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Apr. 22nd, 2013 05:54 am1) *watches rooftop scene again* I think "It's my process" has to be my favorite line from PoI S2 (so far). It's probably more Emerson than Finch (do computer programmers talk about their "process"? Actors do. And writers) but he makes it Finch, so that's okay. And Reese's eye-rollyness. Comedy gold in the midst of incipient tragedy: so my thing.
2) Not that I need a canonic response to the Boston Marathon bombing, but I do currently have Finch and Reese in an approximate timeline-of-now sitting in a motel in western Massachusetts not-deciding where to go next, and I'm wondering if Boston is mentioned must one accommodate reality, even when reality means a failure on the part of the Machine? On the other hand, the Machine is not feeling well at the moment, and also, why do I care when I'm writing an obvious AU (or will have done so soon enough, I'm sure. YAY SHOW BACK THIS WEEK).
3) Several hours of weeding yesterday = achy back and legs. But there are trashcans filled with weeds (I will try not to think about how many truckloads of weeds are left out there) and podcasts helped. (Not Michael Emerson again, no. I'll save him for something more difficult to dig out than deadnettle and hairy bittercress.) The Nerdist chats are still weird and sometimes irritating, but where else are you going to hear Dominic Monaghan doing Yoda impressions, or Jorge Garcia geeking out about time travel?
4) Speaking of which, the hosts were trying to get Lost-actors-behaving-badly stories out of both of them (neither complied), which made me glad yet again to not have been caught up in Lost fandom while it was airing or at anytime since. (Not that I get caught up in fandoms ever really. I consider myself to be very much on the edge of PoI fandom, or at least firmly embedded in the AO3 puddle and merely peering occasionally into the lake of Caveezle yearning and animated gifs that is tumblr.) (For the record, I look at Jim Caviezel and say objectively, my, that is a fine sample of well-put-together manhood, that does not turn me on in the least. I look at Michael Emerson and go guh. We are not responsible for our biology. Although there is plenty of Emerson-sex-god yearning on tumblr as well, which restores my faith in my own oddities.)
5) It is probably not a good idea to go out this evening and drink lots of microbrew beer and then get up at six tomorrow to go off and run a garden for four hours. But that's what I'm doing. *reminds self to drink water* *congratulates self on having a bullet point without Michael Emerson or Harold Finch in it*
*writes*
2) Not that I need a canonic response to the Boston Marathon bombing, but I do currently have Finch and Reese in an approximate timeline-of-now sitting in a motel in western Massachusetts not-deciding where to go next, and I'm wondering if Boston is mentioned must one accommodate reality, even when reality means a failure on the part of the Machine? On the other hand, the Machine is not feeling well at the moment, and also, why do I care when I'm writing an obvious AU (or will have done so soon enough, I'm sure. YAY SHOW BACK THIS WEEK).
3) Several hours of weeding yesterday = achy back and legs. But there are trashcans filled with weeds (I will try not to think about how many truckloads of weeds are left out there) and podcasts helped. (Not Michael Emerson again, no. I'll save him for something more difficult to dig out than deadnettle and hairy bittercress.) The Nerdist chats are still weird and sometimes irritating, but where else are you going to hear Dominic Monaghan doing Yoda impressions, or Jorge Garcia geeking out about time travel?
4) Speaking of which, the hosts were trying to get Lost-actors-behaving-badly stories out of both of them (neither complied), which made me glad yet again to not have been caught up in Lost fandom while it was airing or at anytime since. (Not that I get caught up in fandoms ever really. I consider myself to be very much on the edge of PoI fandom, or at least firmly embedded in the AO3 puddle and merely peering occasionally into the lake of Caveezle yearning and animated gifs that is tumblr.) (For the record, I look at Jim Caviezel and say objectively, my, that is a fine sample of well-put-together manhood, that does not turn me on in the least. I look at Michael Emerson and go guh. We are not responsible for our biology. Although there is plenty of Emerson-sex-god yearning on tumblr as well, which restores my faith in my own oddities.)
5) It is probably not a good idea to go out this evening and drink lots of microbrew beer and then get up at six tomorrow to go off and run a garden for four hours. But that's what I'm doing. *reminds self to drink water* *congratulates self on having a bullet point without Michael Emerson or Harold Finch in it*
*writes*
