Birthday Thank Yous and Thoughts

I actually had a lovely birthday this year. Thank you for all of the kindness.

Thank you to theladymerlin and skargasm for the shiny balloons and the pretty pink pony for my Eljay profile page.

Thank you to kerkevik for the cute little drabble. No one has ever written anything for me before, so that was an especially wonderful treat.

Thank you to xclaire_delunex for the beautiful picture and the well wishes that preceded it.

Thank you to velvetwhip for the sparkly greetings and the kindness.

Thank you to whedonist for the sexy e-card, the amusing thoughts and the fresh Garbage. Gotta love Garbage.  

I wrote about a thousand words on my birthday. They were fun words and I very much enjoyed playing.

I watched Game of Thrones season two, episode seven. I’m waiting for the finale to render a verdict, but so far G.o.T. lacks something it had last season. I’m not even sure I can quantify what that is. I’ll simply say that I don’t believe it to be quite as good, which still places it head and shoulders above pretty much everything else on television. In fact, it could drop a couple more pegs and remain be perfectly safe. I hope it doesn’t.

My neighbor, Karen, brought me a cute card and took to me to see The Avengers, which was incredibly sweet of her. I understand the popularity now. I haven’t had that much fun at a movie in memory. Not in recent memory, but in memory. Strangely enough it wasn’t a film that I found myself wanting to analyze. It was just fun for the sake of fun and occasionally laugh-out-loud funny. Raw mind candy of the tastiest sort. Very curious. Thank you Joss.

The day wound down with Femslash Today. I was a wee tad late in compiling my issue because of the film. And my father called while I was working. We had a pleasant chat about movies and television, goings and doings, and moving. He and my step mother have found another place to live. He only badgered me a little for my insistence that I finish my Buffyverse projects before I wander out into the snark infested waters of producing original fiction. He’s concerned and he means well. He was also quite flattering. All of the above makes such speeches tolerable, if not enjoyable. A pep talk with guilt.

*laughs*

I concluded my day with a little bit more of The Hunger Games. I’ve been listening to the audiobooks and thoroughly enjoying them. I love the casual style of the first person prose Suzanne Collins produces. Her protagonist, Katniss Everdeen, is wonderfully accessible, sympathetic and well rounded, a strong, yet beautifully flawed female character. The supporting characters are rich. The environments well rendered without weighing the narrative down. I’ve spied a couple of technical issues that have bothered me, but overall the series is very good.

The wound she describes Peeta having in the first book would be a ‘how are you going to spend the last fifteen seconds of your life?’ sort of injury. To my mind he should’ve bled out long before infection or blood poisoning set in.

I also had a great deal of trouble grocking how Rue might jump tree to tree and not rustle the branches, thus alerting the ‘career tributes’ to her presence. The ‘tracker jacker’ scene was particularly difficult for me to get my head around. Perhaps there was some wind that I missed in the narrative that masked the sound? I don’t know. The reality is that while a ninety pound girl sounds very petite, the leaping is still the equivalent of chucking nearly two bags of dog food at the top of a tree and expecting silence.

Yes, I know, I’m a bitch.

I can’t help it.

Hope that doesn’t spoil it for anyone. Feel free to disagree. That won’t be anything new.