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azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-19 02:29 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-08-19 02:29 am
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Snippets, written over the course of Sunday-Tuesday
Located the appropriate pliers. Fixed my star necklace. Hooray!
Hauled laundry down from car.
vass encouraged me to hunt down and read "BLIT", "comp.basilisk FAQ", and "Different Kinds of Darkness". (I gave "What Happened at Cambridge IV" a skip after reading http://kasmana.people.cofc.edu/MATHFICT/mfview.php?callnumber=mf853 because I'm pretty sure I would leave yelling about stereotypes and representation.) As a result, I have no idea which character of mine has the blackwork tattoo of an almost-parrot with fractal bits, but somebody does, and I don't think they're a particularly nice person. It takes a special kind of person to read a short story about an extreme memetic hazard, and go "You know, I think I want that on my body. Permanently." Only some of those sorts of people are ones I'd like to hang out with.
I hadn't set up xkit properly on Bell. I just reinstalled the blocky thing, and blacklisted Guardians of the Galaxy, and I'm so much happier. Icon for this entry came up on the first click of the random button. Rocket is basically the dealbreaker for me. I'm iffy on cute talking animals at best. I'm iffy on loveable asshole characters -- there are certain combinations that hit "asshole" pretty hard, and utterly wiff on "loveable". (It perhaps does not help right now that one of the people I know and care desperately about is currently dealing with a relative who certainly has cause to be unhappy because of their life circumstances, but has also consistently been utterly fucking well over the line abusive and used said life circumstances to excuse and enhance the abuse and the trapping of my dear friend. So no, the little fucker did not ask to be made, but the little fucker then seems to have gone on to be a complete fucking jerk. No goddamn sympathy.) So the character's a type I don't like, compounded by a type I have a decent chance of not liking, and then he pulls the "and that guy's prosthetic leg" "lol I just thought it would be funny to WATCH HIM HOP AROUND" -- look. If I was friends with a person in real life, and my friend pulled that, I'm pretty sure a real-life defriending would shortly ensue. How the hell do you think I'm going to like that in my fiction, where I have a theoretical choice about not having stuff like that? The way that I have not heard people say things like "well it was okay because his buddies made him apologize" to excuse it, means that it probably wasn't handled at all well. And I got the general idea that the character's moral arc was something like "I'm an asshole" and went to "but I'm less of an asshole to my friends, I guess", which again, there is enough of that in real life that I don't need to have that in a character I'm already bouncing off of hard, in optional entertainment. And I also got the idea that the movie expects me to adore the cute li'l talking animal and consider his asshattery harmless because he's so wee and cute. No thanks, actually. Then various bits of the internet keep comparing him to Bucky Barnes, as if that's supposed to be some sort of enticement. I'm iffy on Bucky Barnes as embraced by Tumblr: I could take about two weeks of "sad trash hobo" and then I was so gone. Combine that with the stuff about women, and you know? I don't have to see it in the theatre, and when I do hit up Tumblr, I don't have to see it there either. Yay xkit.
Oh god. It's Lovie who has the Parrot tattoo. As a tramp-stamp.
I am a grown adult, and don't need to pout over cafeteria table shenanigans. Invisible Purple was invisible; I had a pleasant lunch with part of Purple's usual table (quietly, in the corner, because I am in fact kind of shy in addition to being introverted).
Various things converged such as I was thinking about some of my youthful shenanigans and the list of people who I trust more than I trust (That Idiot) Shawn. Previous thoughts on the multi-factor slider-bar mixing board of trustedness. The various emotional fuckery, the general shenanigans, and the fact that he lit the end of my ponytail on fire on purpose that one time means that actually, a hell of a lot of people are on that list. Purple happened to mention some of his weekend's entertainments. So there was a bit of chatter about trust and such.
I'm doing better with shoes than I was a few years ago. Regularly wearing shoes that were terrible for me basically destroyed my feet, such that walking barefoot on a hard surface like my somewhat springy vinyl kitchen flooring was painful and I could feel damage happening. (And the terrible shoes were the best shoes I had at the time -- I had worse ones, which accelerated the damage.) Being able to afford better shoes (and fix my really good ones) gave my feet the chance to heal. Healed feet means that I can actually sometimes wear thin foam salon sandals while walking down the concrete sidewalk and across the brick courtyard, and while I can tell I shouldn't do it all day, it's not actually unpleasant or dangerous.
