The Thing That Goes Doink

I went to go see The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey last night with sideshow_ericka since she wanted to see it again and I wanted to see it, period. Given the scope of the film, and of course various additions and expansions to make it mesh better with the Lord of the Rings trilogy, it's definitely one of those movies that's best seen in theaters.

We went to a 9:00 PM showing, which meant that there were only a few people in the theater. I got a small bag of popcorn because I knew I'd get hungry and a small bottle of water so I could take my various pills at 9. I enjoyed it, liking the overall feel of the additions from the appendices from the Lord of the Rings and other supplemental materials, which again ties it in better with the trilogy. As we left the theater I knew I was ready to re-read the book.

In other news my new medications are helping me breathe better, but I'm still coughing. It's not nearly as bad nor as frequent as it was, but it's still niggling. Of course I've only been on the medication for less than a week, and I'm supposed to assess how I feel after a month. So far everything's fine, except the Flonase makes me really fuzzy for about an hour after I take it before it clears up and I'm fine.

Husband also scheduled eye appointments for me and him next week. I haven't had an actual eye exam in over a decade (I want to say my dad got me an exam when we were down in Miami for a visit because I had casually mentioned I hadn't had one since I was ten and that had been six or seven years prior), so clearly it's time. I don't think I need glasses (I can tell the grass still has individual blades), but a full exam certainly isn't going to hurt anything.

The Cougs won the Apple Cup.

In overtime.

JFC I can't take this anymore.

So I got on Tumblr this morning to find that Steven Moffat deleted his twitter. Needless to say, a few of the blogs I follow weighed in on the fact, most of it boiling down to Steven Moffat is/isn't a misogynistic douche canoe.

Honestly, maybe my criteria for a misogynist is off, but I've seen people calling him out for it and others saying that they're just being overly sensitive.

So, perhaps someone on my F-list who is more in tune with what's going on will please explain. I understand that The Moff is busy and that being constantly talked at/harassed on Twitter could take away from or distract from whatever it is that he's doing. I can also understand that after a while you can get tired of the bullshit and decide to get away with it.

Honestly, IMO, it's his twitter feed and he can delete it if he feels so inclined. But I still don't understand why people are claiming it's because he's a misogynist.

Actually, I kid.

But I have stayed up until two AM reading fanfiction, so make of that what you will.

With my husband fishing with his dad this weekend, I've been hanging out at the Amorra TinyChat talking to the lovely ladies (and the few lads) and all in all BSing about stupid things and asploding from Amorra related feels. Don't judge me. Since Amorra is my crack!ship of choice (mainly because it gets all the awesome fanfic and fanart), I've decided to actually participate in fandom for a change. And I've been loving every God damn second of it.

In other news, today I shall clean the apartment, which includes, but is not limited to, doing the dishes, scrubbing the bathroom, and putting the guest room back in order after tearing it apart to get to something in a box that was shoved back in the corner.

Oy with the poodles already.

Anyway.

I shall turn on Pandora on the HTPC while I work because I always do better with music to motivate me. And since I'm home alone I don't have to worry about if my music annoys my husband or not.

In response to this meme, I got the following from earthstar_moon:

( Another info dump! )

Shamelessly swiped from the lovely dqbunny.

Comment to this post saying "FIVE!" and I will pick five things I would like you to talk about. They might make sense or be totally random.

Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself, hopefully for the rest of eternity!

Years ago I inherited a dresser. It's nothing spectacular, and if I had to guess it was built using leftover apple crates. I think it was made by my great-grandfather in the late thirties or early forties. And I still have no idea how I ended up with it. I do know that no matter how ratty the damn thing got my mother refused to get rid of it, so years ago my step-dad sighed and painted it before putting new pulls on it.

Of course when I moved out I got to take everything that was in my bedroom with me - including the dresser. The paint was starting to flake and one of the pulls had fallen off, so my husband asked if we could strip it, sand it down, and then repaint it. Since we repainted a bookcase a few summers back, I didn't really see an issue with that. Of course the contents of the dresser are currently strewn about guest room - mostly various cosplay pieces.

With most everything stripped and sanded down, I started repainting the drawers yesterday. I got one coat of paint on yesterday after getting done with my various other errands and tasks, and then realized that the second coat wouldn't be done by the time my husband got home from work. With his bike not having a kickstand he can't store it in the little shed our complex has for bikes, so it lives on our balcony. Which is also where we're currently trying to refinish this dresser.

Three coats of paint later the drawers are done, which means I need to finish sanding the dresser, but I need to ask my husband what parts need to be finished. I think he's got the top done, which means I just have to get the last of the paint off of the sides and then I can repaint that sucker. With summer here (finally - it's been spring since mid-March), the weather is perfect for getting all of this done. Also, I want my dresser back.

In other news, I'm going to be helping a friend at the pub at the local Scottish Fest on Saturday, so I have to wait until Monday to see the latest episode of Korra. I've never actually attended Scottish Fest before, which is kind of sad seeing as I'm of Scottish descent. (No, really. I know I talk about my Cuban heritage a lot, but I can trace my family to Clan Campbell, thank you very much, in just two generations. It also explains the ginger highlights that are in my hair naturally. I've just opted to go red all over with a little help from a bottle.) I'm going to be sitting at the entrance of the pub checking wrist bands to make sure that no underage kids get in. I imagine it'll be a drunker, if not as smelly, experience not unlike checking badges in the game rooms at Anime Expo. I'll be doing it with my friend travellyr, and I'll also get a couple of breaks where I can actually go out and check out the rest of the Fest. I want to see if I can find a scarf in my clan tartan. (Look up the Campbell tartan, it's freakin' gorgeous.)

I went to see The Avengers yesterday.

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Just go watch it. That is all on that front, thank you. (Also, as it is a Marvel movie, sitting through the credits is a must.)

And also, ajismeskfiasnfdiasf *FLAIL* about yesterday's episode of Korra.

( So I have this sort of not-so-cracked out theory... )

So...yeah. Korra is killing me dead with feelings.

In other news I have a food hangover (where you eat a lot of really delicious but decidedly bad for you food and then feel sick and miserable after but it was totally worth it because that food was delicious, damn it) so I'm currently sipping tea and reading trashy fanfiction because I can.

And also because I need to entertain myself while my mother in law watched an episode of CSI: Miami on VHS in my bedroom because her VCR isn't working.