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Mar. 30th, 2013 08:38 pmI apparently took the week off posting art recs, but I also took the week off research, PhD hunting, and being a responsible human being as well as being on vacation, so, okay. I have instead been -- well, I was reading a lot, but -- mainlining Spooks, a.k.a. MI-Everyone You Love Will Die, at a rate of roughly 2.3 days per season. I really want to watch The Hobbit, but I can't seem to stop watching Spooks, and unfortunately I still have another 52 episodes to go. (Fannish life is clearly the most productive life.)
Let's be honest, though, the thing that's surprised me the most so far in Spooks is Andy Serkis playing a human.
I had a craving, so I started rereading Dragonlance for...I honestly don't know, kicks? (This is the original trilogy, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, Dragons of Winter Night, and Dragons of Spring Dawning.) I'm about a third of the way through Dragons of Autumn Twilight right now and...yeah, okay, I don't even know what to say about this. I'd somehow completely managed to forget Tanis had a beard and also that Tas even existed. (I haven't read those books in a really long time.)
I keep walking into the store and buying tea. This means I now have nineteen different kinds of tea. I...don't even know what to say about this. This includes five packages I haven't even opened yet, because WHAT EVEN.)
The other day I went to the library and I almost walked into the Leicester City Coroner's Office instead. There's the first chapter of a murder mystery novel somewhere in there. (In my defense, they're almost right next to each other and the entrances look virtually identical, except one says "Leicester Central Library" and the other says "Leicester City Coroner." BIG DIFFERENCE.)
My right wrist has started twinging again. I'm hoping that this is only because I've started doing fairly intensive cables in my knitting and that's just my wrist coping with being in unfamiliar positions and not my previous wrist disaster coming back, since it doesn't hurt the same way.
Desperately need to get my hair trimmed, which means I eventually have to walk into a salon and ask for an appointment. Anyone who says that long hair is easy to take care of is a fucking liar. I like having long hair, I like being able to do things with it, but I kind of feel like it's at the point where it's too long to do things with most of the time, so it ends up in a French or a Dutch braid a lot. (Though I'm now at the point where I can put it in a French braid and it will actually stay in, which I wasn't at about two months ago, so yay for that.)
Only one day until I can once again tell the story of how my dog ate the Easter Bunny.
Let's be honest, though, the thing that's surprised me the most so far in Spooks is Andy Serkis playing a human.
I had a craving, so I started rereading Dragonlance for...I honestly don't know, kicks? (This is the original trilogy, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, Dragons of Winter Night, and Dragons of Spring Dawning.) I'm about a third of the way through Dragons of Autumn Twilight right now and...yeah, okay, I don't even know what to say about this. I'd somehow completely managed to forget Tanis had a beard and also that Tas even existed. (I haven't read those books in a really long time.)
I keep walking into the store and buying tea. This means I now have nineteen different kinds of tea. I...don't even know what to say about this. This includes five packages I haven't even opened yet, because WHAT EVEN.)
The other day I went to the library and I almost walked into the Leicester City Coroner's Office instead. There's the first chapter of a murder mystery novel somewhere in there. (In my defense, they're almost right next to each other and the entrances look virtually identical, except one says "Leicester Central Library" and the other says "Leicester City Coroner." BIG DIFFERENCE.)
My right wrist has started twinging again. I'm hoping that this is only because I've started doing fairly intensive cables in my knitting and that's just my wrist coping with being in unfamiliar positions and not my previous wrist disaster coming back, since it doesn't hurt the same way.
Desperately need to get my hair trimmed, which means I eventually have to walk into a salon and ask for an appointment. Anyone who says that long hair is easy to take care of is a fucking liar. I like having long hair, I like being able to do things with it, but I kind of feel like it's at the point where it's too long to do things with most of the time, so it ends up in a French or a Dutch braid a lot. (Though I'm now at the point where I can put it in a French braid and it will actually stay in, which I wasn't at about two months ago, so yay for that.)
Only one day until I can once again tell the story of how my dog ate the Easter Bunny.