The root canal wasn't too painful in itself, but I'm tired. This is not terribly surprising since I've had two long days out in a row.
The drilling and injections and things that generally seem to bother people about dentists don't worry me too much, I have way more problems with the discomfort that goes with it. This was 40 minutes or so of my head being low down and very uncomfortable, evil bright lights, jaw jammed open etc. I think I made it nearly halfway through before I got the shakes, which is pretty good for me. Fortunately my dentist is great and she knows when there's an actual problem and when it's just the physical stress kicking in. But heh, I couldn't keep my hand still to hold the um, whatever it's called, in my mouth while they did the x-ray!
In not remotely surprising news, my nephews are adorable but noisy and demanding *g* I spent most of yesterday making up songs about aeroplanes flying around Michael's head. Apparently it's HILARIOUS when they go upside down. Or at least it is when you're not quite one year old. And on wednesday Adam (5 year old nephew) and I made up stories for each other about rockets from Planet Monster (this is where I come from, according to Adam), bouncing cheese and crumbs in space. It sort of made sense at the time? *scratches head*
I want to do more rec posts but my reading has been thrown off. I've done six posts so far, so if I don't get any more done while the fests are still anonymous I suppose it's not too bad. It's the first time in ages I've been able to get any done at all, and I can still do them when they are unanon if necessary. I rec stuff I like whether I know who wrote it or not, but I know some people place more value on appreciation for their work while it's anonymous. I'm looking forward to thanking some exceptionally lovely people myself for the very thoughtful comments they've left on my Christmas fest stories.
We were music-less in the car last night coming home, and Jon needed me to talk to him as much as possible to make sure he stayed wide awake. Normally he sings along to something really loudly *g* Anyway, my rambling turned into Why A Scandal in Belgravia is now my favourite ep of Sherlock. This was a huge surprise to me, since I love A Study in Pink beyond reason. I can understand why for some people there are things that make it unacceptable, last straws and so on, that's fine. I've had similar reactions to things in the past. I recommend not asking me for an opinion on The Walking Dead, for a start. But if your entire argument is that it's simply a crappy piece of TV, with nothing to back it up, then I'm going to think you're a moron, because it was a fucking work of art. I've made notes and will write them up -- I'm not sure how coherent it will be (probably just a bunch of observations) but I have kept some links to interesting posts I've seen I can throw in too. Those might make more sense.
Honestly, if you're not one who had a 'last straw' reaction, but you're not sure why lots of people loved it so much, watch it again. It's not about who loses some clothes (though the lack of them and the overuse of them at different times is interesting), or how pretty everyone is. Count the things we now know or suspect are lies, the misdirections and distractions (the boomerangs to the back of the head), the windows, the boxes, the gaps, the mirrors, the reflections, the dialogue or visual information that can be interpreted in multiple ways. These are the things that make me not just squee, but want to roll around in this episode and do very bad things to it. *lick* Yeah, I had to bring it down to that level in the end.
Um. For fellow Brits or those of you who are addicted to British TV, is it just me ( This is behind a cut because I suspect it's one of those things you won't be able to unsee )
The drilling and injections and things that generally seem to bother people about dentists don't worry me too much, I have way more problems with the discomfort that goes with it. This was 40 minutes or so of my head being low down and very uncomfortable, evil bright lights, jaw jammed open etc. I think I made it nearly halfway through before I got the shakes, which is pretty good for me. Fortunately my dentist is great and she knows when there's an actual problem and when it's just the physical stress kicking in. But heh, I couldn't keep my hand still to hold the um, whatever it's called, in my mouth while they did the x-ray!
In not remotely surprising news, my nephews are adorable but noisy and demanding *g* I spent most of yesterday making up songs about aeroplanes flying around Michael's head. Apparently it's HILARIOUS when they go upside down. Or at least it is when you're not quite one year old. And on wednesday Adam (5 year old nephew) and I made up stories for each other about rockets from Planet Monster (this is where I come from, according to Adam), bouncing cheese and crumbs in space. It sort of made sense at the time? *scratches head*
I want to do more rec posts but my reading has been thrown off. I've done six posts so far, so if I don't get any more done while the fests are still anonymous I suppose it's not too bad. It's the first time in ages I've been able to get any done at all, and I can still do them when they are unanon if necessary. I rec stuff I like whether I know who wrote it or not, but I know some people place more value on appreciation for their work while it's anonymous. I'm looking forward to thanking some exceptionally lovely people myself for the very thoughtful comments they've left on my Christmas fest stories.
We were music-less in the car last night coming home, and Jon needed me to talk to him as much as possible to make sure he stayed wide awake. Normally he sings along to something really loudly *g* Anyway, my rambling turned into Why A Scandal in Belgravia is now my favourite ep of Sherlock. This was a huge surprise to me, since I love A Study in Pink beyond reason. I can understand why for some people there are things that make it unacceptable, last straws and so on, that's fine. I've had similar reactions to things in the past. I recommend not asking me for an opinion on The Walking Dead, for a start. But if your entire argument is that it's simply a crappy piece of TV, with nothing to back it up, then I'm going to think you're a moron, because it was a fucking work of art. I've made notes and will write them up -- I'm not sure how coherent it will be (probably just a bunch of observations) but I have kept some links to interesting posts I've seen I can throw in too. Those might make more sense.
Honestly, if you're not one who had a 'last straw' reaction, but you're not sure why lots of people loved it so much, watch it again. It's not about who loses some clothes (though the lack of them and the overuse of them at different times is interesting), or how pretty everyone is. Count the things we now know or suspect are lies, the misdirections and distractions (the boomerangs to the back of the head), the windows, the boxes, the gaps, the mirrors, the reflections, the dialogue or visual information that can be interpreted in multiple ways. These are the things that make me not just squee, but want to roll around in this episode and do very bad things to it. *lick* Yeah, I had to bring it down to that level in the end.
Um. For fellow Brits or those of you who are addicted to British TV, is it just me ( This is behind a cut because I suspect it's one of those things you won't be able to unsee )