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remindmeofthe) wrote2008-06-27 10:01 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2008-06-27 10:01 pm
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A bunch of random discussion and observations.
* I would like to start with the fact that working at a sandwich shop near a minor league baseball stadium is going to start being hazardous to my baseball RPS health. I've been at Amato's for about a year, now; much longer and some of the rookies with the Red Sox are gonna start being guys I've met. One guy who I believe is a pretty major prospect for the Red Sox, Iggy Suarez, is in all the time. I've taken his orders and made his sandwiches. And he's cute. (And today, when my rather gorgeous assistant manager mentioned to him that she's leaving, he gave her his phone number. Heh.) And whenever he comes in, I think, "Oh man, if he ends up in Boston, there is no way there won't be fic about him." And that just breaks my brain a little too much.
* Work has been dead all week. And it has been hot and gross and stormy and I do not like it.
* My MP3 player, which is apparently on my friendslist, has started spitting John Barrowman's "Every Little Thing" cover at me when I put it on shuffle. And then I listen to it like five times in a row, because it's just so hypnotically awful. I keep waiting for it to suck less or reveal hidden charms, but it doesn't. It does keep getting funnier, though.
* DOCTOR WHO TOMORROW. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. OH MAN. And next week, I'm scheduled to be out early, so I'll have my hands on the finale hours sooner. And then Doctor Who will be over and that will not be okay, but one thing at a time.
* I have found (well, been linked to) two different recs for "Supply and Demand." I can't remember the last time I wrote something people were that enthusiastic about. It's pretty exciting.
* Yeah, I have to blather about soap now. VILLAINESS. I think I've pimped them here before, way back in the day, and I have I've done it a bunch of times in individual conversations. I love Villainess. The products come in a variety of scents that creative and delicious - I have often found myself loving scents I didn't think would hold much appeal for me - and the soap itself is natural. Which, in this case, means it isn't full of all the chemical shit they put in commercial soaps that dries your skin out.
I have too much of this soap. I went through the drawer I keep it in, and I have, like, eight or ten full bars and nearly that many partials (I cut chunks off them so the bars won't be sitting in water and dissolving). I found three bars of a limited edition from, like, two years ago - Chicory Roast, which is earthy and coffee-y and made of win and god I need to use those up before they go off. I found a bar of another limited, Frostbite, which I had completely forgotten I had. Ridic. (And, compared to some of the collections I've read about, positively minuscule. Those of us who collect soap and various other body products, we have issues.)
Why do I bring this up? Because yesterday I got my first order since Villainess underwent a site and packaging redesign, and I am reminded of how much I love their stuff. It was just a small order: a bar of Bathory soap (yep, totally needed more soap) and a jar of Ginger Snapped body cream. Honestly, the soap was just to allow myself to justify the shipping. What I really needed was the cream (the Whipped!, as it's called there), since my job entails washing my hands a lot and having a heavy duty cream at home has helped keep them from getting too horribly dry.
Bathory is a prime example of a Villainess surprise - I've overlooked it constantly for the last two years because the notes just did not sound appealing. But the other day, I finally opened a sample of it that I had, and HI. It does exactly what the scent description suggests; it's way overly sweet when dry, but once you suds it up the scent turns darker and complex. Freaking delicious.
(Speaking of samples, I finally won a game that, uh, no one else knew about! Villainess sends two free samples with every order, and there's a page you can request from, but if they're out of one they'll send something else. I kept asking for a sample of Grundy, and I kept not getting one. In no way is this a complaint, because the replacement samples were always Bathory experiences. My life would be a sadder one if I had not discovered Miss Edith in this manner. So after the first couple of times, I would ask for Grundy just to see what I would get instead. I was almost, almost, disappointed yesterday when my Grundy sample finally turned up. I've been having fun with my little game. *g*)
This is the first time I've gotten the Ginger Snapped Whipped, and I wish it wasn't, because homygod. Ginger Snapped was the first soap I ordered from Villainess, and I've always loved it. This is also the first time I've ordered the Whipped version of a scent I was already familiar with from soap, and it was really interesting to smell the difference. The soap smells like gingerbread cookie dough; when I received that very first order, I was hungry, and I was very sad that I could not eat the soap. *g* The Whipped, on the other hand, smells like freshly baked gingersnaps in the jar, almost like the scent has taken the next step. It smells more like the soap when applied, but in the jar it really is a rich cookie scent.
