Overwhelmed and Understimulated
Sep. 25th, 2006 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowSomedays, my job is fine. It's mildly entertaining, deadline driven and full of the kind of visual and logical absurdities that characterizes anything involving any form of media. Today, however, it is mostly impossibly dull. Gah, so dull that I just want to say fuck it and go home. Generally I can entertain myself even when bored, but I'm too... on edge, too much at cross purposes, and looking for purpose and trying to figure out my next step in life to be able to cure my own boredom. Sigh.
I'm having serious sensory dislocation. I think it's fall. I want it to be fall, and I've been so ungodly homesick that it's ridiculous. I can smell fall. In reality, it's nearly 90 degrees here and could not, in fact, be less like fall today. Double sigh.
My brain is sort of stuck in chugalong mode. Analysis is a vague memory, writing even more vague. I feel like a fannish slug, half-heartedly consuming, trying to figure out some motivation.
In brighter news, the LA Times magazine apparently loves me because they used Erik Bana in their fall fashion spread. In suits. Many suits. All dark and broody looking in suits. Sigh. Beautiful men in suits are really, really underrated:)
My NIP group met for the first time on Saturday which was fabulous. We all went into a sort of low-grade depression after class ended and didn't write (proof that writing=crack and not getting your fix leads to bad, bad things). I feel motivated again, which, well, thank god.
Saturday was M's birthday. This involved much tequila. 'Nuff said. Had lovely brunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizlet on Sunday, and took my life in my hands by having eggs florentine on polenta. But my it was yummy.
I did, finally, get to watch SG-1.
I watched the first half of this alone, and the second half with M. so I enjoyed the first half much more (partially because I didn't have to listen for dialogue over the strains of The Who, and while yes, The Who is a substantial improvement over Led Zepplin, I kind of want to break the guitar against the floor ala Pete Townshend because I'm deaf enough as it is - from years of my dad playing electric guitar - and can barely hear the dialogue when M. isn't strumming the guitar over it).
Let's just say it's a good thing I don't watch this show for plot.
I love Cam and Teal'c as real friends. Going out for Szechuan friends, and politely asking Daniel to tag along:) I love Vala in all her sleep glory as well because I totally have that eye mask. Although I wouldn't sleep in it, because it's all squashy and you put it in the freezer to make your face less puffy:) I'm also guessing that most of what's in that room has been "acquired", and I just love the idea of the stories behind the acquisition.
Mostly I like that Cam's enthusiasm has taken on a sort of cranky bent:) And that he realizes that he's putting the bar lady in danger.
Vala hanging on to his back pack was definitely adorable. I like the different dynamics that are going on with her various relationships within the team. She and Daniel work well together, have this sort of snarky detente based friendship and I like their ease with each other, the way they play off of each other. But I also like how comfortable Vala is with everyone else: putting her head on Sam's arm, that sort of human connection thing that the other's are far more awkward at, except for Cam, who's pretty good at that human connection thing.
I like the idea that for Vala, this team is a family of sorts, and that she's willing to understand their rules and still play by her own, and part of that means how she interacts with people. She recognizes their strengths and skills and positions and exploits and appreciates that accordingly. It made sense to hang onto Cam. He's the one closest to the person who actually knows what the hell she's doing. And he's her mirror, which I like. Both reflection and negation. They both have that joyous energy, that sense of purpose and need and touch, but while Cam is learning to temper his, learning how to lead, to move from being part of the team to the one who head's the team, Vala's learning how to listen, how to follow and be part of a team, be part of something. She's totally a space pirate, but she's also a child in many ways. She was a host during years that should have been spent growing up, growing into a person, and instead she's learned the sort of parasitical kind of adaptation - take on what's around you, use it, exploit it, shed it when you're done. Now, with SG-1, she has to figure out who she is on her own, and I like that opportunity.
The tests were silly, but I'm totally enjoying the D&D picking up random strangers on the way thing - first Ba'al and then Adria - because in order to complete a quest, you not only have to bring along your greatest strengths, you have to face your greatest fears. It's nice symmetry, although Adria's still less scary than she should be.
And the less said about the poor flying lizard, the better. And while the tests were goofy as hell, I also liked the symmetry of them - they started this quest with a test (in Avalon), and it's resolution will also be through these ancient tests because they simulate the real test to come. So, the mythology is nice even if the execution is sort of silly. Which is not to say that taunting Ba'al with a power bar was not kind of hysterical:)
I can also excuse Vala and the hairdryer because I hate having wet hair and have brought a hair dryer on every expedition or trip I've gone on and I'm just going to believe that somewhere during her exploits, she discovered the universes best power adapter that you could plug in anywhere!
I'm having serious sensory dislocation. I think it's fall. I want it to be fall, and I've been so ungodly homesick that it's ridiculous. I can smell fall. In reality, it's nearly 90 degrees here and could not, in fact, be less like fall today. Double sigh.
My brain is sort of stuck in chugalong mode. Analysis is a vague memory, writing even more vague. I feel like a fannish slug, half-heartedly consuming, trying to figure out some motivation.
