thedarlingone

I cannot seem to knit and take many notes at the same time, and I'm going to need to knit to get through the first part of season one.

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I'm tired, and it's four in the morning, but I'm not sure if I stop before "The Broca Divide" whether I'll pick it back up. It does introduce Janet iirc, so there's that? We love Janet. Second best space doctor, right up there with Bones McCoy (who of course defined the role). Janet does on the medical side what Hammond does on the military side: she will make the right decision, she will do her damn job, and you defy her at your peril. She's also five foot four and extremely pretty.

(I know at least one person whose favored SG-1 ship is Sam/Janet, which is honestly more defensible to me from the character dynamics than a lot of them, although really with as much having to put each other in mortal danger as everyone on this base has to do in the course of an average episode, I've always been firmly on the side of the antifraternization regs myself.)

I've been putting off watching more Stargate, because SG-1 took a long time to find its feet -- my recommended optimal watch order for first-time viewing involves skipping four of the first eight episodes, for chrissakes. So if I want to actually watch *everything*, for note-taking purposes, I'm looking at a fucking uphill slog to get started.

So instead of actually watching the show, I thought I'd go through and write down what I remember about the episodes first. XD Starting with season one, obviously, but I might go until I get bored.

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Okay, glancing at the s2 episode list I don't recall every one, and I'm tired, so I think I'll call this for now. Maybe another time I'll actually get to slogging through some of these. S2 does at least have some bangers I know by name, like "Message in a Bottle" (RDA gives really, really good whumpface), "Holiday" (Mike Shanks and Chris Judge are both total fucking shapeshifters), and "1969" (introduces time travel as opposed to dimensional travel).

Also I tried Pikmin Bloom. It is unsatisfactory. Turns out the flower-planting-trail function, which was the draw for me when reading about it, is a mode you have to collect limited resources for and then activate, and optimally you only activate it while walking in a circle around a gym (they don't call them gyms but it's built on the PoGo base and they're functionally gyms), which completely defeats what I would want out of a walking app that supposedly leaves a trail of where you've been.

Also, since you don't catch pikmins like pokemons in the wild, it functions as "if you had to hatch every pokemon in PoGo before using it" and thus naturally pushes you to buy an obscene number of single-use incubators. No thank you.

i walked a mile and a half, which is more than i really should have but i wanted to try out a pokemon go "Route" near my house, and now i am going to have three large blisters tomorrow. *and* i was wearing my good hiking socks and laced my shoes properly. i just have no calluses left because i haven't been able to walk for so many years. ouch.

(i really shouldn't play pokemon go. it is all about getting you to overcommit. but it occupies pretty much the entire space of "game you can have running in the background while you meander around and then when you open it up there are rewards")

Memed from viridian5 – where I've been in the US. (Yellow is never visited. If I ever go to New England my percentage will jump sharply. Otherwise... well, "I have been a stone doomed to rolling," as Gandalf said.)

Welp, my CGM has decided to go fuck itself and stop reading my blood sugar, but for some reason CGMs like to do this by giving a reading of "dangerously low" (below 40, when a non-diabetic runs 70-120 range normally), and then of course because that *would* be genuinely dangerous if it was for real, the app keeps yodeling at me to fix it, with an alarm that cannot be shut off. Every half an hour since before midnight, to be precise. I don't know why it's always in the middle of the fucking night when these things decide to quit; and I absolutely cannot, will not, miss my appointment to pick up my sacroiliac joint support belt this coming afternoon.

The path of wisdom would probably be to take a series of Mythbusters naps, waking up every half hour, rather than pulling a straight all-nighter. I don't know if I'm that smart. I fucking hate being woken up just as I'm getting to sleep.

(I don't want to take off the CGM to deactivate it because I want to have as much diagnostic data as possible in the app until it realizes it's dead, so they can then hopefully send me a free replacement for it having crapped out early. However, this does put me in a bit of a corner.)

I suppose I could run my laundry. It needs it; I've been out of clean bras for some time. Doing laundry when you can't stand up for more than five minutes without severe back pain is a tricky process.

Part of me is also, as I so often do when things are very uncertain, pondering starting a far too large project that will likely never be completed; in this case, watching all of Stargate from the beginning and taking notes, probably here so I can find them again. (I've never seen Stargate the movie. Actually on a brief glance at IMDb I've never seen anything featuring either Kurt Russell or James Spader. This is less than surprising, given the timeframe, because I've still seen almost nothing made between 1970 and 2000, and not a lot after that.)