Purple noticed that my fingernails were blue and sparkly! He mentioned that he'd already noticed the fingernails when I was showing off my toes. I am very pleased by being blue and sparkly. I noticed in the bathroom mirror that my bangs are starting to glitter a bit. The family genes are starting to kick in. Guide Dog Aunt is a very elegant salt-and-pepper. Aunt-Fayoumis has mostly white hair that's going rusty from her water. My dad is basically Biker Santa. So it's just been a matter of time before it's notable on me. And I'm so very happy that it's coming in silver and glittery. Silver and glittery means that my hair is its own glitter. This is the best, and it's even Kat-safe!
Connie and Mike are teasing me with something involving Mike in some sort of magically altered state of consciousness, which is weird because Mike is kind of a control freak. Which is what makes me super curious.
Hauled laundry down from car.
vass encouraged me to hunt down and read "BLIT", "comp.basilisk FAQ", and "Different Kinds of Darkness". (I gave "What Happened at Cambridge IV" a skip after reading http://kasmana.people.cofc.edu/MATHFICT/mfview.php?callnumber=mf853 because I'm pretty sure I would leave yelling about stereotypes and representation.) As a result, I have no idea which character of mine has the blackwork tattoo of an almost-parrot with fractal bits, but somebody does, and I don't think they're a particularly nice person. It takes a special kind of person to read a short story about an extreme memetic hazard, and go "You know, I think I want that on my body. Permanently." Only some of those sorts of people are ones I'd like to hang out with. I hadn't set up xkit properly on Bell. I just reinstalled the blocky thing, and blacklisted Guardians of the Galaxy, and I'm so much happier. Icon for this entry came up on the first click of the random button. Rocket is basically the dealbreaker for me. I'm iffy on cute talking animals at best. I'm iffy on loveable asshole characters -- there are certain combinations that hit "asshole" pretty hard, and utterly wiff on "loveable". (It perhaps does not help right now that one of the people I know and care desperately about is currently dealing with a relative who certainly has cause to be unhappy because of their life circumstances, but has also consistently been utterly fucking well over the line abusive and used said life circumstances to excuse and enhance the abuse and the trapping of my dear friend. So no, the little fucker did not ask to be made, but the little fucker then seems to have gone on to be a complete fucking jerk. No goddamn sympathy.) So the character's a type I don't like, compounded by a type I have a decent chance of not liking, and then he pulls the "and that guy's prosthetic leg" "lol I just thought it would be funny to WATCH HIM HOP AROUND" -- look. If I was friends with a person in real life, and my friend pulled that, I'm pretty sure a real-life defriending would shortly ensue. How the hell do you think I'm going to like that in my fiction, where I have a theoretical choice about not having stuff like that? The way that I have not heard people say things like "well it was okay because his buddies made him apologize" to excuse it, means that it probably wasn't handled at all well. And I got the general idea that the character's moral arc was something like "I'm an asshole" and went to "but I'm less of an asshole to my friends, I guess", which again, there is enough of that in real life that I don't need to have that in a character I'm already bouncing off of hard, in optional entertainment. And I also got the idea that the movie expects me to adore the cute li'l talking animal and consider his asshattery harmless because he's so wee and cute. No thanks, actually. Then various bits of the internet keep comparing him to Bucky Barnes, as if that's supposed to be some sort of enticement. I'm iffy on Bucky Barnes as embraced by Tumblr: I could take about two weeks of "sad trash hobo" and then I was so gone. Combine that with the stuff about women, and you know? I don't have to see it in the theatre, and when I do hit up Tumblr, I don't have to see it there either. Yay xkit.
Oh god. It's Lovie who has the Parrot tattoo. As a tramp-stamp.
I am a grown adult, and don't need to pout over cafeteria table shenanigans. Invisible Purple was invisible; I had a pleasant lunch with part of Purple's usual table (quietly, in the corner, because I am in fact kind of shy in addition to being introverted).
Various things converged such as I was thinking about some of my youthful shenanigans and the list of people who I trust more than I trust (That Idiot) Shawn. Previous thoughts on the multi-factor slider-bar mixing board of trustedness. The various emotional fuckery, the general shenanigans, and the fact that he lit the end of my ponytail on fire on purpose that one time means that actually, a hell of a lot of people are on that list. Purple happened to mention some of his weekend's entertainments. So there was a bit of chatter about trust and such.
