borealgrove: Death beckons, draws them close. (She Draws Them Close)
I just spent the better part of the night researching period underwear. But in my defence... I really was due for some new pairs, and I am completely fed up with using things like panty liners. About ten years ago, I switched to reusable cloth pads (my skin was not enjoying the disposable variety), and I wasn't a fan of tampons either (I kind of forget my body exists half the time because I'm so far up in the clouds, so for my own safety, I don't like to use tampons, because there's a huge chance I'll forget they're there lol). I started getting tired of cloth pads after a while too (less irritating, but can get bulky and hot to wear in the summer), so I did exhaustive research on menstrual cups thanks to the amazing sizing charts people have compiled online, and found one that fit properly! Success!

However, even with the cup, I couldn't cut pads out entirely. And... horror of horrors... I started to notice that the pants I wore the most for work were developing holes. RIGHT IN THE UNMENTIONABLE ZONE.

Oh, god.

This happened twice to perfectly good pants before I realized that it was due to the snaps from my cloth pads/liners constantly rubbing against the fabric of my pants as I went about my day. So I spent my evening researching alternatives and decided to try "leakproof" (in quotes until I can test away my skepticism lol) undies from Knixwear. Which can apparently replace liners at the very least, and possibly take the place of tampons. I'm not holding my breath for that bit--I still love my cup. I just need something light that can replace liners. I'm at the end of my rope. I nearly had a tantrum at work in a bathroom stall last week when I realized that I had soaked through my underwear and onto my brand new (expensive) pants. Like, body can you stop fucking cleaning yourself for one goddamn minute so I can go about my day in peace?

Breathe.

Hey, if those leak-proof, sweat-proof, moisture wicking panties work, I'll be a happy frickin camper, I tell you.

I found another brand (Dear Kate) that makes yoga pants with leak-proof lining meant to be worn without underwear and... that's the dream, man.
borealgrove: (Crabby Space Trash Panda)
The messages just keep coming, so I've started replying to them by prefacing them with I may not answer you for a month, more for my own piece of mind than for theirs--I hate leaving people hanging. I'm so fixated on the messages lol. Everyone on Facebook seemed to have forgotten that I existed until about a month or so ago, and now I've had a handful of people that hadn't said a word to me in months (or years) suddenly strike up a conversation. I just don't understand why now, and why all at once! It's not bad, just strange.

So aside from my ongoing discombobulation about these messages piling up, I've had a pretty productive week. I finally got that new FS chapter posted (it turned out to be slightly shorter than a previous chapter, so I didn't beat my record, but I was close), and I worked out most of the rest of the plot for my HP Drizzle fic... I'm now about 1/3 of the way through writing it (though the way I ramble, that may change). I started my SSHG Smut Fest submission as well, but since that one doesn't require beta-reading, and will run a little shorter, I'm going to work on that one afterwards, or at least when the Drizzle fic is almost done.

I did go out this weekend to get started on a scavenger hunt of sorts (you complete it at your own pace) that a group of friends signed up for--it was pretty hot out yesterday, and we got a little lost on one of the clues, so we didn't get far, but it made for a fun afternoon. We'll end up planning another day to continue sometime this month or the next. When we couldn't take the heat anymore, we went to a café to relax and cool off, and then some of us continued on to a restaurant for a late supper. The service at the restaurant was neither good nor bad... it was weird. It was confusing, almost. It wasn't really that busy (at one point, we were basically the only people there other than a few at the bar) but the service seemed very slow, and there were mix-ups. One friend ordered a certain beer and after a long wait, she was offered a completely different (but equivalent one that they weren't selling fast enough) even though they had the one she wanted in stock -- they didn't bother bringing the one she ordered, just the one they wanted her to drink instead, so she would have just felt fussy to say "no, I want what I ordered" because that would mean she'd have to wait even longer, and make them go back and change it. She enjoyed it, but I could tell that she had wanted the one she had originally ordered, and she gave in not to make a fuss. I didn't much like that. It would have been fine if they'd brought both bottles of beer at once and she'd chosen the 'new' one. Then, I ordered an appetizer, because I didn't want a large, heavy entrée, and they brought me... an entrée? Like? What? The thing I ordered didn't even sound remotely like what they brought me? I have no idea why they brought me that? Wtf? Even weirder, that was the only entrée on the menu that actually appealed to me. Again, to not feel like an picky asshole customer, I just accepted it and didn't complain, but it was very weird. At one point, one server said he'd bring us water, and then the other brought it instead... but then the first came over and saw the filled glasses and was like "wtf?". Really bad communication in that restaurant, I guess, and maybe understaffed. The servers also left a couple times without waiting for all of us to give our orders. The thing that caused us all to burst out laughing, though?

At the end of the meal, after the first of the four of us had paid, the card reader suddenly died and the server had to go get another one. What timing. It kind of summed up the whole experience lol.

