I saw the kids we once were in that picture you sent me
Yom Kippur is over, the gates of the year swung closed. In the digital roll of my camera, I have pictures of my godchild wearing my corduroy coat for Kol Nidre, snazzily over his royal purple shirt. Its shoulders fit him exactly, but my arms are longer, and I can still pick him up.
I never seem to notice vacations until I'm in them. I am waking up without an alarm and eating soup dumplings and reading my trip books as well as whatever printed material has been left where I can reach it and being shown the first season of Deadloch (2023–), which I am enjoying tremendously as both a black comedy crime procedural chock full of lesbians and a masterclass in the multivalence of profanity. (No one in this house is watching The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (2022–) and the minute I asked![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie correctly figured Celebrimbor as the character whose actor I think about watching it for.) I have been gifted a king-size flannel in a sort of test-pattern plaid which I can treat like half a bathrobe. I ate nearly a bag of mango habanero beef jerky because it was there on the counter. My godchild keeps bonking his head into me like a cat. I am slightly overpeopled and having a wonderful time.
I had not been inside a synagogue for the High Holidays in nearly twenty years. Re-reading Peter S. Beagle's Tamsin (1999) for the first time in possibly as long, I keep catching all the technological similes for the interpenetrations of time that give rise to hauntings, slides in a projector, a tape running down, the flickering of a movie run in reverse. I haven't seen the eight-hundred-century comet, but I'm glad it's out there.
I never seem to notice vacations until I'm in them. I am waking up without an alarm and eating soup dumplings and reading my trip books as well as whatever printed material has been left where I can reach it and being shown the first season of Deadloch (2023–), which I am enjoying tremendously as both a black comedy crime procedural chock full of lesbians and a masterclass in the multivalence of profanity. (No one in this house is watching The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (2022–) and the minute I asked
selkie correctly figured Celebrimbor as the character whose actor I think about watching it for.) I have been gifted a king-size flannel in a sort of test-pattern plaid which I can treat like half a bathrobe. I ate nearly a bag of mango habanero beef jerky because it was there on the counter. My godchild keeps bonking his head into me like a cat. I am slightly overpeopled and having a wonderful time.I had not been inside a synagogue for the High Holidays in nearly twenty years. Re-reading Peter S. Beagle's Tamsin (1999) for the first time in possibly as long, I keep catching all the technological similes for the interpenetrations of time that give rise to hauntings, slides in a projector, a tape running down, the flickering of a movie run in reverse. I haven't seen the eight-hundred-century comet, but I'm glad it's out there.
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You're my second DW friend that mentioned Tamsin this month, I'm going to take that as a double rec!
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Oh, cool! It got on my radar last year when
(In related complaints, the Internet Archive being out of commission turns out to affect my movie-watching habits significantly. I hadn't quite realized.)
And Celebrimbor was one of the few things I liked about the Rings of Power series (the others were the hobbits, the badass Latino elf, the dwarves, and the pretty scenery--even though that was most probably all CGI?)
Thank you for making my interest in him feel justified. May I ask what worked about all those pieces of the show that didn't about the rest?
You're my second DW friend that mentioned Tamsin this month, I'm going to take that as a double rec!
It holds up! I had also forgotten, because the comparison meant nothing to me the last time I read the book, that one of the supporting supernatural characters explicitly looks like a dapper two-foot-tall Robert Newton, which now really entertains me.
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I miss it so much! I hope all of their hard work pays off soon and they can be fully back online! <3
May I ask what worked about all those pieces of the show that didn't about the rest?
The story/plot/characterisation was mostly pretty terrible, but I did like the characters I mentioned, and at least the show looked pretty. But I haven't watched anything after the first season, so I don't know if this is still the same?
one of the supporting supernatural characters explicitly looks like a dapper two-foot-tall Robert Newton, which now really entertains me.
XD XD XD I'm also taking this as a rec!