It’s been a rough transition - he’s not the kind of person I learn well from, but it seems like we’re figuring out how to communicate with each other.
Eh. It’s a job.
It’ll do while I’m killing time and continuing to work on the Get My Ass To London While NOT Working For A Large Souless International Company Plan. (GMATLWNWFALSIC for short…)
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In other news, Sherlock Series 3 picks up filming the 3rd episode at the end of this month. I believe it’s been confirmed that the US will get Sherlock on PBS in 2014, but there’s no UK air date yet.
I’m really curious because the three hints we were given for this season were rat, wedding, bow and the episode titles are “The Empty Hearse”, “The Sign of Three”, and “His Last Vow.”
We know for a fact that “TEH” (*snicker*) is about Sherlock’s return to John and that it’s not going to go well. They showed some of “Three” at Comic-Con so we know it has to do with Mary Morstan and John’s wedding. We know that Mary leaves John at some point in ACD canon - but I can’t remember how - so hopefully she leaves in “Vow”. Like John’s last wedding vow because he never gets married again. (Although that’s not true in ACD canon.)
I don’t know… “Vow” is written by Moffat, so it’s going to be… Moffaty. (Buy stock in Kleenex now. The Sherlockians are going to lose their minds. Guaranteed.)
BUT, BUT, BUT!
Benedict mentioned several months ago that they signed on for series 4, but that was quickly squashed by the powers that be. Moftiss et al have announced that series 4 has been commissioned, but of course there’s no way to give us an estimated air date…
Fuckers.
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Other than that, I’m still getting favorites/kudos on my Johnlock fic. Still working on the Cabin Pressure fic from hell. Still obsessing about writing my next Johnlock fic.
I need to buy suits again. I don’t like suits.
I definitely need to hose out and air dry my ruck - it smells lovely after the Challenge. (I may have forgotten to empty the bag after we got home… WHOOPS.)
yes, that’s a fully clothed belly flop into the Charles
Since a huge part of the GORUCK Tough family believes that what happens at the Challenges stay at the Challenge, I’m not going to do a blow-by-blow of what happened.
I did get a lot of questions about why I chose to go into the ocean fully clothed a while ago. All I could say at that point was there are a lot of Challenges where people wind up in water. I wanted to make sure my moisture wicking clothing would wick moisture, I wouldn’t get blisters from walking in wet socks and shoes, and what the ruck would do in water (hopefully outside of drowning me).
Well, this is why.
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Yesterday, I went to The Dirty Girl mud race to cheer on a friend from the UCMB. I thought I wouldn’t be in good enough shape to do it, but judging from some of the competitors, I could have/should have joined in.
Well, I will next year.
While I was waiting for them to get out of the woods and into the part of the race I could see, I decided that I wanted to run the Manchester Road Race with a friend from elementary school and do a Zombie 10K with my gym buddy. (I’ve discovered that this sort of thing is better with friends.)
I’ve become one of “Them”... I never, in a billion years, thought that would happen. I played volleyball in high school and was in the Marching Band, but I’d never consider myself particularly active. (Marching band is hard work, Peanut Gallery, so don’t even go there.) I guess I can consider myself active now. ——
My friend in Belgium turned me on to a VPN program that lets you watch BBC shows as they air. This is huge to me because it looks like we get edited versions of Top Gear here (it’s like they cut out certain sections for the US audience) and today, Top Gear has Benedict fucking Cumberbatch on it. If I waited to watch it here, I’d have to wait an entire week. That’s just not acceptable when I have the power to watch it today.
Obsessed much? Or impatient?
Flip a coin.
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Also… MY FIRST DAY OF WORK IS TOMORROW.
I never thought I’d be so happy to see a Monday in my life.
matt nathanson :: ll bean, freeport, me :: 07.04.2013
OK… let me preface this by saying HOLY. MOTHER. OF. FUCK.
L.L. Bean does free concerts over the summer and they’ve had some pretty big names. This year, I was clued into the fact that Matt Nathanson was playing there on the 4th. I’m not a die hard fan, but I have a few of his albums and I really like them. They’re good background music because they’re kind of slow and chill. But, yeah, nothing I’m going to know 100%, as opposed to, I don’t know, like R.E.M. (I will always think of that guy in Cleveland who was so impressed that I knew every single song R.E.M. performed that night.)
Not only is Matt an incredible musician, he’s pretty hilarious in between songs. (I took notes! I don’t know why, but I’m mostly glad I did. You’ll see why I say ‘mostly’.)
Before he sang “Run”, he pointed out that it’s normally sung as a duet and that it’s about “an aggressive game of scrabble - the kind where you lock yourself in a hotel room and don’t come out for three days.” However, when he sings it by himself, it’s more like playing solitaire. (I think the family friendly version was a bazillionty million times better than what he could have said!) I will never be able to look at a game of Scrabble the same way again.