In other fandom news... The 13th Doctor has been announced, and I am very much looking forward to seeing the next Doctor in action! I'm also looking forward to all the saltiness dying down. I'm seeing a lot of discussion on my Facebook right now about people going "oh IT'S JUST TO SATISFY THESE SJWs" and so on and so forth, and an upsurge of Bill-bashing (I'M NOT HOMOPHOBIC BUT). It's tiring to look at, so I'm not going to bother to dive in and try to talk sense into people essentially throwing temper-tantrums because an alien character that can regenerate into whatever form it likes isn't going to take a human male one for once. Again, as ever, Dudley says it best:

36? BUT LAST YEAR--LAST YEAR, I HAD 37!!!!!

Okay, fine, I will add in my two cents. One person was complaining that Bill's character was 'all about her being a lesbian'. Yes. Because she's a lesbian. And people in real life and on-screen, tend to just assume someone is straight unless told otherwise. Which is why it's important to break that assumption. And the only way to do that is by making characters that very clearly announce these things. Because even though straight is 'default' right now, it won't always be. It is something I believe will change--that one day, announcing even straightness may be normal. The assumptions won't be the same. But for now, it is important that queer characters get to embrace their queerness and announce it--so that people who are bothered by queerness can't just pretend that it's not there and not face their own discomfort.

In a similar vein, those that are screaming SJW about the Doctor regenerating as a female are screaming because the default for them is male. They don't want to watch female main characters--they're bothered by female-led superhero movies as well. To them, female-led movies and shows are 'chick flick' material, a female character automatically dumbing things down. Realistically, the Doctor being played by a female actor shouldn't actually be too different, but any tiny mention of femaleness is going to be magnified by these tantrum-throwers because maleness is 'default' and 'assumed', and anything female is jarring and unneeded and pandering.

Boys are brought up to scorn 'girly' things, and girls are brought up to enjoy 'girly' things (while being told they're lesser) and to like 'normal' stuff ('normal' stuff being anything that is not girly). So... we need to keep destroying that shitty dichotomy because in it, everyone loses.
borealgrove: (Layabout)
So, I suppose the main thing of note today is that my LJ account has been restored, after nearly a week of being suspended. The explanation I got was that my account was flagged as spam and so suspended on those grounds. I am glad, yes, that my account was un-suspended, but I can't help but still feel frustrated that the suspension happened without warning (I suppose they couldn't be bothered to check an account flagged as spam before suspending?), and also that it happened despite the fact that I paid for a custom userhead. Yes, a relatively inexpensive purchase, but I still became a paying customer. Do spam bots really pay in order to spam? idk man, just a bad overall customer experience. It has never happened to me before, and on my old accounts, I posted a hell of a lot more frequently. Just really unimpressed with it all.

Well. I'm back. This frustration should dissipate over the next couple of days, especially as I can actually participate in comms again, and read entries, even if only to lurk. I assume all of my comments have been un-deleted (ugh, so frustrating to have been basically wiped off the face of the site), so if there was anything left unsaid, or suddenly cut off--now I can properly say: Sorry about that!


I'm still winding down after a pretty awesome and tiring con weekend in which I saw John Barrowman do pirouettes in a Tardis pattern dress so I'm going to go eat, and... maybe more on that later lol!
borealgrove: (Out of Bounds)
Livejournal just suspended my borealgrove account with zero warning and zero explanation.

I have sent them a message asking for more information, but I almost don't expect anything to come of it. If they're willing to just axe my account without any explanation, why would they care to give one after the damage has already been done?

Good thing I moved all of my posts here just in case. But that does nothing for all the friends I was making over there that have not yet moved to Dreamwidth.

Pretty pissed about this.

Wow.
borealgrove: (Out of Bounds)
Whew, it's been a hell of a week. I finally posted that massive, draining chapter, had a ton of meetings at work, and yesterday celebrated my best friend's birthday all day.

As an aside: I have two best friends, as I ascribe to the Mindy Kaling principle of Best Friend isn't a person, it's a tier. I still remember watching that episode of The Mindy Project and hearing angels descend from the heavens to sing as she delivered that line.

I mention this, because said best friend's birthday was celebrated with my other best friend, and my partner (who I suppose constitutes as a third best friend!). We had homemade curry at my place, went downtown for an escape room, did some shopping, went for dessert at a cafe, went to supper, and then all returned home in order to play a set of high-level missions in Warframe before going to bed. A really great day all-in-all.

The escape room we tried was one of the newest in the city, and was interesting because it is part of a themed series--once you complete all the rooms in the series (the location keeps track of who has and has not completed the rooms--'completed' meaning that you have at least made an attempt to escape), you are able to go back to the location and request access to a dossier of clues. These clues will allow you to do a scavenger-hunt-like expedition downtown at your own leisure, and as long as you solve it, you will be entered to win prizes. But obviously getting to do such a large scale puzzle is the best part! So, in other words... we have figured out what one of our goals for the summer is.

The escape room itself was really interesting and the puzzles were challenging enough that we didn't manage to escape.

Hmm. No, that's not quite right. It wasn't the puzzles that were too challenging. It's that we got stuck with two strangers. And said strangers, unfortunately, were not on our level, to put it simply.

