Weapons of Class Destruction

Oh, True Blood. Just because I haven't seen it before, doesn't mean I ever needed to. The pacing is just so crazy off this season. I felt overwhelmed, crushed under an unpleasant pile of weirdness and one of Sookie's worst plans ever! Ah well, there are bound to be some... well, it wasn't exactly a stinker so much as it was BZUH?!

Feeling el crapola lately. I hate having a defunct brain, I hate it even more when it prevents me from doing even the fun stuff. Sighs.

Peace, Ghani

So... I've been sort of absent lately, and that's mostly because I've just felt sort of blah lately, between the heat and just general anxiety issues. Went to get my hair cut last Friday; my sister's regular hairdresser was snotty to her and I ended up with just some random woman who... really didn't seem to know what she was doing. Needless to say, it doesn't look great (which is why no pictures, when you got such lovely ones of me back in December!)

I also realized that I've basically lost all of that built up immunity I've had for going out in public, which is depressing, honestly. I used to go on trips to see my friends and do a modest amount of shopping. Sighs. I suppose, when things even out again with both mine and my sister's lives, I can start the process of building it up again, but... there it is, le sigh.

Shutter Island: A Short Review - ( Spoilers )

Night at The Museum 2: An Even Shorter Review - Hank Azaria, I love you! Greek kick-ass power! The movie was cute, though I'm not sure why the filmmakers thought kids'd be so captivated by the romance between Larry and Amelia Earhart. A nice way to spend a couple of hours, not outstanding but pleasant.

Alice in Wonderland - You Guessed It, A short Review - Loved it. Was surprised at how much I loved it, even though everyone I know recommended it. I adore Mia Wasikowska. Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter was excellent!

Haven't gotten out to see any of the summer movies (see: above). Was hoping to see Prince of Persia or A-Team (my childhood demanded it!), but it didn't happen. Last Air Bender is still on the horizon and of course Harry Potter!

True Blood 3x01: ( spoilers )

Doctor Who: Love, love, love the new season. Matt Smith, you are a wonder! And to think I ever doubted you or Karen Gillan! It took a bit for the season to get going, in my opinion, but it's been absolutely divine since "Time of the Angels"! Oh and River Song! I could not love you more, though I already do from what I knew of you in last season, and I'd thought that was impossible back then!

Peace, Ghani

Okay, so I totally fail because I'm writing here again to apologize for my fail, with not being around and all. Health issues continue. Apparently, the food poisoning was the last straw with my stomach, because I seem to have a shiny new bleeding ulcer now! Understandably, I'm not feeling my best, and my allergies are acting up besides. Ah, spring! And an ulcer.

As for LOST--Ricardo, mi amor! Ghani approves of romance novel cover!Richard, and of Isabelle and what turned into a very touching story with a very pro-active Jacob!

Peace, Ghani

I'm still feeling exhausted, mentally but more so physically; it's hard to get my ass to do anything nowadays and I wake up feeling just as tired as when I went to sleep. My sister assures me that this is just because the both of us were so sick and we're recovering from, well, recovery, but, honestly? I haven't felt like this for a long time, since I had mono in middle school. Like I could just sleep all day and that there's not even enough energy in me to walk to the bathroom. I'm also aware that depression can make me feel this way but I don't think that's what it is; I'm feeling like I'm in a pretty good place lately. I dunno, maybe my sister's right?

In other news, congrats Kathryn Bigelow! Been a fan for a long time, don't know of any directors, male or female, who are as honest and brutal as she can be, or who have given pop culture such enduring images (Point Break, my friends; that's all I have to say. Well, that and, "Have you ever fired a gun into the air and said 'Ahhhh!?' "No, I have never fired a gun into the air and said, 'Ahhh!'!") Near Dark happens to be one of my favorite movies of all time, and Strange Days had its appeal in my teenage years.

Also, tell me, LOSTie friends o' mine, am I the only one who thinks that the only thing Sayid has ever truly wanted and died in his arms is not, in fact, boring ol' Nadia but Shannon? We know Maggie Grace will guest star later this season, and that Cuse and Lindeloff have said that they ahd a "really interesting story" for her, which means she won't just be passing someone on a street. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but it seems as if all the fans I know in real life give me the blank stare when I bring it up, like it's never even occurred to them and they can't even remember that that was how Shannon died.... shrugs. It's be awesome.

