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May. 19th, 2015 01:46 pmThe long weekend was, indeed, very long. Cal was nuts for most of it, and I spent a good deal of Saturday feeling like a small animal was chewing its way out of my skull. Yesterday we went to the Harbourfront Kids' Circus Festival, staying there solidly from almost the beginning to the not-so-bitter end, and it was pretty good, though Steve managed to burn the fuck out of himself. I got red near the hairline, that's about it. (The only other interesting thing that happened was that I actually managed to spend all three of my Additionelle coupons for a savings of $150 out of $300-plus. I got bras, leggings, a summer skort, three tank-tops and a pair of bike shorts, and wore at least three of these items all Monday, so they definitely work; go me. Every once in a while, I manage some extraordinarily minor feminine thing and feel weirdly like celebrating.;))
In terms of work, meanwhile, the drought continues. I'm not particularly inspired, which sucks, so I'm trying to pretend my brain is grinding away in second gear for a reason--like it's coming up with stuff in my sleep, or whatever. I have in fact just earlier today gotten a nice potential twist for "That Girl (Is A God damn Problem)", if and when I return to it, which I need to. But otherwise it's hard to rouse myself, and that's a difficulty of its own. Ah well; all the more time to do all that real shit I should be doing anyways.
As we swing closer to sumer, meanwhile, it's turnover season--a bunch of shows are ending, after which a bunch more will start up. Hannibal's scheduled for early June, for example.;) Tonight it's The Flash, and last night it was The Following, series finale as well as season finale. Like I said, I never expected it to last this long, so the farewell's sort of bittersweet, not least because much as I enjoy it I truly can't tell you it was ever anything but trash. But it was MY trash, and I'm going to miss it nonetheless.
Okay, back to nothing.
Amended to add: What with all the photos coming out of the Suicide Squad set, I'm getting a real urge to write an essay called "Wound As Superpower: Bad Female Role Models I Love," which would discuss my love for fucked-up comics ladies like Harley Quinn, Nekra, Nightshade, Scandal Savage, Poison Ivy, Typhoid Mary, Mystique, Catwoman, etcetera. And how I keep hoping for them to be covered the way I want them to be covered in adaptations to other media, but doubt they will/can be. A lot of my cisswapping urges, as I've discussed before, come from wanting female characters who are just as fucked up as their male counterparts, just as open to greyness and cyclical redemption/relapse arcs, but I'd also like to talk about craziness and sexiness and how those qualities feed directly into female supervillains/antiheroines. Anyhow. Probably need some time for that, but it'd be worth it, I think. You tell me.
In terms of work, meanwhile, the drought continues. I'm not particularly inspired, which sucks, so I'm trying to pretend my brain is grinding away in second gear for a reason--like it's coming up with stuff in my sleep, or whatever. I have in fact just earlier today gotten a nice potential twist for "That Girl (Is A God damn Problem)", if and when I return to it, which I need to. But otherwise it's hard to rouse myself, and that's a difficulty of its own. Ah well; all the more time to do all that real shit I should be doing anyways.
As we swing closer to sumer, meanwhile, it's turnover season--a bunch of shows are ending, after which a bunch more will start up. Hannibal's scheduled for early June, for example.;) Tonight it's The Flash, and last night it was The Following, series finale as well as season finale. Like I said, I never expected it to last this long, so the farewell's sort of bittersweet, not least because much as I enjoy it I truly can't tell you it was ever anything but trash. But it was MY trash, and I'm going to miss it nonetheless.
Okay, back to nothing.
Amended to add: What with all the photos coming out of the Suicide Squad set, I'm getting a real urge to write an essay called "Wound As Superpower: Bad Female Role Models I Love," which would discuss my love for fucked-up comics ladies like Harley Quinn, Nekra, Nightshade, Scandal Savage, Poison Ivy, Typhoid Mary, Mystique, Catwoman, etcetera. And how I keep hoping for them to be covered the way I want them to be covered in adaptations to other media, but doubt they will/can be. A lot of my cisswapping urges, as I've discussed before, come from wanting female characters who are just as fucked up as their male counterparts, just as open to greyness and cyclical redemption/relapse arcs, but I'd also like to talk about craziness and sexiness and how those qualities feed directly into female supervillains/antiheroines. Anyhow. Probably need some time for that, but it'd be worth it, I think. You tell me.
