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lunasarielHoMe continues awesome, of course. This week we covered the Flight of the Noldor and related unpleasantness, and...wow. It's been so long since I read The Silmarillion, there's so much I've forgotten and am just now being reminded of. For example, I'd forgotten just how much of an unmitigated badass Galadriel is. We see her as this wise, calm guide/prophet figure in LotR, but there's so much under the surface. Oromë taught her to hunt! She rebelled with Fëanor! She crossed the Heclaraxë! "Finrod was with Turgon, his friend; but Galadriel, the only woman of the Noldor to stand that day tall and valiant among the contending princes, was eager to be gone. No oaths she swore, but the words of Fëanor concerning Middle-earth had kindled in her heart, for she yearned to see the wide unguarded lands and to rule there a realm of her own will" (90). Bad. Ass. In fact, I'm beginning to see the enforcedly meek demeanor of Lothlórien as Galadriel attempting to atone for past "RAAAR"-ness, or at least to guard against repeating Fëanor's mistakes. Oh, and also, yes, Fingon is still awesome. It's never said explicitly that he was the one holding the whole mess together when they started to fragment and Fëanor's words started to lose power, but it's pretty heavily implied. Like, the sons of Finarfin stayed because of their friendship with him, he was rarin' to go with the whole plan in the first place, and, interestingly enough, Maedhros' problem with the plan to burn the ships was not that it would mean leaving their friends and kinsmen in the lurch in a deeply inhospitable environment, possibly to face some extremely angry Valar for the crimes Fëanor himself incited them to, but because it would mean leaving Fingon behind. Speaking of which, how *does* one get the epithet "the valiant" in paradise, anyway? My guess would be that it's a recently-gained one, possibly an attempt to put a better face on the Kinslaying incident, but this is definitely open to interpretation. And this was also a great showcase of just why I like Fingon: he didn't swear the Oath of Fëanor, so he's not in danger of going as rabidly insane as his (half-)cousins, but he did take part in the Kinslaying, so he's not as "too good for this sinful earth" as the Finarfinions, as his hands are as bloody as any. I dunno, he's just a good balance of Fëanorion nuts and Finarfinion Nice Guy.
I wish there was more fic and/or meta exploring his reactions to the whole SNAFU. I mean, there must have been some serious resentment directed at Fëanor personally, whom he canonically hated, which may or may not have been displaced onto his sons (my thoughts: it was displaced onto the three Cs, especially Curufin, who was the most like Papa Fëanor, both in body and in mind, but considers the others only slightly more culpable than himself), since he was essentially tricked into killing his kinsmen by the assumption, which nobody did anything to disprove, that the Teleri were the aggressors. And then, of course, there would be the guilt. Oh, so much guilt! And he was apparently "bold and fiery of heart," which, given the context, isn't exactly a ringing endorsement. And throughout the whole part of the Flight that actually takes place in Valinor, he was always the most eager, outside of the Fëanorions themselves, to get gone, and is frequently seen charging into new situations and not looking back at what he was giving up on. But he dealt with the guilt differently than the rest of his family, who also, it's assumed, took part: Fingolfin, Turgon, and Nerdanel pretty much holed up in their respective cities and stayed put until some crisis forced them out, but it's always Fingon we hear about, riding around and healing feuds and rescuing people andslaying driving off dragons and whatnot.
The rest of my week was very bleh. I spent most of it on the sleep-deprived side, as I had some pretty disconcerting dreams Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I don't remember much of them, and they weren't nightmares per se, but they were unpleasant. The only part I remember clearly was taking my cat Cassie somewhere in SoCal, and we stopped at a cheapo motel. Cassie was sick, although not as sick as she was at the end, and I only had an iced green tea latté with whipped cream for her to drink (which, what, since I've never even had an iced green tea latté), and I went out to get her some water, and there was a kitten outside that also needed water. I couldn't stop for it right then but promised myself I'd be back soon with water for them both, but I woke up before I could. So, like I said, disquieting. And that was pretty much the only notable thing to happen to me all week, aside from going to talk to my BritLit professor about the essay due later this week (one of three, eep!), which was neat, and she pointed me in some interesting directions.
