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itsallovernowSometimes, I spend way too much time thinking up my subject lines. And much like the titles of my stories, they frequently have little to do with the subject of the post.
I spent much time at Target on Saturday buying stuff to organize my room, house and life. So far, it's chaos - 1, me - 0. I've got all this stuff to put stuff in, and yet the crap is spread far and wide and has become strategic shapes for me to pile yet more crap on top of. The cat has taken over the ikea cardboard storage boxes, destroying the lids completely to lounge inside them.
I've taken to looking at furniture like I used to look at boys, with longing and dreams of comparison, of the trade-off between form, function and cost. And at least with the armchair, it's literal cost and not emotional cost, so perhaps chairs are safer. Target has a lovely mission still armchair with a wooden frame and a mocha cushion and I want it. (Actually, there's a leather club chair and ottoman that I want so much my teeth hurt, but I lack the $600 to spend on it). Sigh. Happy chair to come live in my house and replace the couch and chairs o' pee!
I know need to take the origin story and start reworking and reshaping it. Sent it to Sh., and mostly got a sort of startled teary reflection of her own life back. Sigh, I love her, but I'm selfish enough to want a reaction to the piece, and not a personal revelation. Although I get it. Because that was a very specific time for both of us, and our lives were incredibly intertwined, and I'm not sure I could read about the year from her perspective and react to anything but the emotions either.
There was TV watching, and I will say simply about the West Wing that I teared up almost immediately, was fine for most of it, and started to cry again at the end, because it was just note perfect, that final moment, that object that started the whole saga. I would have liked to see Toby. Okay, that's a lie, I'd have sold a body part for more Toby, but they had an hour, they had a lot of ground to cover, and I thought they did beautifully with the mixed blessing of saying goodbye and letting go while the new kids are already in the door. The pacing was a little odd, but honestly, last week was as much of a goodbye as I needed.
Watched Grey's Anatomy and was mostly annoyed with Izzie and for the otherwise competent doctors around her who saw that she was clearly losing it, and yet did nothing to investigate what she was up to and what they might do to save her from herself, let alone keep her from patients. I continue to love Addison and Bailey though. And was less annoyed with George this ep than normal which is good. I also am starting to not hate Alex anymore, because after the whole tubal ligation thing, I was really hating him for being such a petulant whiny bitch. And mostly wanted to smack Izzie for the surgeons, not gynecologists line even though Alex was still being an asshole, but at least he's got a little cause.
I mostly like Izzie, and don't tend to want bad things to happen on my popcorn shows, but I hope she loses her medical license because she's violating tons of ethics, is putting Denny at risk for entirely selfish reasons and is completely ignoring the other patient who has equal need for those selfish reasons and shouldn't be a doctor if she can't control that.
I also like Burke and hope he doesn't die. And have gotten to the point of quite liking Meredith in all her fucked-up self centeredness, because she knows she's self-centered and is trying not to hurt anyone, is trying to move on and do the right thing, most of the time.
I spent much time at Target on Saturday buying stuff to organize my room, house and life. So far, it's chaos - 1, me - 0. I've got all this stuff to put stuff in, and yet the crap is spread far and wide and has become strategic shapes for me to pile yet more crap on top of. The cat has taken over the ikea cardboard storage boxes, destroying the lids completely to lounge inside them.
I've taken to looking at furniture like I used to look at boys, with longing and dreams of comparison, of the trade-off between form, function and cost. And at least with the armchair, it's literal cost and not emotional cost, so perhaps chairs are safer. Target has a lovely mission still armchair with a wooden frame and a mocha cushion and I want it. (Actually, there's a leather club chair and ottoman that I want so much my teeth hurt, but I lack the $600 to spend on it). Sigh. Happy chair to come live in my house and replace the couch and chairs o' pee!
I know need to take the origin story and start reworking and reshaping it. Sent it to Sh., and mostly got a sort of startled teary reflection of her own life back. Sigh, I love her, but I'm selfish enough to want a reaction to the piece, and not a personal revelation. Although I get it. Because that was a very specific time for both of us, and our lives were incredibly intertwined, and I'm not sure I could read about the year from her perspective and react to anything but the emotions either.
There was TV watching, and I will say simply about the West Wing that I teared up almost immediately, was fine for most of it, and started to cry again at the end, because it was just note perfect, that final moment, that object that started the whole saga. I would have liked to see Toby. Okay, that's a lie, I'd have sold a body part for more Toby, but they had an hour, they had a lot of ground to cover, and I thought they did beautifully with the mixed blessing of saying goodbye and letting go while the new kids are already in the door. The pacing was a little odd, but honestly, last week was as much of a goodbye as I needed.
Watched Grey's Anatomy and was mostly annoyed with Izzie and for the otherwise competent doctors around her who saw that she was clearly losing it, and yet did nothing to investigate what she was up to and what they might do to save her from herself, let alone keep her from patients. I continue to love Addison and Bailey though. And was less annoyed with George this ep than normal which is good. I also am starting to not hate Alex anymore, because after the whole tubal ligation thing, I was really hating him for being such a petulant whiny bitch. And mostly wanted to smack Izzie for the surgeons, not gynecologists line even though Alex was still being an asshole, but at least he's got a little cause.
I mostly like Izzie, and don't tend to want bad things to happen on my popcorn shows, but I hope she loses her medical license because she's violating tons of ethics, is putting Denny at risk for entirely selfish reasons and is completely ignoring the other patient who has equal need for those selfish reasons and shouldn't be a doctor if she can't control that.
I also like Burke and hope he doesn't die. And have gotten to the point of quite liking Meredith in all her fucked-up self centeredness, because she knows she's self-centered and is trying not to hurt anyone, is trying to move on and do the right thing, most of the time.
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Date: 2006-05-15 07:24 pm (UTC)I did like that Addison finally called Derek on his crap, when she found out from Meredith that she's going out with the vet now. bad timing on the fact that she called him on it in public.. oops!
and I like the Callie/George relationship.. it's cute :D
I really hope that Burke survives too...