disturb me a tad: He’s my husband, father of my son, and thus I don’t want to think about him getting off on being able to practice what I still very seriously consider hate-speech. All part of the compromises of modern marriage? Maybe. Jesus H.
At any rate: For those who are interested, he and I will be at Toronto Trek over the weekend. I’ll be carrying around the usual load of Kissing Carrions and Worm…s, trolling for sales, available to drink and/or talk with fans and friends alike. We’ll have parked Cal with the Barringers in Mississauga for much of it, but I’ll have photos with me. Stunning stuff, I know…
And now, in no particular order:
1) Have I not yet made it clear how just much I hate and envy everyone who gets to watch Battlestar Galactica 2003 Season Two looooong before any of us peons from the place where the damn thing’s actually made ever will? Well, I really do. Ha ha on you, America, you smug bastards.;)
2) Similarly, this whole Stargate: Atlantis thing is making me laugh like a drain, even more so than the enduring mystery that is Due South. Granted, I too enjoy the stylings of Callum Keith Rennie, but dudes: The idea of all y’all swapping copies of Wilby Wonderful like they shed crack at will is funny beyond belief, as is the sudden mass sex god-ization of David Hewlett. Is this a fetish spread by meme everywhere the Internet is available? Should I, and every other Canadian, be scared?
3) Watched an episode of The Inside tonight, which left me not only unimpressed but vaguely sickened—it’s possibly one of the dumbest "smart" shows I’ve ever seen, full of characters who act like perversity is a virtue, then complain about how odd and loveless their dark, dark world is, yadda yadda poor fucking them. WOW, what a waste of what looks like at least $3 million per episode.
Okay, on to some real work, now that the sun/my son are both down for the night. Tomorrow Steve and I may go see Fantastic Four as a Movies for Mommies screening, and introduce Cal to the wonders of DTS sound. He has to learn sometime, after all.
agincourtgirl today, for which I'm increasingly grateful; this was the double-class day, with Friday looming as the quadruple-class marathon. On the one hand, it was the same lecture twice in a row, which made it easier to replicate in some ways; on the other hand, the second class consisted mainly of A) the only three people to show up on time plus B) three other people I'd had to kick out of the previous class for not showing up on time. And the few members of the rest of the class who did show up—far too late to be let in—were really surly and assinine about it: No, actually, it’s not my business why you’re late. Sorry about your Dad being in hospital, sorry about that equipment you had to take back, sorry about the buses, whatever: Make it up on your own time. As in the fabled Real World, this is simply the way that works. Etc.And then there’s the fact that Steve keeps on rubbing salt in his own wounds, almost reflexively, like that’s all he wants to use his free time for—reading NOW pretty much to troll for stuff to get pissed off by, writing endless letters to the paper(s), surfing for anti-same sex marriage support. I suppose I’m happy if he’s truly happier than he was when he was the only person playing apologist for the Catholic faith on his geekboard of choice, but the idea of him dsiappearing down some neo-Conservative black hole does disturb me a tad: He’s my husband, father of my son, and thus I don’t want to think about him getting off on being able to practice what I still very seriously consider hate-speech. All part of the compromises of modern marriage? Maybe. Jesus H.
At any rate: For those who are interested, he and I will be at Toronto Trek over the weekend. I’ll be carrying around the usual load of Kissing Carrions and Worm…s, trolling for sales, available to drink and/or talk with fans and friends alike. We’ll have parked Cal with the Barringers in Mississauga for much of it, but I’ll have photos with me. Stunning stuff, I know…
And now, in no particular order:
1) Have I not yet made it clear how just much I hate and envy everyone who gets to watch Battlestar Galactica 2003 Season Two looooong before any of us peons from the place where the damn thing’s actually made ever will? Well, I really do. Ha ha on you, America, you smug bastards.;)
2) Similarly, this whole Stargate: Atlantis thing is making me laugh like a drain, even more so than the enduring mystery that is Due South. Granted, I too enjoy the stylings of Callum Keith Rennie, but dudes: The idea of all y’all swapping copies of Wilby Wonderful like they shed crack at will is funny beyond belief, as is the sudden mass sex god-ization of David Hewlett. Is this a fetish spread by meme everywhere the Internet is available? Should I, and every other Canadian, be scared?
3) Watched an episode of The Inside tonight, which left me not only unimpressed but vaguely sickened—it’s possibly one of the dumbest "smart" shows I’ve ever seen, full of characters who act like perversity is a virtue, then complain about how odd and loveless their dark, dark world is, yadda yadda poor fucking them. WOW, what a waste of what looks like at least $3 million per episode.
Okay, on to some real work, now that the sun/my son are both down for the night. Tomorrow Steve and I may go see Fantastic Four as a Movies for Mommies screening, and introduce Cal to the wonders of DTS sound. He has to learn sometime, after all.