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supervillainess, I would like to add: Brooke, the new packaging is really pretty and fits well with the concept of the villainess that you use on the site, and the new jars with the metal lids are much classier-looking. :D
* I am a verbal chameleon. I have known this for some time. My grammar and vocabulary have borne traces of British influence for years (I started when I was young; oh, James Herriot, I had to be the only eight year old in my country reading your books).
And now, of course, I've been reading Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. This is starting to become problematic. The use of slang in those books is really heavy and takes a bit of getting used to. Today, without even thinking about it, I swiped a phrase from them. And not just any phrase, no, not something obviously archaic and out of use. It was "ticked off," which the books use to describe the act off ripping a strip off someone. Naturally, my telling a coworker "I've actually been ticked off over it before!" didn't carry quite the meaning I was going for. Maybe I should read something else for a while.
* That said, let me now go on about how Thank You, Jeeves is clearly the pinnacle of literature and I should just never bother with opening another book again because I am bound to be disappointed. I would be here all day if I tried to explain that, and the people are reading this section, if any, probably know what I mean already. So I'll just hit a couple high points that gave me particular glee.
+ Bertie's chat with Roderick Glossop after Glossop's run-in with Brinkley. And how it ends with Bertie and Roddie BFF!!1 And how Wodehouse then does NOT go on to arrange matters so that Bertie falls out of favor with Glossop once more. There is just something about that whole situation that had me practically crying, I was laughing so hard. Like, what? I mean, we all know Bertie is as sweet and charitable as they come, so no mystery there, but why does Glossop change his tune? (This is not a criticism. The genius of Wodehouse is that he can write things that should annoy me and make them totally awesome.) He thinks Bertie's insane, and he's a shrink, so he means that more literally than most people would. Did the blackface and the Brinkley just break him? Or did he see how brightly casual Bertie was about the whole thing, like this kind of shit happens to him every day (which - it kind of does, though generally with fewer attempted murders), and think, "Well, hell, if my life was this exciting all the time I'd be a bit cracked myself!"?
And then, the best part: Glossop departs all, "We should do lunch!" I died. I want to read the account of that lunch SO BAD. Does it exist? Probably not. I bet there isn't any fic with these two being all chummy, either. I am so fascinated by this. Talk about a friendship with a seriously bizarre history.
+ Jeeves retaliating against Stoker's treatment of him by passive-aggressifying away at the end, burying his actual communique beneath reams of tangents, neatly sidestepping Bertie's attempts to keep him on track, and just generally demonstrating a way in which a member of the serving class can get his revenge. Absolutely priceless. After a page or two, all it took to get me laughing all over again was glancing ahead to see how long his next paragraph was.
I have entirely too many thoughts on the show's adaptation of this novel, but I'm seriously running out of steam here, so I'll just say: I understand why they had to change the Brinkley subplot, since a psycho with a knife chasing after Bertie would probably be slightly less amusing portrayed onscreen than it was on the page, but the changes made were boring and overdone and the ep would have been better off if they'd just chucked the subplot altogether and had Bertie start the fire himself or something. The second episode was much better, I definitely understand the changes to the minstrel subplot, I disapproved of Jeeves openly rolling his eyes during the dinner (please, as if he would) but thoroughly enjoyed the rest of his screentime, and I was sad that there was no Bertie and Roddie BFF!!1, because they came so close.
Oh, man, that all took like a year and a half to write. My brain is cooked. I'm not even proofreading. The hell with it.
