Mumbled jumble of thoughts

[itsallovernow]

Tired in that sad, melancholyish way that winter brings out in me, even the false winters of Southern California because I forget. I wrap my wool coat around me, the red velvet one at home in an effort to not wear it out, search high and low for imaginary mittens and scarf and go outside to see bright sun instead of that pale, thin winter light.

I'd like an icon like elishavah's gorgeous snowy black and white one that says "winter girl misplaced". 'Course I'd also like an icon with some of these gorgeous bunnies from the Rabbit Songs CD that says Flippant Fic Writer, Will Work for Snark.

I should perhaps add that even natural sinus/allergy remedies have some loopy ass chemicals in them. Climbed to the top of a massive hill in Italy once to see a Benedictine monastery with this elfish little monks, sparkly eyed and mischevious even in their vows of silence, propelled by most excellent homemade wine and some serious doses of sudoephedrine. We spent the night in an Irish pub in the heart of Rome, drove home piled in a tangle in a Fiat Panda, my arms around a beautiful boy with blue eyes and glasses.

And I'm with shaye. I want a hug from Chubby Hugs. I most sincerely love Bucky Katt, but then I'm a champion for the cranky, lover of Bender and Rygel and Bucky and Daffy Duck and Spike in the early seasons when he was really and truly pissy all of the time.

I am also with cretkid in that I've been very, very fond of The West Wing this season which has been giving me far more bang for my buck than Angel. I like the quiet and I like the thought and I like way fallout has been dealt with and I always, always love Toby, with his new assistant at the ready and his idealism because I so often feel that I've gained that practicality that flattens idealism and yet Toby resonates so strongly with me and I can say, yes, we are right, yes this battle should be fought.

That I'm not too old, too entrenched in the drive for material gain and can still stand behind pure conviction even when I see all sides of the problem, that I still can be outraged on behalf of an ideal and have my feelings hurt over its betrayal like concept has nerves and muscle and sensibility.

Comments

[raithen.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on TWW -- it's better than its been in a while this year. The first couple of eps were ho-hum. But that was Zoey fall-out and expected. Since then, there have been some outstanding eps, with the thoughtfulness, idealism and quiet you mentionned nicely counterbalanced by great character interaction and solid humour. This week's ep actually had me going "hmmm, maybe i should look into politics. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And I am the consummate "NO. I WON'T DO POLITICS girl," because it would make me quite insane. I am too much the idealist. Plus, Janelle Maloney did such a great job this week.

And, on a related note, I found myself advising a 20 year old to watch TWW. He sought me out for career advice, in part at my Dad's suggestion, i think (he works for Dad). He is smart and savvy, but SOOOO young how can I get older people to respect my opinions? was a key question. ;) I did NOT reply "get older," for the record. I felt TWW would be good viewing for him.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

The problem with politics, and with TWW, is that this is just as much a fantasy world anything on traditional scifi. Politics is rarely this lovely, or meaningful or thoughtful, but it's still such a draw isn't it, because the chance to have a voice, to bring the voices of others to the forefront is an ideal that should be held onto!

[raithen.livejournal.com]

ya, i know. *sigh* even as I had my idealistic moment, I knew it was just that. Wouldn't it be nice if the fantasy were real, though?

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Yes, it really, really would be nice:)

Yes times 4

[haphazardmethod.livejournal.com]

yes to Friday afternoon boredom.

yes to Chubby Hugs and cranky characters.

yes to this year's WW.

yes to maintaining idealism even in the face of crushing reality.

Re: Yes times 4

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Huge hugs Hap. It's so that kind of afternoon, where seeing one's odd passions justified just makes a world of difference:)