As soon as we were introduced, one of them said "YES! We got an asian! A smart person! We're definitely going to escape!"


I just had to take a moment to breathe deeply there.


My friend and I shared a look. From that comment alone, it was clear we had been stuck with a couple of uneducated douchebags, to put it lightly. But my partner took the 'positive' stereotype with grace and said, "I think all four of us are really smart, actually!" I wanted to bite their heads off about it, but we were about to be stuck in a locked room with these chucklefucks for 45 minutes, so... I held the old tongue.

Every major clue was solved by us. They found things, but did not actually figure them out. In fact, they did worse than not figure things out: they would insist our ideas were wrong even when they were right, and just generally hamstrung us at every opportunity. I truly believe that they thought they were being reasonable, which is sad. There was one puzzle that I figured out, and it wasn't THAT difficult to understand, it just involved coordination from several people at once. The person (who had made the asian-exclamation, for lack of a better term), just would not stop hemming and saying "ummm... I don't think that's right", without offering any counter-theory for how to complete the puzzle. And eventually, after wasting a fuckload of my time by my having to explain and re-explain the simple mechanics of the solution, said "I don't really get it, I think it might be wrong...". ARGH. So I just told the person, "that's okay, maybe you can help with something else, and someone else can come help me."

We eventually asked for our free hint, because time was running out, and lo and behold, when they came in and explained the part I was TRYING to work on, their explanation was exactly what I had figured out. Asian-exclamation came over with this awkward smile and was like, "too bad you weren't doing it right".

What?! Did you?! Listen?! To the same explanation?! That I did?!

The other person, Sir-Stands-Around, stayed out of the way, mostly, wasn't actively doubting every possible solution we proposed, but when I asked him to try a combination on one of the remaining locks, buddy took over a minute to put in the four numbers. Four. Numbers. He also didn't do it correctly. So I ran over to do it myself. Like. I was trying to be patient with these people, but we would have escaped if it was just us, that's how much they actively hampered us.

Oh, right, and at the end the puzzle that Asian-Exclamation went to help with instead of mine, was the one my partner was working on (a logic puzzle, another that I started the ball rolling for, and which I would have loved to have helped with if my own puzzle could have been finished quicker!). Asian-Exclamation, like in my case, just kept talking and insisting in this slow, uncertain way, that he wasn't putting things in the right order. Which caused him to be unable to concentrate. This puzzle involved smelling some herbs and spices, and she kept insisting that two of the bottles smelled identical. Which apparently wasn't the case, but she was very certain of this. SIGH. The only silver lining is that due to her insistence on this fact (and probably even more, secretly due to the fact that the staff noticed we were pretty frustrated with being stuck with said hamstringing chucklefucks), we were given 50% off for our next visit.

Next time, we will absolutely attempt to scrounge up two more reliable puzzle-solvers to come with us.


Anyway, the rest of the day was great! I mean, even through the disappointing escape room experience, the room itself was still really interesting, with some great puzzles in it. The company was just sub-par.

Oh, and because this is slightly funny: I got my friend some David's Tea goodies for her birthday (a pinkish-red iced-tea press and 150 grams of Chocolate Cake tea in a burgundy tin), but due to the fact that buying the iced-tea press conferred a loose-tea discount on the user until the end of July (and plus, then she would also get the reward points for the purchase), I very un-subtly demanded that she hand over her Frequent Steeper card "for no reason in particular". Even funnier, it took her a minute to get it. She just gave me this strange, reluctant look until it clicked.


Oh, right. I also started using Instagram. And it's addictive. Fuck.
borealgrove: (Meltwater)
I finally decided to get my hands on and read The Cursed Child, because I figured it was time to form my own opinion--due to my being out of town at the time the book came out, and the very mixed reviews from fans that followed, I just sort of shrugged and decided to wait until the price dropped a bit.

And I was fine with that.

But then, the other day, I was perusing Tumblr (read: I could not stop scrolling, and consequently lost several hours of my life that I will never get back... and liked it). I happened upon one post in particular that made me want to finally sit down and read the thing. The essence of the post was "Hermione calls Severus by his first name". I had no idea why she did, or in what context, but I thought to myself:

yep, I'm gonna go read that shit now.

And so, I did.

I'm incorrigible, I tell you. What a reason.

Anyway.

Moving on.

Thanks to a few cups of tea, some fuzzy socks, and a warm blanket, I have now finished reading The Cursed Child, and I have thoughts. Not entirely clear ones, as I have only read the play through once, but a few things jumped out at me as I read. Overall, the play isn't terrible, but it's not great.

Such shining praise.


My point-form yet still lengthy thoughts... )

Overall, it wasn't terrible, as I said... but it did feel like a mediocre fanfic. Entertaining, to a degree, but not serious. Not something you would re-read (except... I probably will, since it is canon, albeit disappointing canon). Sort of a favourite and forget type of situation. It could have been a lot better--better characterization, believable relationships, less cop-outs, humour that was actually funny (making Ron the butt of every joke was just pathetic and sad).

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