* I would like to start with the fact that working at a sandwich shop near a minor league baseball stadium is going to start being hazardous to my baseball RPS health. I've been at Amato's for about a year, now; much longer and some of the rookies with the Red Sox are gonna start being guys I've met. One guy who I believe is a pretty major prospect for the Red Sox, Iggy Suarez, is in all the time. I've taken his orders and made his sandwiches. And he's cute. (And today, when my rather gorgeous assistant manager mentioned to him that she's leaving, he gave her his phone number. Heh.) And whenever he comes in, I think, "Oh man, if he ends up in Boston, there is no way there won't be fic about him." And that just breaks my brain a little too much.
* Work has been dead all week. And it has been hot and gross and stormy and I do not like it.
* My MP3 player, which is apparently on my friendslist, has started spitting John Barrowman's "Every Little Thing" cover at me when I put it on shuffle. And then I listen to it like five times in a row, because it's just so hypnotically awful. I keep waiting for it to suck less or reveal hidden charms, but it doesn't. It does keep getting funnier, though.
* DOCTOR WHO TOMORROW. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. OH MAN. And next week, I'm scheduled to be out early, so I'll have my hands on the finale hours sooner. And then Doctor Who will be over and that will not be okay, but one thing at a time.
* I have found (well, been linked to) two different recs for "Supply and Demand." I can't remember the last time I wrote something people were that enthusiastic about. It's pretty exciting.
* Yeah, I have to blather about soap now. VILLAINESS. I think I've pimped them here before, way back in the day, and I have I've done it a bunch of times in individual conversations. I love Villainess. The products come in a variety of scents that creative and delicious - I have often found myself loving scents I didn't think would hold much appeal for me - and the soap itself is natural. Which, in this case, means it isn't full of all the chemical shit they put in commercial soaps that dries your skin out.
I have too much of this soap. I went through the drawer I keep it in, and I have, like, eight or ten full bars and nearly that many partials (I cut chunks off them so the bars won't be sitting in water and dissolving). I found three bars of a limited edition from, like, two years ago - Chicory Roast, which is earthy and coffee-y and made of win and god I need to use those up before they go off. I found a bar of another limited, Frostbite, which I had completely forgotten I had. Ridic. (And, compared to some of the collections I've read about, positively minuscule. Those of us who collect soap and various other body products, we have issues.)
Why do I bring this up? Because yesterday I got my first order since Villainess underwent a site and packaging redesign, and I am reminded of how much I love their stuff. It was just a small order: a bar of Bathory soap (yep, totally needed more soap) and a jar of Ginger Snapped body cream. Honestly, the soap was just to allow myself to justify the shipping. What I really needed was the cream (the Whipped!, as it's called there), since my job entails washing my hands a lot and having a heavy duty cream at home has helped keep them from getting too horribly dry.
Bathory is a prime example of a Villainess surprise - I've overlooked it constantly for the last two years because the notes just did not sound appealing. But the other day, I finally opened a sample of it that I had, and HI. It does exactly what the scent description suggests; it's way overly sweet when dry, but once you suds it up the scent turns darker and complex. Freaking delicious.
(Speaking of samples, I finally won a game that, uh, no one else knew about! Villainess sends two free samples with every order, and there's a page you can request from, but if they're out of one they'll send something else. I kept asking for a sample of Grundy, and I kept not getting one. In no way is this a complaint, because the replacement samples were always Bathory experiences. My life would be a sadder one if I had not discovered Miss Edith in this manner. So after the first couple of times, I would ask for Grundy just to see what I would get instead. I was almost, almost, disappointed yesterday when my Grundy sample finally turned up. I've been having fun with my little game. *g*)
This is the first time I've gotten the Ginger Snapped Whipped, and I wish it wasn't, because homygod. Ginger Snapped was the first soap I ordered from Villainess, and I've always loved it. This is also the first time I've ordered the Whipped version of a scent I was already familiar with from soap, and it was really interesting to smell the difference. The soap smells like gingerbread cookie dough; when I received that very first order, I was hungry, and I was very sad that I could not eat the soap. *g* The Whipped, on the other hand, smells like freshly baked gingersnaps in the jar, almost like the scent has taken the next step. It smells more like the soap when applied, but in the jar it really is a rich cookie scent.
