green_dreams: Books, and coffee cup with "Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book" on the side. (Default)
Alright. Despite the way the last one ended[1], I'm watching the first episode of the second season. The first season had some good moments, after all. I liked Tate, for the longest time.

Bunch of the same actors; after the contemporary open, it looks like they're going with a period piece. The location for this season is an asylum--initially a tuberculosis sanitarium, turned into an asylum for the criminally insane run by the Catholic church. Given how they handled psychiatric help in the last season, I am the antithesis of optimistic.

Cut because there might be spoilers. It's all so rotten, I can't tell. )

So we've got a show set in an asylum, where all but three and two-halves (the Monsignor and Wendy) of the characters are patients, and we still can't actually get a protagonist who's mentally ill? We aren't that rare on the frigging ground, you know.

Apparently Ian McShane will be joining the show. I'm honestly not sure that that's enough to have me watch a second episode. I watched the entire run of Supernatural, I watched Revolution, and I don't know that you could get me to watch this.
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[1] In a fest of Biblical Roanoke magic spell therapy-is-all-lies and women-are-baby-crazy shit that had me earnestly explaining to the dog that if she ever meets a therapist like the one in the TV show she should bite him and she would be a good dog for doing it.
[2] She died. Horribly. Probably.
[3] He'll get five more blows with a cane, they'll get a piece of candy.
green_dreams: (Astonishingly still calm.)
Hmh. Well, bit of good news; apparently my French reading and writing skills aren't B, they're E. (For those not up on the grading system for the federal government, it means that rather than being "adequate" on the poor-adequate-good range, they're actually good, and in fact so good I don't need further testing ever. Yay further job options.)

Also, WRT depression: somebody gets it.

(The only thing missing is a panel about someone explaining how no, really, they have a smashed hand too because they appreciate the dark beauty of pain...)
green_dreams: (shooty dog thing)
So... unwinding, having a nice quiet day, being in a good mood (thank you, meds, I can pinpoint a couple of times where this day would have gone straight to hell without you).

Trust me, that thank you is relevant. Because in the midst of an evening of dinner, fire, cheesy TV, books, knitting, and random "Oh look at the internets", I get reintroduced to the idea that mental illness is admirable. That it's sensitive, exotic, desirable in some way that hoi polloi just cannot understand--

I shall pause, now, should you be feeling the urge to gag.

And then there's the idea of how creative mental illness makes you. You know what creativity on depression is like?
"Witty closing remarks have been replaced by massive head trauma and severe hemorrhaging."
It hurts. And not in a graceful, perfectly-poised tears and poetic sorrow way. It hurts like lying down, getting a small lawnmower put above some random part of your body, and then having it turned on. You get anything artistic or creative or even functional out the door, you do it in spite of your depression, because that bitch is busily jumping up and down on your artsing fingers and kicking you in the head.

Romantic, innit?

Evening.

Nov. 1st, 2010 07:07 pm
green_dreams: (fallout icon - love. love never changes)
So, it's November, and the knitting project I am working on is at the point where there's just the finishing left. (You know what that's like, right? When you need to sit down with needle and yarn and weave all the loose stuff in and it takes forever and it's not knitting anyway, dammit, it's...)

(You know.)

I was trying to figure out if I was up for knitting something (with minimal finishing) for savesnowssanity. 'cause lately with my free time I've been doing things I like doing, but I've been doing so many of them that I start to get bitter about not having time off, any time off, and that shit I do not need right now TYVM. Really.

Wow, that turned into a ramble. )

Uhm. Anyway. Yeah. There's a bunch of auctions of BPAL and art and jewelry and perfume and knitting and stuff over here, maybe worth taking a look.
green_dreams: (Puddleglum)
Cautions apply. Useful efforts here.

From loose memory...
It took the three of them in different ways. Jill felt sorry for the poor stag, and thought it was rotten of the giants to have killed him. Eustace was shocked, as you might be if you'd heard of the murder of a dear friend. But Puddleglum, who was Narnian born and bred, felt ill and faint and sick as you would if you'd discovered you were eating a baby.
They put people like me in Pennhurst.

They put people like me in there... )

They put people like me in there. And they're selling tickets.

(ETA much later: snakey also gets it.)
green_dreams: (commit no nuisance)
I've noticed a pattern; when I get stressed, I cast on a new project. Work announces they might stop existing? I knit John a facecloth. I get told it will take me six weeks[1] for work to get a copy of Dreamweaver? I start knitting a shrug.

I suppose it's productive, at least. (Also, knitting projects have the niftiest names. And I love this yarn. I keep thinking of it as 'stonespun', some weird combination of 'homespun' for it's not-glossy slightly-uneven feel and 'stone' for the colours.)

John sent me a couple of links, too. One is an excellent piece on the pristine purity of language, and why all that nonsense about objecting to "man" to cover both sexes is ridiculous--
For years, Niss Moses, authoroon of the well-known negrist tracts A Handbook of Nonracist Writing and Words and Blacks, has had nothing better to do than go around the country making speeches advocating the downfall of "racist language" that ble objects to. But when you analyze bler objections, you find they all fall apart at the seams. Niss Moses says that words like "chairwhite" suggest to people-most especially impressionable young whiteys and blackeys-that all chairwhites belong to the white race. How absurd! It's quite obvious, for instance, that the chairwhite of the League of Black Voters is going to be a black, not a white. Nobody need think twice about it. As a matter of fact, the suffix "white" is usually not pronounced with a long "i" as in the noun "white," but like "wit," as in the terms saleswhite, freshwhite, penwhiteship, first basewhite, and so on. It's just a simple and useful component in building race-neutral words.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's about why all that nonsense about objecting to "white" to cover all races is ridiculous. My mistake.

(Have I mentioned how acceptable "they" is as a gender-neutral term to refer to the individual? 'm just saying.)

Also, [personal profile] kaigou has something on the differences between mental illnesses, disabilities, and people talking out of their ass.
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[1] And this is after it first came up three weeks ago. Do not even get me started.
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