My Exciting Life. No, really ...
Nov. 8th, 2013 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prunesquallormdIt's been so long since I've posted properly. You know what it's like, the longer you leave it, the less it feels like there's anything of interest to write. And well, life is mostly kind of dull, so yeah. Oh well, I'll sit and type for a bit with American Horror Story in the background.
I'm only 4 episodes into American Horror Story and mostly I'm enjoying it, I think. It was certainly appropriate viewing for Halloween week, though, as I've previously mentioned to a few people (and as I was warned before I watched it) the undertone (and sometimes overtone) of sexual violence is pretty awful. It's a highly regrettable staple of horror films generally, of course, though I really don't know why it should have to be (Lovecraft has his failings and they're many, but that's not one of them, and that's one of the reasons I like his stories). The first episode was almost unbearably scary (for me at least) and I don't think I would have been able to keep watching if it had carried on like that but it calmed down and it's now just very disturbing and creepy and I can mostly cope with that.
I guess the question a number of people are asking (with American Horror Story and Glee as primary sources of evidence) is: is Ryan Murphy a misogynist?
I know my answer to that question.
Halloween week was nice. I didn't get as much writing done as I'd wanted but I'm almost 2000 words into the last chapter of the story I've been working on for the last 3 years or so, so go me :)
I'm not sure what I'll do when I've finished it. It's a long time to have something going round your head on a daily basis and it'll feel so odd to not have it there any more.
I had my own little internal display for fireworks night. I hate fireworks night. It's loud, busy and unpleasant. Hate it, hate it, hate it :(
So yeah, I was in the bath for over an hour (it was a good book) and it just seemed to me that the air was getting and more acrid, and there really weren't that many many fireworks going off that close to my house (even though I can mostly see and hear the big display in the park from here). I closed the window but it really didn't make that much difference. And then I remembered that I'd left my pumpkin soup to heat up and I'd forgotten to turn down the heat. When I went into the kitchen, I literally couldn't see my hand in front of my face and it took three or four attempts to unlock the back door because I couldn't breathe so I had to keep running back out of the room. At least I found out that one of the smoke alarms work, even if it didn't go off until the smoke had had a little while to drift upstairs. Apparently I need to replace the one downstairs, cos it's as much use as a chocolate fireguard.
It's been 3 full days and my home still smells like a bonfire :( One of the nice things about not smoking is not having your home stink, but yeah, now not so much. Presumably the smell will fade some time? I hope so cos it's really icky.
After 3 overnights in 5 weeks and 4 standard duties in about 6, I had a 6 hour training day last Sunday, from 9am till 3 :(. It might - might - have been bearable if someone hadn't decided that they they wanted us to mingle. So we we were assigned tables and, ooh, look, I found myself next to about the only person in the branch I really dislike. And even if I hadn't been, there are few things that I find more agonising than being forced to be sociable and chatty, and make small talk. Maybe the people who arranged it thought they were just trying to help, but yeah, no.
I stuck out the morning session (which was the compulsory bit anyway) and then just didn't turn up after lunch.
The training was in the basement of the Roman Catholic cathedral so I popped into the service at lunch. I was unlucky enough to catch Communion (AKA the boring bit) and it turns out that while Liverpool's Roman Catholic Cathedral is an extraordinary building, it's really not a welcoming space, at all. I would have been interested to see some of the actual service, but not interested enough to stay there. (Conversely, at some point I'll have to post the pictures I took of the Lady Chapel at the Anglican, which is soooo pretty. It seems odd to describe it as cute and intimate (given the size of it) but compared to the size of the building as a whole (and it's just ridiculously big) it does seem that way.
Oh, and I finally got tickets to go see Fields of the Nephilim and The Mission in Leeds in December. Yay :D It's on a Sunday, which is a faff, but I'm still looking forward to it. I've never seen The Mission (though I have seen Wayne Hussey doing a solo acoustic set, and he was very good, despite a very rude audience a lot of whom seemed to want to spend most of the set talking and not listening) but I've seen Fields of the Nephilim twice and both times they were amazing. And they're my favourite band ever, and Elizium is my favourite album in the whole, wide world. So there's that.
The first time I saw them I was 17 and I went with Neil then too. It'll be strange to see them with him again all this time later (24 years O_O) and sad too. Obviously, he's had a horrible year, but he's putting a brave face on it. Maybe having 2 children under 11 to look after might not give him all that much time to grieve, though I kind of doubt that. He's not one for talking about feelings mostly.
Righty, I think I've finished rambling.