Things started getting a bit more interesting once the weekend started, though. I hadn't seen M in almost two weeks, since I was gone weekend before last, so we hung out almost all of Friday. We bemoaned our collective business, got lunch, and watched braincandy tv. So a typical, but very much-needed, start to the weekend. For lunch, we stopped by the new Asian bakery, as per usual, but I also steered us towards Bongo Burger, which is only a block away from my dorm. OK, funny story here: while I was back Oop North, I was determined to go to either In-N-Out or Foster's Freeze, two of the surprisingly large number of good burger places in the area. I've never lived more than, say, 15 or 20 minutes' drive away from a really good burger and fries, and maybe a shake to go with it, so the dearth of good burger places in Berkeley surprised and dismayed me. There are places that serve burgers (which vary wildly in quality), but the only actual burger place I'd been to is Smart Alec's, which, meh. I like them mostly for their nuclear garlic fries. But Roomie 2.0 mentioned that she's had good experiences with Bongo Burger, which I pass every time I head towards the bookstores on Telegraph, so pretty frequently. I've never stopped there, though; I really don't know why, since it's right next door to Shakespeare & Co. and always smells great. But on Roomie 2.0's suggestion, I stopped there once last week, and was overjoyed to finally find a good burger in Berkeley. A great burger, in fact. And their fries are even good! So I've been eating there probably more than I should, and I dragged M along on Friday, and she decreed it tasty, too, so success!
And as for our braincandy tv, we watched a couple more episodes of an anime that M really likes. I admit I wasn't enthralled, but she sat through Hornblower for me, so I can sit through Black Butler for her. I'm discovering that anime really isn't my bag anymore, and I find the "cute" girl to be truly mind-bogglingly annoying (my theory: she's using the whole spoiled princess thing as a cover for the fact that she's a sadistic sociopath who enjoys being able to make other people miserable and getting away with it by crying), and I find the intentional shotacon vibes to be creepy (and not the good kind of creepy, either), but it definitely has its good points, too. Like sometimes it can be truly creepy (and I mean the *good* kind of creepy, this time), it does some fascinating things with light and shadow, the music is generally good, and a few of the twists have been genuinely interesting. Oh, and it's set in Victorian England, so of course Jack the Ripper showed up.
After that, I asked M to introduce me to Teen Wolf. After seeing it plastered all across Tumblr (Supernatural, in which I'm now only very tangentially involved, but is an, er, vocal fandom, recently got into a shipping war with it) and hearing M enthuse about it, I thought I might as well give it a try, and hoo boy, but is it good braincandy. It requires absolutely zero brainpower to watch, which is nice after my typical brain-frying week, it rivals Supernatural in terms ofgratuitously half-naked men fanservice, and is sometimes unintentionally hilarious. The werewolf makeup is rather on the goofy-looking side, there are some shots that are clearly meant to be ARTISTIC but that usually end up with us looking up a character's nose (not kidding here), and jesus christ, but these are the dumbest townsfolk ever. Or possibly just the most unobservant. Like, mysterious man comes out of nowhere, violently attacks student for no reason, and leaves. No comment. 130 lb. asthmatic can suddenly tear locker doors off their hinges with his bare hands and execute backflips from a standing start over people's heads and throw a ball so hard it destroys a lacrosse stick. Still no comment. Students loudly discuss murdering people in the middle of class. Nothin'. I mean, I've lost count of the number of conversations that take place in crowded halls/cafeterias/classrooms that boil down to
Stiles: "HEY, SO HOW'S BEING A WEREWOLF GOING?"
Scott: "NOT SO GOOD. I THINK I MAY HAVE KILLED SOMEONE LAST NIGHT, SINCE I CAN'T CONTROL MY WEREWOLF POWERS YET."
Stiles: "OH, BY THE WAY, THEY FOUND A DEAD GUY IN A BLOOD-SMEARED CAR RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL. RIGHT OVER THERE. THINK YOU KILLED HIM WHILE YOU WERE BEING A WEREWOLF?"
Scott: "I DUNNO, MAYBE. WEREWOLVES LIKE ME DO THAT SOMETIMES."
Stiles: "I SURE HOPE YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S DAD DOESN'T FIGURE OUT THAT YOU'RE A WEREWOLF AND SHOOT YOU. THAT WOULD BE AWKWARD. BECAUSE HE HUNTS WEREWOLVES. AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT ANY OF THIS."
Allison: "Hi, guys!"
Scott: "I'm totally not a werewolf."
