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handful_ofdustLatest dispatches from the House o’ Seeg:
Cal is getting better, though slowly. Steve went down with another bout of it last night, which scared me somewhat—though it did give me a chance to get out of the house and shop while our credit is still valid, so that’s good—but (knock on wood) thinks he’s over it now, which means we can have our long-delayed birthday/anniversary night out tonight. The Hot House, then Sin City. Steve’s friend Peter will be babysitting, and I don’t envy him. But I do think a corner has been turned.
Words written since the last entry = none. I haven’t had time (I did eleven loads of laundry yesterday, swabbed everything Cal touched with Lysol wipes, etc.). But I’m thinking about it, as ever…I truly hope I don’t lose my stride. I’ll fight to make sure that doesn’t happen, much the same way I’ve fought to make time to work out every day. Because I am NOT going back to the way things were before, at least not quietly.
So thanks so much to everyone who wrote in and wished me Happy Birthday, because I really appreciate it. And tahnk you also whoever added best wishes for Cal. Whatever vibes you’re sending, they seem to work.;)
Meanwhile, just in case anybody wonders where I throw down on the last episode of Lost (warning: not for those who find overt sarcasm hideously wounding to their tender souls):
"Locke is a murderer?" Hmmm, well, let’s see—by the strictest definition of the term (killing someone simply because you want to), I’d have to cry "no" on that. That would be a bit more like…Charlie, say. Or Kate. Or Sawyer. So yeah: Charlie’s a murderer, Kate’s a murderer, Sawyer’s a murderer, and if Jack kills Locke, then Jack will be a murderer. But Locke? He’s just a guy who keeps putting his faith in all the wrong things, and now has enough charisma to pull other people into his delusions along with him. And Boone? He’s a guy who seemingly had craptastic luck all his life, the ultimate moment of it being no exception. To quote Warren Zevon, Requiescat in pace, that’s-a all she wrote.
Not to mention that, just like the last time I commented on Lost, this is already beginning to reek of "JJ Abrams you nasty nasty OTP-severer! I am SOOO peeved at you OMG for following the rules of nasty nasty drama, and doing what seems most logical with the universe you created!" They’re on an island in the middle of nowhere, people, which means—especially so here, considering how often our merry band of castaways all keep on blithely putting themselves in danger—it would have made zero sense for all of them to make it out alive by the Season One finale. That fuckin’ simple. And yes, he teased you previously with Charlie; Lawdy lawdy, Miss Clawdy, it’s called suspense. Or, hey…storytelling. That’s even MORE accurate.
So no, not a lot of commiseration from me. If you think I didn’t cry about Boone, you’d be wrong…indeed, given the amount of you who apparently spent much of the ep. STILL RELENTLESSLY HATIN’ ON KATE (you know what you remind me of, BTW? Two dorks who sat in front of me at the Strange Days premiere, literrally heckling Juliette Lewis every time she came onscreen, like they thought if they only did it long enough, she’d suddenly get the point and leave. Not that interactive, gen’lmen!), I think I probably cried a bit more than most. But people die, even people you like, and you know what? Sometimes they do it on TV, too. And it’s not a plot to break your heart and make you sad and remind you of shit you don’t want to be reminded of, tinfoil hat-wearers of the Internet at large. It’s the way things go.
And if you’re really too damn fragile to take it, I think you know where the "off" button is. So don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
What a rotten person I am! And now, I must go make sure my son is still breathing.
Cal is getting better, though slowly. Steve went down with another bout of it last night, which scared me somewhat—though it did give me a chance to get out of the house and shop while our credit is still valid, so that’s good—but (knock on wood) thinks he’s over it now, which means we can have our long-delayed birthday/anniversary night out tonight. The Hot House, then Sin City. Steve’s friend Peter will be babysitting, and I don’t envy him. But I do think a corner has been turned.
Words written since the last entry = none. I haven’t had time (I did eleven loads of laundry yesterday, swabbed everything Cal touched with Lysol wipes, etc.). But I’m thinking about it, as ever…I truly hope I don’t lose my stride. I’ll fight to make sure that doesn’t happen, much the same way I’ve fought to make time to work out every day. Because I am NOT going back to the way things were before, at least not quietly.
So thanks so much to everyone who wrote in and wished me Happy Birthday, because I really appreciate it. And tahnk you also whoever added best wishes for Cal. Whatever vibes you’re sending, they seem to work.;)
Meanwhile, just in case anybody wonders where I throw down on the last episode of Lost (warning: not for those who find overt sarcasm hideously wounding to their tender souls):
"Locke is a murderer?" Hmmm, well, let’s see—by the strictest definition of the term (killing someone simply because you want to), I’d have to cry "no" on that. That would be a bit more like…Charlie, say. Or Kate. Or Sawyer. So yeah: Charlie’s a murderer, Kate’s a murderer, Sawyer’s a murderer, and if Jack kills Locke, then Jack will be a murderer. But Locke? He’s just a guy who keeps putting his faith in all the wrong things, and now has enough charisma to pull other people into his delusions along with him. And Boone? He’s a guy who seemingly had craptastic luck all his life, the ultimate moment of it being no exception. To quote Warren Zevon, Requiescat in pace, that’s-a all she wrote.
Not to mention that, just like the last time I commented on Lost, this is already beginning to reek of "JJ Abrams you nasty nasty OTP-severer! I am SOOO peeved at you OMG for following the rules of nasty nasty drama, and doing what seems most logical with the universe you created!" They’re on an island in the middle of nowhere, people, which means—especially so here, considering how often our merry band of castaways all keep on blithely putting themselves in danger—it would have made zero sense for all of them to make it out alive by the Season One finale. That fuckin’ simple. And yes, he teased you previously with Charlie; Lawdy lawdy, Miss Clawdy, it’s called suspense. Or, hey…storytelling. That’s even MORE accurate.
So no, not a lot of commiseration from me. If you think I didn’t cry about Boone, you’d be wrong…indeed, given the amount of you who apparently spent much of the ep. STILL RELENTLESSLY HATIN’ ON KATE (you know what you remind me of, BTW? Two dorks who sat in front of me at the Strange Days premiere, literrally heckling Juliette Lewis every time she came onscreen, like they thought if they only did it long enough, she’d suddenly get the point and leave. Not that interactive, gen’lmen!), I think I probably cried a bit more than most. But people die, even people you like, and you know what? Sometimes they do it on TV, too. And it’s not a plot to break your heart and make you sad and remind you of shit you don’t want to be reminded of, tinfoil hat-wearers of the Internet at large. It’s the way things go.
And if you’re really too damn fragile to take it, I think you know where the "off" button is. So don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
What a rotten person I am! And now, I must go make sure my son is still breathing.