I think I might watch some Community before I pass out.
Have I ever posted this? I'm not a huge fan of Bruce Springsteen but this is a great song, and it's a lovely cover.
I'm only 4 episodes into American Horror Story and mostly I'm enjoying it, I think. It was certainly appropriate viewing for Halloween week, though, as I've previously mentioned to a few people (and as I was warned before I watched it) the undertone (and sometimes overtone) of sexual violence is pretty awful. It's a highly regrettable staple of horror films generally, of course, though I really don't know why it should have to be (Lovecraft has his failings and they're many, but that's not one of them, and that's one of the reasons I like his stories). The first episode was almost unbearably scary (for me at least) and I don't think I would have been able to keep watching if it had carried on like that but it calmed down and it's now just very disturbing and creepy and I can mostly cope with that.
I guess the question a number of people are asking (with American Horror Story and Glee as primary sources of evidence) is: is Ryan Murphy a misogynist?
I know my answer to that question.
Halloween week was nice. I didn't get as much writing done as I'd wanted but I'm almost 2000 words into the last chapter of the story I've been working on for the last 3 years or so, so go me :)
I'm not sure what I'll do when I've finished it. It's a long time to have something going round your head on a daily basis and it'll feel so odd to not have it there any more.
I had my own little internal display for fireworks night. I hate fireworks night. It's loud, busy and unpleasant. Hate it, hate it, hate it :(
So yeah, I was in the bath for over an hour (it was a good book) and it just seemed to me that the air was getting and more acrid, and there really weren't that many many fireworks going off that close to my house (even though I can mostly see and hear the big display in the park from here). I closed the window but it really didn't make that much difference. And then I remembered that I'd left my pumpkin soup to heat up and I'd forgotten to turn down the heat. When I went into the kitchen, I literally couldn't see my hand in front of my face and it took three or four attempts to unlock the back door because I couldn't breathe so I had to keep running back out of the room. At least I found out that one of the smoke alarms work, even if it didn't go off until the smoke had had a little while to drift upstairs. Apparently I need to replace the one downstairs, cos it's as much use as a chocolate fireguard.
It's been 3 full days and my home still smells like a bonfire :( One of the nice things about not smoking is not having your home stink, but yeah, now not so much. Presumably the smell will fade some time? I hope so cos it's really icky.
After 3 overnights in 5 weeks and 4 standard duties in about 6, I had a 6 hour training day last Sunday, from 9am till 3 :(. It might - might - have been bearable if someone hadn't decided that they they wanted us to mingle. So we we were assigned tables and, ooh, look, I found myself next to about the only person in the branch I really dislike. And even if I hadn't been, there are few things that I find more agonising than being forced to be sociable and chatty, and make small talk. Maybe the people who arranged it thought they were just trying to help, but yeah, no.
I stuck out the morning session (which was the compulsory bit anyway) and then just didn't turn up after lunch.
The training was in the basement of the Roman Catholic cathedral so I popped into the service at lunch. I was unlucky enough to catch Communion (AKA the boring bit) and it turns out that while Liverpool's Roman Catholic Cathedral is an extraordinary building, it's really not a welcoming space, at all. I would have been interested to see some of the actual service, but not interested enough to stay there. (Conversely, at some point I'll have to post the pictures I took of the Lady Chapel at the Anglican, which is soooo pretty. It seems odd to describe it as cute and intimate (given the size of it) but compared to the size of the building as a whole (and it's just ridiculously big) it does seem that way.
Oh, and I finally got tickets to go see Fields of the Nephilim and The Mission in Leeds in December. Yay :D It's on a Sunday, which is a faff, but I'm still looking forward to it. I've never seen The Mission (though I have seen Wayne Hussey doing a solo acoustic set, and he was very good, despite a very rude audience a lot of whom seemed to want to spend most of the set talking and not listening) but I've seen Fields of the Nephilim twice and both times they were amazing. And they're my favourite band ever, and Elizium is my favourite album in the whole, wide world. So there's that.
The first time I saw them I was 17 and I went with Neil then too. It'll be strange to see them with him again all this time later (24 years O_O) and sad too. Obviously, he's had a horrible year, but he's putting a brave face on it. Maybe having 2 children under 11 to look after might not give him all that much time to grieve, though I kind of doubt that. He's not one for talking about feelings mostly.
Righty, I think I've finished rambling.
I think I might watch some Community before I pass out.
Have I ever posted this? I'm not a huge fan of Bruce Springsteen but this is a great song, and it's a lovely cover.