And nobody bats an eyelash. Seriously, this is one of those "must be seen to be believed" things. All in all, it feels a lot like early Buffy the Vampire Slayer, although of course there are differences. None of the Teen Wolf guys have Joss Whedon's ear for snappy dialogue, and the nakama is sadly lacking. On the other hand, though, it's much less Monster of the Week-y, and has a strong sense of internal continuity, which is a very good thing. But there are some things, like the mean jock/bitchy cheerleader combo of minor antagonists who later become allies (which, btw, was cliché when Joss did it in 1996, and now I'm not sure whether it's retro and camp, or just ultra-cliché), the Bad Dude with his leather jacket and single >:| expression (ditto), awkward flaily comic relief-esque BFF, supernatural shenanigans impinging on one's ability to attract and/or maintain a relationship with the opposite sex, "I just want a normal life!" (which I believe is said word-for-word at least once), and awkward attempts to cover up said supernatural shenanigans (greatly aided by the fact that everyone in the town is apparently an idiot, as mentioned above). I hope that, like BtVS, it will outgrow it's campy "lol cheesy monster movie tropes on purpose" beginnings to become something truly great. And M says that it really takes off in the second season, so I'm hopeful.
Saturday, though, was just great. I slept for, like, nine hours (and sorely needed hours, too) and got a ton of reading done. I have now finished eleven novels and about 200 or 300 pages' worth of articles/excerpts. *flexes* That's the good news. The bad news is those three papers I mentioned previously. One, a mini "reaction paper" has thankfully been put off until next Monday, but I have one 5-6 page paper due on Thursday, and another 5-7 page one due Friday. So guess what I'm going to be doing this week? I spent most of the reading trying to get all my reading out of the way, and this went...okay. Saturday, as I said, was extremely productive, but I got bogged down on Sunday (more on this in a mo'), and the end result is that I'm farther along than I usually am, but I'm not exactly as free to devote all my time to paper-writing as I'd like. Oh, well, at least I have my topics all picked out and know where to find most of my quotes.
On Sunday, I banged my head against my pile o' reading some more, with strategic breaks for R&R (one thing I dislike about the Modernists is that you have to be paying attention EVERY SINGLE SECOND. There's never a break, never a breath; it's all so densely packed in there that it gets exhausting quickly), but more importantly, I finally went out and bought My Hat! I've been trying to justify it to myself for quite a while, but dammit, I've been looking for this hat for years, and as, like, 98% of my apparel comes from Target/Old Navy and thrift stores, I deserve one really nice thing to wear. I sent photos of the different options to a couple of friends whose sense of style I admire, and, based on their input, I went for a small, dark green (I hate the phrase "olive green," which makes me think of the Army, or worse, actual olives) one and got it all water-resistant sprayed and everything. But when I got home with it, I simultaneously realized two tragedies: I'd bought it a size too small, and it doesn't go with my usual outerwear. I bought My Hat with my charcoal grey wool coat in mind, but that's really only suitable for heavy weather. My only other pieces of outerwear are a Cal hoodie (which is fantastically warm and snuggly, btw) and my new sporty zip-up slate-blue hoodie, and the last one is pretty much the only one suitable for Bay Area early fall weather like we're getting right now. But, as I've discovered, a fancy cloche, with a leather band and a maker's mark and everything, looks way too dressy to go with a hoodie. So I'm going to either wait for colder weather (somewhat unlikely, because I want to show it off) or go coat shopping (also somewhat unlikely, given the post-Hat state of my finances, but Berkeley is the Mecca of quirky thrift/vintage shops, so we'll see what comes up). Also, while I was glorying in having My Hat, trying it on with different things (made more difficult by the fact that the only mirror in our room is 4"x6"), I realized that I'd bought it a size too small. For reference, take this comparison:
is what Ilook like in my head want to look like, but
is what I actually do look like. Aside from the fact that she has, y'know, hair and makeup and stuff, I have come to the conclusion that the small size makes my head look a little too bullet-shaped, so I've decided to go back when I get a spare minute and upgrade to a medium, as I want people to look at me and think "The Great Gatsby," not "pith helmet."
In other news, this week's meme is entirely self-indulgent. I haven't done a regular ol' shipping meme in a while, and this isn't even the randomized version of a shipping meme (like this one, as an example). I would call this one something on the theme of my Massive Meme dump that I did last winter, where I took a standardized set of questions, plugged a fandom into each one, and just ran with it.
[EDIT: There was going to be an actual meme here, but apparently I can wax kind of lyrical when rhapsodizing about my favorite OTPs, so I had to cut it out and post it seperately.]
