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stuff and mondays
For a weekend where I didn’t do anything, an awful lot was going on.
I meant to make soup for dinner Friday night, even went and got leeks, but then ended up not in the mood to cook. Due to baseball (high school and middle school feeder teams, the fun never ends, wheee) there were some complicated pick-ups and drop-offs in odd parts of the county, so we ended up aiming for (what else?) a pub/sports bar in Decatur. So did half the county. By the time we got there, they had an hour wait, and eating at 10 just wasn’t going to cut it. We ended up at a steak place about a block away, which was awesomely good, for both steak and salmon--and had *killer* parmesan mashed potatoes--but it kinda tanked the eating-out part of the budget.
So I made the soup Sunday night and it was good, except I snagged my cuticle with the vegetable peeler and OW. ow ow ow. Still. And of course, the only bandaids in the house are Veggie Tales. My finger is now accessorized with a jaunty Bob the Tomato bandage. Tres chic.
I rewatched The Fast and the Furious late Saturday night, in hopes of possibly catching the new installment in the theaters, and of course had to go find fic, one of which was a crossover with SPN and *that* got me thinking about something I’d read a while ago (maybe earlier this year), a crossover with Buffy that was Dom/Xander, in prison (and yes, I know how that sounds but it was awesome.) Not even at my most cracked could I have dreamed that pairing, so does anyone else remember it? And have a link?
I also blitzed through a rewatch the last 4 or 5 episodes of SPN (I really couldn’t cope with soccer parents this weekend, so if there wasn’t a kid related to me on the field, I was in the car watching on my iphone) …
At the end of last season, right there when it was all falling apart, Dean tells Sam that he has to break the cycle, not keep on with the family tradition of grand, sacrificial gestures. And yeah, we see how that’s turned out (oh, boys, sigh) but I keep coming back to that thread for this season.
Watching them, it’s like Dean’s having to let Sam go, in the way that parents have to let their kids go, which of course, isn’t at all a stretch of the imagination. And Sam has to see Dean, not as the mythical parent he’s always been, but as a person. Neither one of them is liking it, and it’s taking them forever, but they’re doing it, and if they can just get past the pure terror that they both drown in when they so much as think about the other one being gone, the rest of their brains can kick in. There can optionally be as much ass-kicking as is necessary when that happens.
And then, the other thing is that at the end of Chuck’s episode (it’s too early to figure out that acronym), I felt much better about Sam. And much worse, too, because when he tells Dean that Lilith’s running scared, I wanted to cover my eyes and yell, “Pride, Sammy. PRIDE.”
As for Chuck himself, and his visions, I’m holding on fast to how he *didn’t* see Dean coming to get him, that everything he saw came true, but not quite in the way everyone worried about.
Umbrella drinks of denial, anyone?
I meant to make soup for dinner Friday night, even went and got leeks, but then ended up not in the mood to cook. Due to baseball (high school and middle school feeder teams, the fun never ends, wheee) there were some complicated pick-ups and drop-offs in odd parts of the county, so we ended up aiming for (what else?) a pub/sports bar in Decatur. So did half the county. By the time we got there, they had an hour wait, and eating at 10 just wasn’t going to cut it. We ended up at a steak place about a block away, which was awesomely good, for both steak and salmon--and had *killer* parmesan mashed potatoes--but it kinda tanked the eating-out part of the budget.
So I made the soup Sunday night and it was good, except I snagged my cuticle with the vegetable peeler and OW. ow ow ow. Still. And of course, the only bandaids in the house are Veggie Tales. My finger is now accessorized with a jaunty Bob the Tomato bandage. Tres chic.
I rewatched The Fast and the Furious late Saturday night, in hopes of possibly catching the new installment in the theaters, and of course had to go find fic, one of which was a crossover with SPN and *that* got me thinking about something I’d read a while ago (maybe earlier this year), a crossover with Buffy that was Dom/Xander, in prison (and yes, I know how that sounds but it was awesome.) Not even at my most cracked could I have dreamed that pairing, so does anyone else remember it? And have a link?
I also blitzed through a rewatch the last 4 or 5 episodes of SPN (I really couldn’t cope with soccer parents this weekend, so if there wasn’t a kid related to me on the field, I was in the car watching on my iphone) …
At the end of last season, right there when it was all falling apart, Dean tells Sam that he has to break the cycle, not keep on with the family tradition of grand, sacrificial gestures. And yeah, we see how that’s turned out (oh, boys, sigh) but I keep coming back to that thread for this season.
Watching them, it’s like Dean’s having to let Sam go, in the way that parents have to let their kids go, which of course, isn’t at all a stretch of the imagination. And Sam has to see Dean, not as the mythical parent he’s always been, but as a person. Neither one of them is liking it, and it’s taking them forever, but they’re doing it, and if they can just get past the pure terror that they both drown in when they so much as think about the other one being gone, the rest of their brains can kick in. There can optionally be as much ass-kicking as is necessary when that happens.
And then, the other thing is that at the end of Chuck’s episode (it’s too early to figure out that acronym), I felt much better about Sam. And much worse, too, because when he tells Dean that Lilith’s running scared, I wanted to cover my eyes and yell, “Pride, Sammy. PRIDE.”
As for Chuck himself, and his visions, I’m holding on fast to how he *didn’t* see Dean coming to get him, that everything he saw came true, but not quite in the way everyone worried about.
Umbrella drinks of denial, anyone?
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Your comments make me aware that not all of the ways I'm identified with Sammy are good ones.
(My "I can't believe I'm wearing this to work" band-aids were all pink and sparkly.)
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re: Sammy - someone wrote an awesome post S4 story where Dean was still in the not-coping stage and Sam ended up doing something in the spur of the moment that had long-term consequences and I was right there with him. I mean, I could see the issues it raised but... right there.
Lord, did that make any sense at all?
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::sips thoughtfully::
Like, from the outside, with perspective, you can see the consequences coming and think "Wait, no, don't do it!" But from the inside, you can see how in the moment that would seem like the absolutely most reasonable choice.
(I'm not nearly as mad at Sam this season as most people seem to be. Yeah, I want to shake him and say, "Stop lying to your brother, dang nabbit! You know that always turns out badly!" But if it were mine own that were in trouble, I'd stop it any. Way. I. Could.
Period.
*g*
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