Peace, Ghani

So, I have the flu. Which seemed really bad until my sister told me this morning that she coughed up a big globule of blood. She left early for work to see the doctor who, apparently, told her that it was probably due to a combination of her fibrosis and inflammation from having the same sickness that now plagues me last week. My sister tried to make everything sound all right but, truthfully? It scares the shit out of me. Plus, on top of all of that, I have the flu, as I have mentioned. Sighs.

Suck.

I'm waiting on my mailman (who's been taking freaking forever!) to see if GameFly actually sent me Mass Effect 2. Seriously, they're shipping sucks so much ass, it's ridiculous. Going to lie down now, and have some soup. I suspect I'll never want to eat soup again when I'm better! :-P

Peace, Ghani

Watching Ben Stein's Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed on TV at the moment; watched it with my sister last year but I just happened to turn the channel to it right when he's visiting Hadamar, one of the Action T4 extermination sites. It's the first time, other than my sister's book obviously, that I've seen T4 addressed in popular culture and not only is it easy to be horrified and awed by the Nazis careless disregard for life, but it's intensely moving to see Ben Stein's own quietly emotional reaction. We hear so much about the actions of the Nazis that when we interact with a part of it on a very personal level, the depth of their corruption and degradation is still shocking.

And that's my deep thought of the day. I know, gentle flisters, that I've been rather FAIL lately regarding LJ. I am reading, and I try to comment where and when I can, but I find myself feeling rather... wistful as of late, suffering from a bit of the ol' ennui. I've been inundating you with Porn Battle IX entries and for that I apologize! I've really been hoping to shake myself out of the 'blahs' by cranking out a few fanfics.

My original Porn Battle goal was to write a story a day, but from the beginning I knew that wasn't going to happen, and also, if I tried, the quality was going to suffer a bit. Now, I think people have been exceedingly nice and generous to me and I've gotten dynamite feedback, but being the little A-type perfectionist I myself am, I'm a bit disappointed with some of my own writings. On the other hand, I think I've at least approached, danced around the edges, of some of my best work. So I'd call that a win!

I'm particularly proud of my Inglourious Basterds piece (and eternally grateful to lastwordslinger for giving me the inspiration for it!) and a little pissed at the fact that whoever archived that page of original posts somehow seemed to have skipped right over it. Sighs. So, my favorite of my pieces is now nearly impossible to find or even for someone looking to realize it exists! Poo.

Working on a Susan Pevensie/Caspian fic today. Trying desperately not to make it too dark. And not really succeeding, LOL! Yes, I'm one of those who have more than a slight problem with Lewis' treatment of Susan and that keeps sort of leaking into it. I still want to get that Lancelot/Morgana one done before PB ends as well. Heather Dale's Exile (also the prompt - exiles) is making for the perfect muse but i think I might actually be smutting myself out, bwahahahaha!

Peace, Ghani

Insomnia kicking my ass; took pill that makes me groggy last night and am predictably groggy, but I also slept. Think I'll try it for a few more nights until I become so groggy I don't function; hopefully it'll be enough to break my current sleep pattern. In the meantime, enjoy some moments of Boosh zen straight from Dave Brown's (Bollo) Twitter!




Peace, Ghani

So, what have I been up to the past couple of days? Certainly I haven't been keeping up around here like I usually like to, so I apologize for that. My sister came home from work early on her birthday (Thursday) because she was feeling ill and now it seems as if she's got the flu, which is bad news with her immune system and worse news in that it seems to have moved into her lungs. She lost her voice and could barely speak (and no bratty little sibling comments about that, heh!) and really just wanted to have a lie down. We celebrated what she called her birthday de facto the next day, watched a Psycho sequel (don't ask--they're her favorite movies, obviously the original Hitchcock but also the really crappy sequels made in the 80s), The Invisible Man Returns (I've seen many a classic Universal monster movie but this one was just... boring as snot!) and The Invisible Woman (not boring--quite fun, in fact!) I made her a lovely cake, if I do say so myself, especially because I'm crap at baking and have never attempted angel food cake previously.