Oh, and finally, happy slightly late Geek Week, everyone! I know it was officially Hobbit Week, with The Hobbit's 75th birthday on Friday and Bilbo's and Frodo's on Saturday, but Firefly also turned 10 on Thursday (I like to think that Joss had something to do with this, although his lack of control over airing dates was the main problem). So this was a good week to be of the nerdly or geeky persuasion in general.
I wish there was more fic and/or meta exploring his reactions to the whole SNAFU. I mean, there must have been some serious resentment directed at Fëanor personally, whom he canonically hated, which may or may not have been displaced onto his sons (my thoughts: it was displaced onto the three Cs, especially Curufin, who was the most like Papa Fëanor, both in body and in mind, but considers the others only slightly more culpable than himself), since he was essentially tricked into killing his kinsmen by the assumption, which nobody did anything to disprove, that the Teleri were the aggressors. And then, of course, there would be the guilt. Oh, so much guilt! And he was apparently "bold and fiery of heart," which, given the context, isn't exactly a ringing endorsement. And throughout the whole part of the Flight that actually takes place in Valinor, he was always the most eager, outside of the Fëanorions themselves, to get gone, and is frequently seen charging into new situations and not looking back at what he was giving up on. But he dealt with the guilt differently than the rest of his family, who also, it's assumed, took part: Fingolfin, Turgon, and Nerdanel pretty much holed up in their respective cities and stayed put until some crisis forced them out, but it's always Fingon we hear about, riding around and healing feuds and rescuing people and
The rest of my week was very bleh. I spent most of it on the sleep-deprived side, as I had some pretty disconcerting dreams Tuesday and Wednesday nights. I don't remember much of them, and they weren't nightmares per se, but they were unpleasant. The only part I remember clearly was taking my cat Cassie somewhere in SoCal, and we stopped at a cheapo motel. Cassie was sick, although not as sick as she was at the end, and I only had an iced green tea latté with whipped cream for her to drink (which, what, since I've never even had an iced green tea latté), and I went out to get her some water, and there was a kitten outside that also needed water. I couldn't stop for it right then but promised myself I'd be back soon with water for them both, but I woke up before I could. So, like I said, disquieting. And that was pretty much the only notable thing to happen to me all week, aside from going to talk to my BritLit professor about the essay due later this week (one of three, eep!), which was neat, and she pointed me in some interesting directions.
Things started getting a bit more interesting once the weekend started, though. I hadn't seen M in almost two weeks, since I was gone weekend before last, so we hung out almost all of Friday. We bemoaned our collective business, got lunch, and watched braincandy tv. So a typical, but very much-needed, start to the weekend. For lunch, we stopped by the new Asian bakery, as per usual, but I also steered us towards Bongo Burger, which is only a block away from my dorm. OK, funny story here: while I was back Oop North, I was determined to go to either In-N-Out or Foster's Freeze, two of the surprisingly large number of good burger places in the area. I've never lived more than, say, 15 or 20 minutes' drive away from a really good burger and fries, and maybe a shake to go with it, so the dearth of good burger places in Berkeley surprised and dismayed me. There are places that serve burgers (which vary wildly in quality), but the only actual burger place I'd been to is Smart Alec's, which, meh. I like them mostly for their nuclear garlic fries. But Roomie 2.0 mentioned that she's had good experiences with Bongo Burger, which I pass every time I head towards the bookstores on Telegraph, so pretty frequently. I've never stopped there, though; I really don't know why, since it's right next door to Shakespeare & Co. and always smells great. But on Roomie 2.0's suggestion, I stopped there once last week, and was overjoyed to finally find a good burger in Berkeley. A great burger, in fact. And their fries are even good! So I've been eating there probably more than I should, and I dragged M along on Friday, and she decreed it tasty, too, so success!
And as for our braincandy tv, we watched a couple more episodes of an anime that M really likes. I admit I wasn't enthralled, but she sat through Hornblower for me, so I can sit through Black Butler for her. I'm discovering that anime really isn't my bag anymore, and I find the "cute" girl to be truly mind-bogglingly annoying (my theory: she's using the whole spoiled princess thing as a cover for the fact that she's a sadistic sociopath who enjoys being able to make other people miserable and getting away with it by crying), and I find the intentional shotacon vibes to be creepy (and not the good kind of creepy, either), but it definitely has its good points, too. Like sometimes it can be truly creepy (and I mean the *good* kind of creepy, this time), it does some fascinating things with light and shadow, the music is generally good, and a few of the twists have been genuinely interesting. Oh, and it's set in Victorian England, so of course Jack the Ripper showed up.
