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how is it already the last week in january?
Wow, I swear I didn’t think it’d been quite so long since I last updated, but apparently it has been.
So, we had snow, which is always Crazy!Tiems here, and then it stayed cold, which interferes with the let-the-sun-melt-it snow-removal strategy we practice. We ended up missing 3 days of school, but BabyBoy and I had no trouble flying up to NYC on the end of that. He did his auditions, which, STRESSFUL, but we also managed to see Kinky Boots and eat our way through multiple Manhattan food halls. I may never make ramen again, not after some of the exquisite broth I got. There were also some excellent crepes (both sweet and savory), amazing salumi, good pizza, a lobster roll or two, and a chili cheese dog from a Nathan’s truck outside of the Met. (Sadly, we couldn’t go inside, because by that time we were walking along Central Park with our luggage & big bags are a no-go at the Met, but the weather was so nice that continuing our walk was an excellent alternative.)
The auditions were up and down, but I think he handled the downs pretty well (came back to the hotel, took a nap, and spent my money on Broadway tix to remember why he wanted to go through the grind in the first place.) The next days’ auditions went well, I think, so that was good. Of course, now he has bronchitis and is on these mammoth-sized antibiotics, but sometimes sh*t happens.
Also in the sh*t happens category, D totaled his truck somewhere in the middle of all that (pre-snow.) He walked away from it (with the okay of the paramedics) and saw his doctor the next morning, but then went back to work too early and ended up graying out as he walked out of the door of his trailer/classroom the next day. *That* got him a trip in an ambulance and a night in the emergency room for a full work-up of tests and all. Very exciting. (Not.) (Seriously, aside from the worry, it was the most boring 5 hours you can imagine.) Everything showed up okay; he just needed to chill a little longer. Fortunately, the weather came in not long after, so there was some externally-enforced downtime (where he’d have otherwise have been running tryouts and gearing up for the new team/season.)
But his car really is gone, so the car shopping process begins. /o|
On the fun side of things, I got through the second season of The Crown, which I was rationing to no more than 1 episode every other day, just because I knew I’d skip going to bed one night to binge if I didn’t keep strict control. #2Son had gotten through it ages ago, so I’d end up texting him whenever Phillip started getting on my nerves (so, yeah, pretty often), or when some idiot PM did something extra-stupid (yep, again, pretty often), or every time they didn’t flinch away from just how ill-suited Margaret and Tony really were (non-stop, on their episodes.) He finally came upstairs and sat in the same room with me, gaming while I watched, just so he didn’t have to pause his game to pick up the phone and text me back.
There was also a re-viewing of The Last Jedi, this time preceded by a re-viewing of The Force Awakens, and I have 2 thoughts to share, which are spoilery (for TFA as well as TLJ), so I will cut:
Point the First: I’d forgotten how very “Wizard of Oz” I found Snokes’ disembodied talking head in TFA, but then, after seeing him in TFA at home and immediately going to see TLJ, it hit me that he really *was* the Wizard of Oz: completely hollow and out of his depth. I mean, he named himself (I bet solid money on that) ‘Supreme Leader’ but he’s not exactly in the same league as Palpatine, is he? None of them are in the same league as the Empire, though they’re all trying super-hard. Hux doesn’t have anything on the seasoned military leaders the Empire churned out, Kylo Ren is a pale imitation of Vader (at least in TFA; we’ll have to see how his deliberate turn to the Dark Side plays out in E9… ), Snoke turned out to be pretty easily dismissible. They’re all working that ‘pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain’ vibe for all it’s worth, and the production design told us that straight-up in TFA.
Point the Second: I’m looking at the conflict they’ve set up in the new movies as the second half of the OT conflict, kind of like WWII was really WWI, Pt. 2. I think this roughly equates TLJ with Dunkirk (and Leia as Churchill, ugh, sorry).
Otherwise, I do not mind the whole casino side-plot (because that’s where Finn decides he really is Rebel Scum ♥ ♥ ♥); I am totally okay with the Leia being able to use the Force to survive space (though I tilt my head at her little zoom-zoom through the wreckage, just from aesthetics); I do not understand why people find it so hard to believe that someone who works in maintenance in a hangar would not be able to pilot a little dirtside skimmer (it’s like saying a mechanic in a garage has no idea how to drive), hi, Rose; and honest-to-god, effing YODA said the Force is everywhere, all living beings are part of it, so why is it not believable that someone other than Anakin Skywalker and his (boy) kid got an extra helping of sensitivity and could use it before they knew what it was (hello, Rey.)
Also: still StormPilot to the core of my being. (I’m so sad my writer’s block slowed down my “Finn wakes up in Medical and Poe is there to take care of him” curtain fic until it got jossed, but what can you do?)