And because I am pretty sure that no one is reading this except
supervillainess, I would like to add: Brooke, the new packaging is really pretty and fits well with the concept of the villainess that you use on the site, and the new jars with the metal lids are much classier-looking. :D * I am a verbal chameleon. I have known this for some time. My grammar and vocabulary have borne traces of British influence for years (I started when I was young; oh, James Herriot, I had to be the only eight year old in my country reading your books).
And now, of course, I've been reading Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books. This is starting to become problematic. The use of slang in those books is really heavy and takes a bit of getting used to. Today, without even thinking about it, I swiped a phrase from them. And not just any phrase, no, not something obviously archaic and out of use. It was "ticked off," which the books use to describe the act off ripping a strip off someone. Naturally, my telling a coworker "I've actually been ticked off over it before!" didn't carry quite the meaning I was going for. Maybe I should read something else for a while.
* That said, let me now go on about how Thank You, Jeeves is clearly the pinnacle of literature and I should just never bother with opening another book again because I am bound to be disappointed. I would be here all day if I tried to explain that, and the people are reading this section, if any, probably know what I mean already. So I'll just hit a couple high points that gave me particular glee.
+ Bertie's chat with Roderick Glossop after Glossop's run-in with Brinkley. And how it ends with Bertie and Roddie BFF!!1 And how Wodehouse then does NOT go on to arrange matters so that Bertie falls out of favor with Glossop once more. There is just something about that whole situation that had me practically crying, I was laughing so hard. Like, what? I mean, we all know Bertie is as sweet and charitable as they come, so no mystery there, but why does Glossop change his tune? (This is not a criticism. The genius of Wodehouse is that he can write things that should annoy me and make them totally awesome.) He thinks Bertie's insane, and he's a shrink, so he means that more literally than most people would. Did the blackface and the Brinkley just break him? Or did he see how brightly casual Bertie was about the whole thing, like this kind of shit happens to him every day (which - it kind of does, though generally with fewer attempted murders), and think, "Well, hell, if my life was this exciting all the time I'd be a bit cracked myself!"?
And then, the best part: Glossop departs all, "We should do lunch!" I died. I want to read the account of that lunch SO BAD. Does it exist? Probably not. I bet there isn't any fic with these two being all chummy, either. I am so fascinated by this. Talk about a friendship with a seriously bizarre history.
+ Jeeves retaliating against Stoker's treatment of him by passive-aggressifying away at the end, burying his actual communique beneath reams of tangents, neatly sidestepping Bertie's attempts to keep him on track, and just generally demonstrating a way in which a member of the serving class can get his revenge. Absolutely priceless. After a page or two, all it took to get me laughing all over again was glancing ahead to see how long his next paragraph was.
I have entirely too many thoughts on the show's adaptation of this novel, but I'm seriously running out of steam here, so I'll just say: I understand why they had to change the Brinkley subplot, since a psycho with a knife chasing after Bertie would probably be slightly less amusing portrayed onscreen than it was on the page, but the changes made were boring and overdone and the ep would have been better off if they'd just chucked the subplot altogether and had Bertie start the fire himself or something. The second episode was much better, I definitely understand the changes to the minstrel subplot, I disapproved of Jeeves openly rolling his eyes during the dinner (please, as if he would) but thoroughly enjoyed the rest of his screentime, and I was sad that there was no Bertie and Roddie BFF!!1, because they came so close.
Oh, man, that all took like a year and a half to write. My brain is cooked. I'm not even proofreading. The hell with it.
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I read James Herriot books when I was eight too! *high fives*
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Childhood Herriot fans represent! I should read one of his books again. It's been way too long.
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I loved James Herriot! Those books always made me cry, in a good way, when I was a kid.
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PLEASE write Bertie and Roddie's lunch. It would be sheer genius.
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I should. It would be fun. XD
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I did throw a "Very good, sir" at aforementioned boss, but that was just to confuse him into shutting up. He's not a bad guy, but man, there is just no telling sometimes how long it's going to take him to stop fucking explaining things.
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