I'm doing better with shoes than I was a few years ago. Regularly wearing shoes that were terrible for me basically destroyed my feet, such that walking barefoot on a hard surface like my somewhat springy vinyl kitchen flooring was painful and I could feel damage happening. (And the terrible shoes were the best shoes I had at the time -- I had worse ones, which accelerated the damage.) Being able to afford better shoes (and fix my really good ones) gave my feet the chance to heal. Healed feet means that I can actually sometimes wear thin foam salon sandals while walking down the concrete sidewalk and across the brick courtyard, and while I can tell I shouldn't do it all day, it's not actually unpleasant or dangerous.
Purple noticed that my fingernails were blue and sparkly! He mentioned that he'd already noticed the fingernails when I was showing off my toes. I am very pleased by being blue and sparkly. I noticed in the bathroom mirror that my bangs are starting to glitter a bit. The family genes are starting to kick in. Guide Dog Aunt is a very elegant salt-and-pepper. Aunt-Fayoumis has mostly white hair that's going rusty from her water. My dad is basically Biker Santa. So it's just been a matter of time before it's notable on me. And I'm so very happy that it's coming in silver and glittery. Silver and glittery means that my hair is its own glitter. This is the best, and it's even Kat-safe!
Connie and Mike are teasing me with something involving Mike in some sort of magically altered state of consciousness, which is weird because Mike is kind of a control freak. Which is what makes me super curious.
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I haven't read it either. Partly, I'll admit, because I didn't know about it. But the summary does not impress me.
Oh god. It's Lovie who has the Parrot tattoo. As a tramp-stamp.
The poor dead tattoo artist.
he fact that he lit the end of my ponytail on fire on purpose that one time
I saw you mention this already, and am still WTAF DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: about it.
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You're one of the people who Lovie is not allowed to talk to directly, because she is a terrible person and I suspect that her style of terrible would be quite forthrightly bad when interacting with you, even though when I write her, she generally also has to be first-person. But basically in Lovie's universe, the story exists but if BLITs exist they're not known; any image there that has the ability to powerfully affect people does so through various magical systems rather than through science-based properties of the brain. So Lovie had to locate an artist to commission the image (and because of the ways in which she is a terrible person and also the ways in which she described it and the quality of the artist to render the idea into lines, the artist was left sort of skeeved out by their own work) and then researched up a tattoo place that was known for good work. She slapped down the art and told the tattoo artist where she wanted it, that she wanted it to be utterly terrifying, and that she expected excellent work due to the shop's reputation.
The tattoo artist was really excited, and in doing so, altered the design ever so slightly (bending lines and influence alike, a not-so-minor mage) and the result was the sort of tattoo that people looking at it go "Wow, that is SUCH A BADASS TATTOO!" Lovie, looking at it awkwardly in the mirror, was satisfied and left a substantial tip.
On the occasion that she does bare the small of her back in public, she gets a certain amount of wary respect, because this fairly chic young woman has an utterly badass tattoo, and that coupled with her stare like knives says that she has things in her past to be afraid of.
Shawn is ... Shawn. *sigh*
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She sounds like a fascinating person, whom I would be delighted to read about and NEVER EVER meet in real life.
But basically in Lovie's universe, the story exists but if BLITs exist they're not known
Ah. So her tattoo is inspired by the story, but is not actually itself a BLIT. I am slightly reassured. And also kind of reminded of whichever Questionable Content character it is that started getting a Dante's Inferno backpiece but ran out of money early on, so she just has flames coming up her arse.
Shawn is ... Shawn. *sigh*
Indeed. :(
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The problem was that I had no idea what happened after meeting the dragons...
It sounds like a promising beginning.
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*holes up with brains*
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On the prosthetic leg thing, the other characters are all 'what the fuck is wrong with you' and while the context doesn't allow apologies, there's certainly no acceptance of the furry little psychopath's behaviour.
Also, while Rocket's part of the ensemble, he's not the primary/focal character, not by a long shot, and the film overall is generally quiet good. (It could do more for representation of women and other diversity issues, but at it's worse it's no worse than any other given summer blockbuster.) I mean, if you think it's not something you'd like then obviously, you know yourself best, but fandom pulls very specific bits out of films and tumblr alone isn't really a good way to judge the content of a film.
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