(Things are extremely uncertain right now: I don't know if I'll suddenly be functionally abled once I get my belt, I just got the letter announcing that I'm losing my food stamps for not being on disability -- which took a couple months longer to arrive than I expected, and has at least bought me enough time to *get* the belt, if it works -- I haven't even started looking seriously for work because I don't know what my own physical ability level will be by the end of the week. Perfect time to start watching/rewatching 350+ hours of TV that starts at "frankly pretty bad" and spends much of its time at "frustratingly close to good".)

so then I was reading Leia's very old hockey fanfics, which are not good because Leia frankly did not really grasp the concept of writing a "scene" rather than a single-paragraph synopsis of the scene until after we started writing together, but some of them have pretty strong concepts because Leia is very good at ideas. and because for the past eight and a half years one of my jobs in our writing partnership has been helping unfold her ideas into scenes instead of synopses, my brain keeps trying to unfold these stories into better stories. but they are very old stories and a lot of the players have since become problematic, or retired, or both.

but! she also has a stargate hockey fusion/AU thing. ( Read more... )

which means. that i have now watched all of stargate sg-1 season six, which i previously had not, and i have SOME OPINIONS.

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so now -- now i'm fucking *mad*. this character had so much potential! and they used literally none of it! what the fuck, people! what the entire fuck.

( Read more... ) and then i found out that newfoundland's limestone barrens are a gravel habitat that's home to species of groundcover plants found literally nowhere else on earth. (and then i might have gone and made heart eyes at a bunch of photos of scree slopes and gravel beaches that probably most people would find uninspiring. geologists, man. of which i am one, at least at heart.)

have produced about 30k of hockey rpf set in 2008 (now at the beta for any egregious errors of hockey or pittsburghness). have read much of leia's old hockey rpf from 2012ish, which let's be real is not great in execution because neither of us was a very skilled writer in 2012 (not that i was writing with her or would be for another six years, but still. neither of us were good yet), but which does have some excellent concepts underneath the general "leia had not yet learned how to let a scene take up more than a paragraph ever".

leia had, in 2012, published an epic (for 2012 leia, which is to say a little over 20k) on the premise of "stargate characters, nhl setting". ( Read more... )

i'm giving hockey player jack o'neill a mullet though. because i watched all seven seasons of macgyver back in the day and i think i'm hilarious.

have seen a pain management doctor. he agrees there is a strange click-clack in the back of my sacroiliac joints. he recommends a sacroiliac joint support belt (i am scheduled to go see a dme provider's clinician in three weeks to find out if they can get medicaid to cover it, otherwise they start at $30 on amazon) and if my a1c is low enough for the procedure to be safe he will also give me a pair of steroid injections into the sacroiliac joints which are supposed to reduce the inflammation for some years. so i am scheduled to go see my pcp tomorrow and get my 3 month a1c check did. i have been very careful about my insulins and my carbs, and hopefully i can get this procedure done -- my endocrinologist office just cancelled on me for insurance issues so i'm going to have trouble getting more insulin, but if my a1c is low enough now and if the procedures will make me able to move again, i will be able to go to endocrinologists that require more mobility to reach, so.

i'm so fucking tired though. i have an appointment every day this week

While I am very grateful to the unofficial YouTube channels that upload old NHL games in full, since there's no official way to access the damn things at all, I really wish they were available in a higher resolution than 360p or very rarely 480p. The jersey numbers are so reliably illegible that if I have any interest in a particular player (other than a goalie), I have to basically develop an entire sense of their playstyle, movement, body language, where they're likely to be in relation to the puck and the play... I pretty much have fallen into being primarily a goalie fan because they're the only players I can actually identify unless I want to sit through an entire playoffs series learning to recognize one guy's moveset.

I mean, it's not like being a goalie fan is a *hardship*. ^_^ But there are 36 other players on the ice in any given game, and I do like being able to follow their work as well. Plus, one of the major uses I make of my hockey opinions is to inform my writing of space battles for my Star Wars fic -- I did not expect when I allowed my partner to try to get me into hockey a few years ago that my biggest initial takeaway was going to be "Sidney Crosby plays like Wedge Antilles flies", but it's actually made a huge difference in how I think about and describe the ways different pilots perceive and try to control the battlefield, to the point that I consistently get compliments on my space battle writing these days. And for that work, I need to understand forwards especially, because snubfighter pilots don't really have the ability to throw hits or block shots (more than once, anyway), only shoot and dodge.

(Leia thinks it's extremely cool that I *can* develop this ability to recognize one player's moveset and thereby tell who he is even when I can't see his damn jersey. I have to admit it's probably played into how useful I find the process for space battles, but I'd rather be able to read the jerseys.)