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Tomorrow I will re-enpicture the finished woven scarf. The phonecam shots taken in the evening (even with the big lamps on) suck.

I put the loom back in the box.

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I watched several George Carlin specials this weekend. I also listened to Pay It Forward.

Pay It Forward as a phrase has become part of our culture, but quite clearly no one using that phrase has any fucking clue what it actually means. I didn't agree that the movie was a "gentle drama" which is how Netflix describes it. It's a movie about a boy who lives in Las Vegas with an alcoholic single mother who hits him, who thinks life completely sucks and when challenged to find a way to improve the world he decides to do the hard things that help people and challenge them to help three people themselves in return. It stars Haley Joel Osment and I've only seen him in two movies but he's Kenny-from-Southpark in both of them. Generally I think child abuse, main character death, addiction, suicide attempts, and hopelessness are not "gentle" topics. I'm not sure there are any interpretations where that would be an acceptable adjective for this movie.

Then we watched cartoon movies. We'd apparently missed the Superman Batman Apocalypse movie, and Batman Under the Red Hood (or something like that). It was weird because the animation and story in the Red Hood one were vastly superior but the characterization was vastly superior in the Apocalypse one. And both of these tripped one of my peeves. The idea that the good guys cannot ever kill anyone, no matter how much they deserve it, no matter anything. It's really hard for me to see Batman not killing the Joker as heroic since he knows the Joker will kill hundreds of other people and has already done so. It really bothered me that no one killed Darkseid's Granny even when it would have been trivial to do so. If you're actively damning dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people by your inactions, that's actually evil and consequently you cannot be a hero.

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I'm giving up on The Red Pyramid which was recommended by someone here on DW in one of the book groups. I'm shocked that the Percy Jackson book got made into a movie but the Gregor books did not, because at least Gregor wasn't actively moronic.

That makes my book count for the year -1.

It's one of those days. It feels like I should be doing something, but it's sort of a holiday. My SO is home today, so we went to lunch. We got home and there is someone vacuuming where I can hear it. I don't know what they're vacuuming, but it's obviously a folded space where several square miles fit into the typical apartment size area. After about 5 minutes I closed the window. After about 10 minutes I pulled the drapes and at the 15 minute mark, I got my headphones. [It's been more than an hour now... Gods. I should really hire an answering service and advertise as "Thor's Smiting Hotline" even if we didn't do anything, it would be honestly nice to have somewhere to call when you have a complaint but nothing can be done about it.]

One of my favorite songs is on: Sisters of Mercy's "When You Don't See Me". *shrug* I really like depressing music. Generally the angstier it is, the better I like it. It's strange because most people prefer balladic or love songs or things that don't have much emotional stridency. I don't want to sound judgmental but most people seem to like music that's the auditory equivalent of a Harlequin novel. I feel like that shouldn't be judgmental because I like those kinds of books where you know you're going to have trivial conflicts and easily understood semi-plot that results in the Happily Ever After.

(Remind me that I owe you all a story with a young woman named "Happi-Leah" I would really love to mock that.)

Recently I was asked if I like classical music. It's hard to imagine anyone having anything to say against it. Most of the time classical music is used as the baseline that no one can dislike. Obviously that's not the same as liking it, but something that's often used as background music, it's hard to have a defined opinion about it.

I like instrumental music when I'm writing. Can't stand to have worded music while writing any more than most people can have someone reciting phone numbers while they're counting a jar of fruitflies.

Another favorite song (I've been scooting ahead), because of the line, "Were his lies easier than my truth to believe?" (from the song "Him" by Collective Soul--- the album I almost didn't buy because of the potentially churchy name. I try not to support gospel enterprises because of my opinion that Christianity is equal to hypocrisy and their "spread the hatred" endeavors are poisoning humanity. But seeing their "Better Now" song used in a commercial with a slag convinced me they weren't Phelpsian-churchy.)

That makes me digress... I like Rachel Maddow's show pretty well, when they have it (it's been inexplicably canceled all week and MSNBC couldn't be arsed to tell anyone who puts up their schedule), but I keep wanting to send her a couple hundred bucks so she can afford shirts to wear under her suit jackets. She's supposedly got a PhD, why do they allow her to show up at work half naked like that?

Polls are humongous. I will not be putting those in except behind a cut in future. I find myself annoying today. It still tempts me because there are a lot of times when I think it would be nice to know someone hears me even when they have no response. That's generally how I feel about most fanfic, so it goes both ways.

Supposedly Neil Gaiman is dating a musician. My response to that was, "Isn't he married?" I know after he finished the underpinnings to American Gods that his blog got all boring and he was always on about his kids. I know taking your kids to various lessons becomes the "mom" person's biggest thing in life. When I was spending fully half my day driving my SO around, I got nothing else done that was worth talking about. So I do understand, but even I was cognizant that no one else cared unless something happened. But bloggers are not required to have interesting lives, so I just stopped reading Gaiman's. But it would surprise me that a guy whose life was that mommish wasn't married. Obviously it's been years, so that status could have changed. But my first reaction...

Speaking of boring stuff... I finished most of my chores for the week. Too bad it's already Friday or I'd feel accomplished.

I should go cook breakfast.