The Way of the Spoon

So between my perusal of the archives of fandomsecrets, Welcome to Night Vale and watching Series One of Hannibal before it disappears off the Sky+, my nights have been fairly full of late...

Mostly things are fine except for the back injury which has rather stranded me in terms of being able to do anything besides hobble around like a 90 year old or lie flat on my back. In order to fix my back therefore, I have been taking long walks at night because fuck knows the damn dog doesn't get nearly enough exercise, so even a stroll with me is always beneficial, and it stretches out my lumbar muscles in a way that helps. Walking during the day is a really bad plan what with possible work colleagues being abroad in the world and going 'Oi, aren't you meant to be laid up at the minute?', even though walking was actually suggested by the doctor, and also my pesky aversion to sunlight. I'm not a vampirist mental or anything, I just prefer not to be seen by other people because their eyes are everywhere watching oh god, and it's just easier to be unseen at night. Aaand oops, my antisocial behaviour and SAD are showing.

In addition to walking around at night, listening to Welcome to Night Vale (because the only things that make walking the dog at 3am spookier are Cecil Baldwin's monotonous foreboding tones directly in your ears) I have also been spending a lot of my time with a very hot heat pad resting up against my spine. This helps a great deal, although I am getting twinges across my shoulders, and I kinda wish I just had a toasty warm jumper. Or just better musculature.

As well then, as the creeptastic and frankly wonderful Welcome to Night Vale to keep me safe and warm at night, I have been watching through Series One of Hannibal. And for anyone whose body-horror-squick threshold is high, I would absolutely recommend it. To any film students also. I have the irrational urge to perform scene analysis on various parts of it. It's utterly beautiful in terms of set and lighting and just all the things.

I really desperately want to pull a scene (any will do) of Will and Hannibal in Hannibal's office, or Hannibal and anyone in the dining room, or Hannibal and his shrink in her office and just do some proper mise-en-scene on that shit. The set, the shots, the lighting, the colour filters, the music (diegetic and non) the whole lot are just totally geared towards bringing out various aspects of character. The costumes are perfect for the moods. Unf. I really want to film student all over this show.

Sorry. I've always been a geek about the making of stuff, and though I did study film, it wasn't for long enough to get any kind of qualification, and I really regret that actually, because holy crap is that stuff interesting. I would dearly like to retake the class I did before and finish it. If I ever do, I'll let you know.

In other news, the next Agents of SHIELD list-review will be coming along some time tomorrow. Enjoy.

And Good Night Out There. Whatever You Are.

Okay, so with the viewing of episodes 3 and 4, rule 13 is no longer in effect.

13. The hotter a woman is on this show, the more batshit, useless or stupid she is. (Hence Cersei and Daenerys being stunning, but a mental case and a doormat respectively, and Cat being made to look much plainer (Michelle Fairley is so not plain) and being the 'only sane woman'. Though actually, it does look kinda like she's about to start something, so maybe time will tell on that one.) I believe, however, that this may get better over time. I hear good things from the interwebs.

This is due to several factors. Daenerys apparently has a spine now. And I like that. Though I must say, mostly I like that she smacked Viserys in the face and made him bleed. Cersei continues to be a raging mental bitch. (Yes, okay, I can see that Robert is basically a crap husband since he does what he wants and damn everyone else, and he has always been and is still in love with Ned's dead sister, but she could at least not be so fucking Slytherin about it all. ...Mostly I just blame her for Joffrey, though negligent Robert and Jamie the wanker can't have helped.) And now Cat's gone and done something very, very stupid, so away the merry-go-round spins.

Next episode to watch in the am some time. Right now I shall sleep and dream of the awesomeness that is Arya kicking the shit out of Joffrey. ...In my mind.

So you know that Big Bang I was going to do?

Didn't do it. SHOCKING I know.

However, what is quite shocking is the fact that I've recently picked the bloody thing back up again and started writing. It's too late for BB it's too late for NaNo, but I have time in which to do stuff and apparently what I needed to motivate me to write was a whiny dog yipping at my feet and Led Zeppelin on repeat for three hours a day. Huh.

So I'm not promising that it'll be done in anything like short order, but I'm thinking I might actually be able to get a fair bit of it down on paper before my brain tries to kill me again. Or Christmas. Whichever happens first.

In other news, I hate winter (not actually news), I do not trust rope lights, and I whilst I definitely need Minecraft to complete me I clearly shouldn't have it unless I want to admit to everyone that I can't exist in the real world.

So I recently decided it'd be a great idea to get a Dreamwidth account, what with so much fic being up on here these days and having to tell the stupid bot that yes, I am over 18 every time I click between chapters, and also what with half of the population of lj having taken a nosedive right into dw I felt I should protect the good name (hah!) of plum and make sure it was mine.

So here I am.

I doubt I shall say much, and I really doubt that I'll go off an look for people to talk to on dee-doubleyou, but stranger things have happened, and if you recognise me/my name from el-jay, feel free to add me, just don't expect me to be incredibly communicative.

As it is, right at this particular moment in time I'm tired and I've been watching Band of Brothers (something that always drains me a bit emotionally) and reading heart-wrenching stories. Thus I am surlier than I may ordinarily be. Ignore it. It passes.

Also I've been stuck on TGWTG.com for the past few weeks and I'm a little bit out of touch with the world, since I've been bouncing indiscriminately between education and the internet, and any people I may have bumped into in the mean time have been purely incidental. I mean I see my housemates and stuff, and we did have folks 'round on Friday, but right now it all seems quite hollow and weird.

Which isn't the point, and is probably the combination of SAD and insomnia talking...

Anyway, I'm going to go now and leave this as a joyous reminder that I have no reason to be here and don't expect anyone to read or find it.

Yeah.