So, we had snow, which is always Crazy!Tiems here, and then it stayed cold, which interferes with the let-the-sun-melt-it snow-removal strategy we practice. We ended up missing 3 days of school, but BabyBoy and I had no trouble flying up to NYC on the end of that. He did his auditions, which, STRESSFUL, but we also managed to see Kinky Boots and eat our way through multiple Manhattan food halls. I may never make ramen again, not after some of the exquisite broth I got. There were also some excellent crepes (both sweet and savory), amazing salumi, good pizza, a lobster roll or two, and a chili cheese dog from a Nathan’s truck outside of the Met. (Sadly, we couldn’t go inside, because by that time we were walking along Central Park with our luggage & big bags are a no-go at the Met, but the weather was so nice that continuing our walk was an excellent alternative.)
The auditions were up and down, but I think he handled the downs pretty well (came back to the hotel, took a nap, and spent my money on Broadway tix to remember why he wanted to go through the grind in the first place.) The next days’ auditions went well, I think, so that was good. Of course, now he has bronchitis and is on these mammoth-sized antibiotics, but sometimes sh*t happens.
Also in the sh*t happens category, D totaled his truck somewhere in the middle of all that (pre-snow.) He walked away from it (with the okay of the paramedics) and saw his doctor the next morning, but then went back to work too early and ended up graying out as he walked out of the door of his trailer/classroom the next day. *That* got him a trip in an ambulance and a night in the emergency room for a full work-up of tests and all. Very exciting. (Not.) (Seriously, aside from the worry, it was the most boring 5 hours you can imagine.) Everything showed up okay; he just needed to chill a little longer. Fortunately, the weather came in not long after, so there was some externally-enforced downtime (where he’d have otherwise have been running tryouts and gearing up for the new team/season.)
But his car really is gone, so the car shopping process begins. /o|
On the fun side of things, I got through the second season of The Crown, which I was rationing to no more than 1 episode every other day, just because I knew I’d skip going to bed one night to binge if I didn’t keep strict control. #2Son had gotten through it ages ago, so I’d end up texting him whenever Phillip started getting on my nerves (so, yeah, pretty often), or when some idiot PM did something extra-stupid (yep, again, pretty often), or every time they didn’t flinch away from just how ill-suited Margaret and Tony really were (non-stop, on their episodes.) He finally came upstairs and sat in the same room with me, gaming while I watched, just so he didn’t have to pause his game to pick up the phone and text me back.
There was also a re-viewing of The Last Jedi, this time preceded by a re-viewing of The Force Awakens, and I have 2 thoughts to share, which are spoilery (for TFA as well as TLJ), so I will cut:
Point the First: I’d forgotten how very “Wizard of Oz” I found Snokes’ disembodied talking head in TFA, but then, after seeing him in TFA at home and immediately going to see TLJ, it hit me that he really *was* the Wizard of Oz: completely hollow and out of his depth. I mean, he named himself (I bet solid money on that) ‘Supreme Leader’ but he’s not exactly in the same league as Palpatine, is he? None of them are in the same league as the Empire, though they’re all trying super-hard. Hux doesn’t have anything on the seasoned military leaders the Empire churned out, Kylo Ren is a pale imitation of Vader (at least in TFA; we’ll have to see how his deliberate turn to the Dark Side plays out in E9… ), Snoke turned out to be pretty easily dismissible. They’re all working that ‘pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain’ vibe for all it’s worth, and the production design told us that straight-up in TFA.
Point the Second: I’m looking at the conflict they’ve set up in the new movies as the second half of the OT conflict, kind of like WWII was really WWI, Pt. 2. I think this roughly equates TLJ with Dunkirk (and Leia as Churchill, ugh, sorry).
Otherwise, I do not mind the whole casino side-plot (because that’s where Finn decides he really is Rebel Scum ♥ ♥ ♥); I am totally okay with the Leia being able to use the Force to survive space (though I tilt my head at her little zoom-zoom through the wreckage, just from aesthetics); I do not understand why people find it so hard to believe that someone who works in maintenance in a hangar would not be able to pilot a little dirtside skimmer (it’s like saying a mechanic in a garage has no idea how to drive), hi, Rose; and honest-to-god, effing YODA said the Force is everywhere, all living beings are part of it, so why is it not believable that someone other than Anakin Skywalker and his (boy) kid got an extra helping of sensitivity and could use it before they knew what it was (hello, Rey.)
Also: still StormPilot to the core of my being. (I’m so sad my writer’s block slowed down my “Finn wakes up in Medical and Poe is there to take care of him” curtain fic until it got jossed, but what can you do?)