Cranky. Old. Man?

So I was at work for an hour before I decided to come home and work. Because I'm not playing the schedule game and because I'm still hacking up a lung. But thankfully this staying out of a cold office and sitting at a desk that has two monitors did help me feel better and get stuff done. Wahoo.

I have an excuse to make my Terra costume more detailed (and get a green wig, ha) since darcenciel wants to be Shadow and start up an FFVI group. I'm down with that. I may even get a prop sword out of the deal!

And awesomeness! They went with one of my themes suggested for fst! I suggested mentor characters, cause, yeah. This is me we're talking about. I have far too many mentor characters I adore, I may need some help picking when that comes around. XD This is basically silly, but at least that comm is picking up a little again and is full of less fail. I can't help it, I like music, and I like mixtapes. So.

I finished Beauty today as well, mainly because it's due back at the library soon, so I spend a little longer doing lunch break. It reminded me why my favorite moral was always "appearances can be deceiving" because yeah. If there was ever a childhood moral I clung to, it was that one. I guess that's why I'm so utterly and completely turned off when people redeem prettyboy villains--it just doesn't jive with that principle. And I'm nothing if not stubbornly principled. I guess this carries on with my trend of liking facially-scarred regretful types (and I mean UGLY scars) as they exist in a grey area between. It's food for thought at least. Not that heroes can't be pretty, I mean, I like Cecil (he's my favorite because he's flawed probably more than anyone would like to admit). But I have to wonder if less villains would get redeemed if less of them were pretty.

Maybe it's indicative of my own journey of principles. I'm all about balance now. I guess that means for me acknowledging that certain things exist side by side or something existential like that.

Book review to follow.

~Cendri

Barely got any sleep last night, for reasons I can't explain. I think I might forgo exercise today on the basis it might make me pass out.

Since I've been watching season 2 (which is an awesome season) of Battlestar Galactica and I have an inordinate amount of love for Battlestar Galactica: Razor, I've been surfing around looking for essays. My favorites are the paternal military man that is certainly not without his faults (Adama), probably the most kickass teacher in existence and religious strategist (Roslin), and one of the best examples of the fall from humanity into something raw and visceral (Cain). Starbuck and Tigh and that adorable little mechanic chick whose name escapes me at the moment are also ones I've grown fond of. So when I saw this awesome essay about Razor in particular it all made sense to me. I mean, I haven't the foggiest clue how I would act at the possible end of humanity, but I've a feeling I'd end up more on the well, inhuman side. >.> And well, I too was worried they were turning Cain into another "evil lesbian" because god if there aren't enough of those out there (or probably the most violent flavor, the evil bisexual, who can lure men too!). But so far the series has handled all manner of crazy things that combines my favorite bits of Trek (the technology, the organization, the really commanding leaders) and Firefly (future imperfect, people still acting like people, natural accents) as well as spy movies with a hint of mythology. So heart.

My dad and I argue about the new Battlestar all the time, because ironically, when he was in college the original was out (which is furthering my suspicion I'm a clone of his that they messed up the gender on...). And he likes to watch things more for the military maneuvers and snark, while I am and always have been the character attached sort. I do like drama, but only if it's done well, really. Which is why I could never get into most medical or lawyer shows, because I kept having this sense of complete deja vu with them, plus, it gets annoying being able to predict the outcome (yes yes, I've heard of House and I'll get to it one of these days). It's not that I'm an angst whore or anything, it's just good drama is more filling than say, a sitcom or purely an action series (not that I don't have my guilty pleasures there, but the older I get the more I like to be engaged by the media I watch). We can still watch Trek and not argue, though. I don't care if it's a shiny utopian future, Next Gen is classic. It's like the Gemini Program during the prime of our first Space Age--full of cowboys and lots of shinies. <3

Since my consciousness is altered when I can barely sleep, I might just take a nap now. Or write something. I did have to down caffeine to not sleep through Dynamics (which I hate feeling tired during, as I quite adore the professor, he puts an emphasis on actually knowing how planes work in practicality, not just theory, though I wish the practicality part was more stuff I got graded on plus I could see him saying "you need trigonometry a good ass kicking").

I think sleep is winning.

~Cendri

P.S. Huh. NASA Tech briefs never fail to amaze me (nor do certain programs I might be affiliated with).