Again, who writes this crap?
Blog kitt decided around 22:31 on 17 October 2015 to publish this:I really need to get my "Who Writes This Crap" site up, because, oh boy, do I have rants galore with the new shows out this season.
Let's start with Stitchers. A woman who can't tell time, in a doctoral program at Caltech, isn't going to be immediately academically suspended because of another student's accusation of cheating. There's a review by the Graduate Honor Council before any such action will be taken, and one professor saying, "You're on suspension" is crap.
But let's continue. She's recruited into a secret government agency by being kidnapped by the government. Well, that's just great. We're full of two "who writes this crap?" and we aren't even half way done with the show.
The kicker for me? The one that is making me roll my eyes and start in on the "WHO WRITES THIS CRAP?" rant? The part where she goes down a secret elevator off a Chinese restaurant into an underground lair with a bunch of super seekrit office workers busy rushing around fucking computers and she's all starry eyed and awed.
GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.
And show me the fucking research. Show me why I should be impressed with a giant tank of water sitting next to a bunch of computers, because from where I'm sitting, that looks like an industrial accident full of deaths by electric shock to me.
I'm not sure I can keep watching this crap.
Tonight's Dinner
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 21:49 on 16 October 2015
Yeah, I should probably have something more substantial, but the calories are the same.
Way into Magic
Book Notes Posted by kitt at 22:09 on 15 October 2015
Okay, in for a penny in for a pound with this series. I didn't really like the writing style of the first book, but apparently I became used to it in the second book because it didn't bother me as much as it did in the first book, I'm not sure what it is about this series of books so far, but I am finding them more than a little difficult to finish reading. And somewhat frustrating with the deux ex machina happening.
Phooey, I hate the autocorrect on the ios devices, especially when it corrects two words back after I've confirmed it was correct and moved on.
So, the book. Instead of the kabillion characters, the story lines have reduced to two, Cazia and Tejohn. To my complete and total unsurprise, bad things happened in the journeying, foreign creatures are strangely cool with humans, both others are utterly hostile, our heroes escape time and time again from likely death and absolutely certain disfigurement and captivity yet manage to escape both physically and mentally unharmed. It's kinda painful to read.
I'm doing a poor job of explaining my difficulties with the book.
How about the cover of the book has the main female character on it, AND SHE IS WHITE. She's described as "dark-skinned" in the book. Talk about completely and totally pissing me off at that point. Put a black woman on the cover if the character is a black woman. More power to you, too.
Time passes oddly, things I expect to take days take hours and other things I expect to take hours take weeks, it's weird.
And it was okay. I read quickly. There wasn't any plot repeat that series often have, for which I was thankful. I suspect the three books are just one long book broken into three parts for easier publishing.
I have one more book to read in this series. I'm invested enough to to keep reading. If you like Harry Connolly's work, read the series. If you don't know him as an author, read the Twenty Palaces books instead. Those are fantastic.
Massage!
Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 21:14 on 15 October 2015I had a massage tonight. I have to say, when massages are good, they are blissful. When they are bad, they are merely relaxing. Today was my first time with a new therapist, I'll call him New Guy, one recommended by another customer at the spa I go to.
I'm a huge fan of massages. If you don't have a significant other close by who will touch you regularly, massages are the next best thing. The only problem I have with massages is that they are too short.
As a result, I prefer my massages at least 90 minutes long, two hours is preferable. At this particular spa, I had commented about another therapist who seemed to have a 60 minute routine in my 90 minute massage: the last 30 minutes were random movements along my feet, my arms and my head. When I made this comment, another client said, "OH! That happened to me, too! You need to try New Guy!"
So I did.
And it was great. Talk about muscle soreness. Talk about working out muscle issues. Talk about rediscovering an old injury.
I fell down the stairs at Jonathan's house a number of months ago. When I landed, I jacked up my left arm. Upside: not my throwing arm. Downside: I couldn't lift my arm higher than shoulder level. I swear, I hate those stairs sometimes. I've fallen down them more than once.
So, when New Guy was working on my rotator cuff tonight, I was confident my left arm would be looser than my right arm, and I was completely wrong. New Guy spent about 20 minutes trying to work through the unaddressed injury, without complete success.
That, and a large number of other knots are significantly less, though, so I think I've found someone who will suffice for a while. I wish Iria and Mike were available. Until I figure out if they are or aren't, I'll head to New Guy.
Bad Deaths
Blog Instead of being asleep at 22:22 on 14 October 2015, kitt created this:I was recently talking with a friend of mine, a quiet conversation, just the two of us. He was comfortable enough during our talking to tell me about his family, which I was surprised and delighted by, and then saddened. The saddened part was from his tales of the sudden death of his mother, the car crash death of his step-mother and the freakish accidental death of his father.
All of them were bad deaths: violent, sudden, and without acceptance.
My concept of a "bad death" comes from having read Smoke Gets in Your Eyes, by Caitlin Doughty a couple months ago. It's a death that surprises you. A good one is a death where you live your life with the acceptance that it will end, recognize it and prepare for it. The idea of a "bad death" has lingered with me since I read the book.
Listening to my friend, and hearing his regrets about not being in contact with his parents more, saddened me. I wanted to give him a big hug and comfort him, though I am unsure who needed more comforting at that moment, he or I.
The conversation was a good reminder of what is important, friendships, experiences, relationships, and what isn't important overall. I'm glad I connect with my parents daily, the rest of my family weekly.
I'm working on keeping in touch with friends better. We're not long for this world, I'm hoping to make my ride a happier one.