After that, I asked M to introduce me to Teen Wolf. After seeing it plastered all across Tumblr (Supernatural, in which I'm now only very tangentially involved, but is an, er, vocal fandom, recently got into a shipping war with it) and hearing M enthuse about it, I thought I might as well give it a try, and hoo boy, but is it good braincandy. It requires absolutely zero brainpower to watch, which is nice after my typical brain-frying week, it rivals Supernatural in terms of
Stiles: "HEY, SO HOW'S BEING A WEREWOLF GOING?"
Scott: "NOT SO GOOD. I THINK I MAY HAVE KILLED SOMEONE LAST NIGHT, SINCE I CAN'T CONTROL MY WEREWOLF POWERS YET."
Stiles: "OH, BY THE WAY, THEY FOUND A DEAD GUY IN A BLOOD-SMEARED CAR RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL. RIGHT OVER THERE. THINK YOU KILLED HIM WHILE YOU WERE BEING A WEREWOLF?"
Scott: "I DUNNO, MAYBE. WEREWOLVES LIKE ME DO THAT SOMETIMES."
Stiles: "I SURE HOPE YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S DAD DOESN'T FIGURE OUT THAT YOU'RE A WEREWOLF AND SHOOT YOU. THAT WOULD BE AWKWARD. BECAUSE HE HUNTS WEREWOLVES. AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT ANY OF THIS."
Allison: "Hi, guys!"
Scott: "I'm totally not a werewolf."
And nobody bats an eyelash. Seriously, this is one of those "must be seen to be believed" things. All in all, it feels a lot like early Buffy the Vampire Slayer, although of course there are differences. None of the Teen Wolf guys have Joss Whedon's ear for snappy dialogue, and the nakama is sadly lacking. On the other hand, though, it's much less Monster of the Week-y, and has a strong sense of internal continuity, which is a very good thing. But there are some things, like the mean jock/bitchy cheerleader combo of minor antagonists who later become allies (which, btw, was cliché when Joss did it in 1996, and now I'm not sure whether it's retro and camp, or just ultra-cliché), the Bad Dude with his leather jacket and single >:| expression (ditto), awkward flaily comic relief-esque BFF, supernatural shenanigans impinging on one's ability to attract and/or maintain a relationship with the opposite sex, "I just want a normal life!" (which I believe is said word-for-word at least once), and awkward attempts to cover up said supernatural shenanigans (greatly aided by the fact that everyone in the town is apparently an idiot, as mentioned above). I hope that, like BtVS, it will outgrow it's campy "lol cheesy monster movie tropes on purpose" beginnings to become something truly great. And M says that it really takes off in the second season, so I'm hopeful.
Saturday, though, was just great. I slept for, like, nine hours (and sorely needed hours, too) and got a ton of reading done. I have now finished eleven novels and about 200 or 300 pages' worth of articles/excerpts. *flexes* That's the good news. The bad news is those three papers I mentioned previously. One, a mini "reaction paper" has thankfully been put off until next Monday, but I have one 5-6 page paper due on Thursday, and another 5-7 page one due Friday. So guess what I'm going to be doing this week? I spent most of the reading trying to get all my reading out of the way, and this went...okay. Saturday, as I said, was extremely productive, but I got bogged down on Sunday (more on this in a mo'), and the end result is that I'm farther along than I usually am, but I'm not exactly as free to devote all my time to paper-writing as I'd like. Oh, well, at least I have my topics all picked out and know where to find most of my quotes.
