Both growling and whimpering at Being Human
The transformation is complete.
Also, Mitchell — you’re a selfish face.
RioSol
I forget how much
I enjoy balling yarn. It’s like the most mechanical, most soothing thing. Organizing my craft tower.
Welcome to the world
new relative, the child of my sister — born today at 10:30 mountain time, 6 pounds, FAB.
I have so many feels
about the UK version of Being Human. I’m into season three, and it’s psychologically terrifying. I’ve actually started getting teary and nauseous watching these last few episodes. I don’t usually watch these kind of horror / drama type shows because I don’t find them cathartic or anything, they just exhaust me and I get really invested and involved and it starts tiring me out. It’s why I tend to watch cartoons instead, or flighty live action things, or cooking shows. I have feels for things really, really easily. That being said, Being Human is tapping into a lot of my body-horror, pregnancy feels, violence weirdness and manipulative relationships bullshittery. I’m attached to the characters, and I want to see it through — but I wish I had a watching buddy with whom to talk things out. I didn’t know I needed one, but apparently I do. Maybe I’ll look for some BH:UK episode breakdowns? I want something critical and engaging, like what Renee does over at Womanist Musings with some of her shows.
It doesn’t help that I started this show while my mom was visiting, and I still had people around and that now I’m watching it inbetween bouts of packing, cleaning and adventuring, in an empty house.
Oh well. Yay pop culture?
[Edited to add: I’m a giant dork. Renee actually has episode breakdowns over at her urban fantasy blog www.fangsforthefantasy.com Waahhh waaaahh, I’m going to go read all of those now]
You’re so lovely
with your big ears, I just made happy squeaky noises at my computer screen.
I’m good at living alone.
Oh don’t mind me. I’m just sorting papers in my rockabilly heartthrob dress. No big deal.
And then
I wrote four letters to different family members!
With words and everything! And I even used my super cool emerald sealing wax! I’ve been looking for a new stamp-press thing though, since before I was using my highschool class ring — but fuck that noise, so now I’m using this cute little coiled snake ring. My seal is now a little snake head and I’m kind of really okay with that.
Most productive day
I cleaned all of the rooms!
Made a quiche!
Returned my library books!
Saw and chatted with my fine, fine fine, ex-professor in town.
That man looks good in a suit, but damn, a t-shirt isn’t too bad either. We talked about video games. It’s like some weird sidewalk fantasy.
Chatted with the cute people at clover.
I win at days!
Watching “Being Human”
and all I can do is yell “oh hunny, oh baby, oh hun, oh squishy head, oh baby squishy head” and meowing at the tv.
This is how popular culture works, right? Also adulthood?
I’m a tumblr ghost!
Graduated, packing my house, Futurama is keeping me company.
School. Been in that system for ever, and now I am ready to be out of it.
I got the school job!
Visiting parents…Mom was great (called me Crys without my asking, took photos of the white silk tie I wanted to [but didn’t] get to wear to graduation), seeing Dad and stepmom was more stressful than I had planned, grandma was cute.
And now they’re all off, and so are my housemates and most of my friends and the world is something else now and I’m stacking up cardboard boxes and drinking hazelnut coffee in the middle of the night.
I signed a lease today, and got my contract for my next year’s worth of employment.
I miss my lovelies though.
I would love someone to keep me company, drink beer out of season and watch me fuss with boxes. Lets drink lemonade and sit in the bathtub of this home that is not mine anymore.
I might visit the library tomorrow, one of my lovelies, after work. It is a constant right now and maybe will be a grounding experience, we shall see.
I missed you tumblrverse, by the way.