In brighter news, the LA Times magazine apparently loves me because they used Erik Bana in their fall fashion spread. In suits. Many suits. All dark and broody looking in suits. Sigh. Beautiful men in suits are really, really underrated:)
My NIP group met for the first time on Saturday which was fabulous. We all went into a sort of low-grade depression after class ended and didn't write (proof that writing=crack and not getting your fix leads to bad, bad things). I feel motivated again, which, well, thank god.
Saturday was M's birthday. This involved much tequila. 'Nuff said. Had lovely brunch with
lizlet on Sunday, and took my life in my hands by having eggs florentine on polenta. But my it was yummy.I did, finally, get to watch SG-1.
I watched the first half of this alone, and the second half with M. so I enjoyed the first half much more (partially because I didn't have to listen for dialogue over the strains of The Who, and while yes, The Who is a substantial improvement over Led Zepplin, I kind of want to break the guitar against the floor ala Pete Townshend because I'm deaf enough as it is - from years of my dad playing electric guitar - and can barely hear the dialogue when M. isn't strumming the guitar over it).
Let's just say it's a good thing I don't watch this show for plot.
I love Cam and Teal'c as real friends. Going out for Szechuan friends, and politely asking Daniel to tag along:) I love Vala in all her sleep glory as well because I totally have that eye mask. Although I wouldn't sleep in it, because it's all squashy and you put it in the freezer to make your face less puffy:) I'm also guessing that most of what's in that room has been "acquired", and I just love the idea of the stories behind the acquisition.
Mostly I like that Cam's enthusiasm has taken on a sort of cranky bent:) And that he realizes that he's putting the bar lady in danger.
Vala hanging on to his back pack was definitely adorable. I like the different dynamics that are going on with her various relationships within the team. She and Daniel work well together, have this sort of snarky detente based friendship and I like their ease with each other, the way they play off of each other. But I also like how comfortable Vala is with everyone else: putting her head on Sam's arm, that sort of human connection thing that the other's are far more awkward at, except for Cam, who's pretty good at that human connection thing.
I like the idea that for Vala, this team is a family of sorts, and that she's willing to understand their rules and still play by her own, and part of that means how she interacts with people. She recognizes their strengths and skills and positions and exploits and appreciates that accordingly. It made sense to hang onto Cam. He's the one closest to the person who actually knows what the hell she's doing. And he's her mirror, which I like. Both reflection and negation. They both have that joyous energy, that sense of purpose and need and touch, but while Cam is learning to temper his, learning how to lead, to move from being part of the team to the one who head's the team, Vala's learning how to listen, how to follow and be part of a team, be part of something. She's totally a space pirate, but she's also a child in many ways. She was a host during years that should have been spent growing up, growing into a person, and instead she's learned the sort of parasitical kind of adaptation - take on what's around you, use it, exploit it, shed it when you're done. Now, with SG-1, she has to figure out who she is on her own, and I like that opportunity.
The tests were silly, but I'm totally enjoying the D&D picking up random strangers on the way thing - first Ba'al and then Adria - because in order to complete a quest, you not only have to bring along your greatest strengths, you have to face your greatest fears. It's nice symmetry, although Adria's still less scary than she should be.
And the less said about the poor flying lizard, the better. And while the tests were goofy as hell, I also liked the symmetry of them - they started this quest with a test (in Avalon), and it's resolution will also be through these ancient tests because they simulate the real test to come. So, the mythology is nice even if the execution is sort of silly. Which is not to say that taunting Ba'al with a power bar was not kind of hysterical:)
I can also excuse Vala and the hairdryer because I hate having wet hair and have brought a hair dryer on every expedition or trip I've gone on and I'm just going to believe that somewhere during her exploits, she discovered the universes best power adapter that you could plug in anywhere!
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:44 pm (UTC)I was also expecting a literal cliffhanger, but I guess a cliffstander is the next best thing.
And Adria needs to die. Because she is too damn annoying to live.
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:49 pm (UTC)Hee - I liked the tasks, despite their ease, but dude, they telegraphed the faith challenge so far that only willfull ignorance kept them from figuring it out immediately:)
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Date: 2006-09-25 07:28 pm (UTC)Yes! And he's used to it too, he didn't even bat an eye. She so did that to him on one of their more rainy missions and there was lots of mud and she couldn't move anymore so she clung to his backpack. He bitched once, but she didn't listen and then he sort of just let her.
*might have been thinking too much about it*
I can also excuse Vala and the hairdryer because I hate having wet hair and have brought a hair dryer on every expedition or trip I've gone on and I'm just going to believe that somewhere during her exploits, she discovered the universes best power adapter that you could plug in anywhere!
Actually, I'd like to take that at face value. Vala is so dragging the hairdryer with her despite knowing it won't work anywhere, but you never know! Plus, she's trying to convince Sam to adapt her naquadah generator to power the hairdryer.
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Date: 2006-09-25 07:34 pm (UTC)And I can totally see Vala falling into the "You never know" theory of electrical appliances:)
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