Thing is, on Friday, I woke up all... wrong, and was even prepared to pick a fight with my sister, which she seemed to sense and we almost got at each other. Luckily, she went to the grocery store with my brother, I had a good cry at nothing, and I felt better afterward. I can't tell if I'm getting sick or if this is the work of that dastardly Tranzene, which I've lowered the dosage on again and I'm suffering quite a bit of withdrawal from. We had a good day of it anyway.

And then today, well, I finally went to get my glasses replaced. For anyone who doesn't know, my glasses fell apart. And my spare pair were ruined when my sister's dog dragged me face first into a nearby brick wall. Well, I twisted them back into something resembling their right shape, though that's thrown the screw off, and it was just obvious I needed a new pair. JC Penny's was running a special and though it was a scrape to say the very least to afford it and food at the same time, I was tumbled out of bed this morning and off we went to the mall before these fall apart as well. And then they told us it'll be one to two weeks. I'm assuming this is a Penny's thing as I've never waited that long for glasses in my life! So I'm struggling to keep these together just a liiiitle while longer and see through one lens that is mostly scratched up.

For fun, we had a look-see around the neighboring Halloween store. The life-size zombies scared the crap out of me and, uncharacteristically of my post eleven years-old years, I wouldn't go near them. And all the women's costumes were sexy this and sexy that. Rolls eyes. If I wanted that, I'd just go to X Mart, thank you very much! Though they did have this awesome V from V for Vendetta costume and I wants it now! I seem to have totally lost my train of thought and I'm just babbling now 'cause I'm tired and I'm feeling a bit... Well, it can only be described as 'oogie.'

The moral of the story? Er, don't get overpriced porn costumes at Halloween stores when you can get them directly from a lingerie store? I know I had a point at one point... xP Or, I like to think I did. And it's really, really depressing to post a meme and get no responses. That's a completely separate point, but still a valid one. I think I'll go lie down while I can fool myself into thinking I'm still ahead!

Peace, Ghani

So, we began in earnest to clear out our roach-infested garage of our possible roach-infested clutter yesterday. I was surprised at what a difference just one box made (and that it was one I was concerned about because it had a lot of important stuff in it, most of which made it through). But it got me thinking. Because I told my brother and sister to throw out a fair bit of all of that cutesy little mess I used to have lining my shelves, all of the junk I'd accumulated for one reason or another: fast food cups full of pens and little favors people had given me. Unfortunately, my cup of thumb tacks which means no hanging posters for me for a little while, until I can buy some more. It was quite a collection, sighs.

When we moved out of the house, I had clutched to that stuff so desperately. After all, moving from one house to another just three years before, I had just transported all that stuff from one place to another and set up my space, you know? But it's just sat, for better or for worse, in the garage these past four years. And it's made me wonder about my waning attachment.

This can be seen as good: certainly it's practical, and my sister even told me she was proud of me for it. But on a deeper emotional level, what's happening? Should I be worried that the things that used to comfort and define my personal space hold only the fading resonance of sentimentality to me? My room still remains more or less bare, and to me that's sort of symbolized the rut I've been in; sure, it's great my mind isn't cluttered, right? But what about all of that interesting mess, the eccentric defining and decorating of personal space. Am I ready to start anew, ready to begin collecting more and different types of things, or is this the perfect external example of my own discomfort within my own skin?

Sometimes it genuinely feels like I'm moving forward, but most of the time I feel like I'm stuck, like a skipping record. My indifference to see all of that stuff go, rather than feel refreshing or cleansing or whatever, made me feel more uncertain. Made me realize it's been a long, long time since I not only felt comfortable with my surroundings, but within my own body--the worse problem.

On a side note, no one should have to suffer debilitating PMS twice in one month, for that is the very definition of suckage!

Peace, Ghani

So, today my sister was unofficially diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis, the official diagnosis will come soon when she sees a specialist but our doctor's certain. Which is what we were scared about. In short, the scar tissue in her lungs is building up in such a way that it's restricting her air passages; it's treatable, but not reversible, so the question is how quickly is it advancing? Once we determine that, we'll know how she's going to be treated. This will all lead to a lung transplant in what I hope ends up being the far future, but she's just always been so sick.

So just... pray for her, if you can spare a thought.