On Sunday, I banged my head against my pile o' reading some more, with strategic breaks for R&R (one thing I dislike about the Modernists is that you have to be paying attention EVERY SINGLE SECOND. There's never a break, never a breath; it's all so densely packed in there that it gets exhausting quickly), but more importantly, I finally went out and bought My Hat! I've been trying to justify it to myself for quite a while, but dammit, I've been looking for this hat for years, and as, like, 98% of my apparel comes from Target/Old Navy and thrift stores, I deserve one really nice thing to wear. I sent photos of the different options to a couple of friends whose sense of style I admire, and, based on their input, I went for a small, dark green (I hate the phrase "olive green," which makes me think of the Army, or worse, actual olives) one and got it all water-resistant sprayed and everything. But when I got home with it, I simultaneously realized two tragedies: I'd bought it a size too small, and it doesn't go with my usual outerwear. I bought My Hat with my charcoal grey wool coat in mind, but that's really only suitable for heavy weather. My only other pieces of outerwear are a Cal hoodie (which is fantastically warm and snuggly, btw) and my new sporty zip-up slate-blue hoodie, and the last one is pretty much the only one suitable for Bay Area early fall weather like we're getting right now. But, as I've discovered, a fancy cloche, with a leather band and a maker's mark and everything, looks way too dressy to go with a hoodie. So I'm going to either wait for colder weather (somewhat unlikely, because I want to show it off) or go coat shopping (also somewhat unlikely, given the post-Hat state of my finances, but Berkeley is the Mecca of quirky thrift/vintage shops, so we'll see what comes up). Also, while I was glorying in having My Hat, trying it on with different things (made more difficult by the fact that the only mirror in our room is 4"x6"), I realized that I'd bought it a size too small. For reference, take this comparison:
is what I
is what I actually do look like. Aside from the fact that she has, y'know, hair and makeup and stuff, I have come to the conclusion that the small size makes my head look a little too bullet-shaped, so I've decided to go back when I get a spare minute and upgrade to a medium, as I want people to look at me and think "The Great Gatsby," not "pith helmet."
In other news, this week's meme is entirely self-indulgent. I haven't done a regular ol' shipping meme in a while, and this isn't even the randomized version of a shipping meme (like this one, as an example). I would call this one something on the theme of my Massive Meme dump that I did last winter, where I took a standardized set of questions, plugged a fandom into each one, and just ran with it.
[EDIT: There was going to be an actual meme here, but apparently I can wax kind of lyrical when rhapsodizing about my favorite OTPs, so I had to cut it out and post it seperately.]
Oh, and finally, happy slightly late Geek Week, everyone! I know it was officially Hobbit Week, with The Hobbit's 75th birthday on Friday and Bilbo's and Frodo's on Saturday, but Firefly also turned 10 on Thursday (I like to think that Joss had something to do with this, although his lack of control over airing dates was the main problem). So this was a good week to be of the nerdly or geeky persuasion in general.
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Date: 2012-09-25 05:09 am (UTC)I recommend getting yourself a big shawl-type scarf in a similar color to the hat. That way your hat will not be the only dark green thing you are wearing because it will have something to coordinate itself with.
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Date: 2012-09-25 07:07 am (UTC)Aww, thanks! Compliments like this really make my day; I haz warm fuzzies now. <3
I recommend getting yourself a big shawl-type scarf in a similar color to the hat.
Oooh, good idea! I freely admit I am not wise in the ways of clothes, so I didn't really know what I was going to be looking for. I secretly love big shalws, which are useful in a variety of ways as well as pretty, and come to think of it, one would go really well with Edith (what I've named My Hat).
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Date: 2012-09-25 05:36 am (UTC)Thank you for the continued dispatches from HoME. They're really making me want to reread the Sil, because I was so bowled over by Feanor that I don't remember much not directly related to him (although I do remember the "wide unguarded lands" and Galadriel being a badass -- but I think that was from the selective reread of stuff on her, the Istari, and Turin et al I did more recently).
I'm sorry to hear about the busy week and disquieting dreams, but glad you got a good burger and to hang out with a friend.
Good luck with all your essays! (I hope the topics, at least, are interesting.)
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Date: 2012-09-25 07:21 am (UTC)Thanks on both counts! A lot of people actually seem to be saying that I should keep the size I have, and giving it up has now been made more difficult by the fact that I've named it (Edith or Edie), so I might end up not be exchanging it after all...
Thank you for the continued dispatches from HoME.
No worries! I'm glad I'm getting all this stuff down now, because I'll definitely want to remember it when I'm giving other people reasons to go to Cal. "It's great! You learn to write in Tengwar and have long, involved arguments about whether or not Fëanor was justified in his actions. Oh, and I guess there's some other stuff, too, if getting college credit for spending two hours talking about Tolkien isn't enough." XD
I was so bowled over by Feanor that I don't remember much not directly related to him
Heh, that seems to be the most common reaction to him. "I...just...OH MY GOD...you...what? ...Okay. Well then."
Good luck with all your essays! (I hope the topics, at least, are interesting.)
Thanks, and two of my topics are very interesting, but one requires me to Take A Position On A Social Issue, which provokes a rather ostrich-like reaction. I just want to write about my dead white dudes (with occasional forays into dead white ladies and dead non-white both dudes and ladies)! *sobs*
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Date: 2012-09-26 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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