I was trying to use the notes app on my iPhone to keep track of the set list and make some notes. I was more successful with some notes than others. I *think* one note is supposed to say “look back at life, regret punches you in the face”... but I have no idea what that means, or what the point of it was. It must have seemed really deep at that particular moment.
While talking about “Room @ the End of the World”, he said that L.L. Bean was definitely where you wanted to be for the zombie apocalypse. He’s not wrong.
Another WTF note: “jello underpants”.
note to self: CONTEXT!
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It was also an amazing day because after 10+ years of “knowing” her online, I finally got to meet E in person.
It’s so weird to see someone in person for the first time and fall into conversation easily because you’ve followed their life over the years, and vice versa.
I don’t think that feeling will ever get old.
Dog bless teh interwebs. Srsly.
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Sound check:
Faster
Car Crash
Under Pressure
Wedding Dress
To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts
Setlist:
Mission Bells
Mercy
To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts
Modern Love
Run
Laid
Still
Detroit Waves (featuring The Doors’ “Break on Through”, Rolling Stones’ “Paint It Black”, and “Amazing Grace”)
Sky High Honey
Room @ the End of the World (featuring Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody”)
The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkle cover)
Car Crash (featuring U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”)
Wedding Dress
Faster
Under Pressure (Queen/David Bowie cover)
Come On Get Higher
Seeing how I probably won’t get the max from the work-from-home accounting company, that’s a huge point in the hotel’s favor. The difference between the max and the hotel’s offer is $1K. That’s it. I’d save $2,700 by not commuting, so it’s really boiling down to freedom, dress code, hours, and do I really want to work from home…
Looking back at my journal, I was kind of “eh” about the hotel job but in it’s defense, I was interviewing for positions I liked better. WAY better. It didn’t help when they hired within and I never heard anything from them. I’m feeling a little burned by that, but at least they realized they made a mistake. The title, though, the fucking title!!!! The office set up is pretty suite, too. (HA! Did you see what I did there? My office would be in a hotel room!)
I’m pretty sure I’m going to take the offer.
I already know a lot of what’s expected of me. I’ve already been given the power to make a major decision should I start. The only quibbling point is whether or not vacation days are based on the calendar year or your anniversary date. I’m going to London for New Year’s - that is non-negotiable - now that I know we have money coming in.
Did you hear that? I’M GOING TO LONDON FOR NEW YEAR’S!! Final-fucking-ly!!! I just wish I could have done it in April. When it mattered. But if wishes were fishes I’d starve to death because I don’t do seafood.
Where was I? Oh yeah…
As much as I like the idea of working from home, I don’t know if I can handle the reality of that being my life. I’m already twitchy being at home all day every day. Granted, I’d have stuff to do, but as an extroverted introvert, I do like being with people from time to time.
The only shitty thing about taking this job is that it’s a small, American, company. Oh well… the more I make, the more I can save, and the more trips to London I can make. *grin*
The story is a sad one, told many times… the story of my life in trying times.
I’m reading a (painfully slowly updated) Cabin Pressure fan fiction full of Martin!whump. Basically, he’s all depressed and suicidal and Douglas comes to the rescue. While the author is talented, and the story is decent, I feel like they don’t get depression. Especially a suicidal depression.
You can’t just bounce back from wanting to kill yourself / jumping off a bridge as quickly as Martin seems to. At least, I can’t. It takes time, love, patience, love, and time. And patience. Did I say that already?
While I don’t want the author to have ever gone through what I have, I do believe in writing what you know. Research can only take you so far.
I’m not saying that I’m writing what I know (hello! gay sex!), but I’m touchy about people who write about mental illness. And yes, I’m a bazillionty hundred thousandy percent that there are gay men reading fan fic written by women who probably get pissed at unrealistic portrayals, too. Actually, I know for a fact that a gay guy took the time and wrote a guide on gay sex for fan fic authors… and I’m not ashamed to say I have it bookmarked. Just in case I want to pull a lemon out of my citrus pocket.
(I always feel like I need to preface shit like that with: “Pot. Kettle. Got it. Movin’ on.”)
But since I feel like the internet’s poster child for mental illness in my corner of the world, I want everyone to know exactly what it feels like to be suicidal. To plan the day you’re going to kill yourself. To face rushing water under a bridge and prepare to jump. I don’t want it glossed over which is what a lot of fiction writers do…
We’re never going to get the understanding, love, time and patience we need until people KNOW, until they get that punch in the gut that clues them into the fact that it’s not all in a depressed person’s head.
That this is real.
That this is painful.
That it fucking sucks.
I hate Martin!whump. I hate whump in all forms, so I’ll never write it, but damn, some days I want to.
