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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2018-02-01 07:59 pm

Beer and speed is okay, but the full use of your body isn't

I won the fish lottery today: I had built up two rewards in the Boston Smoked Fish Co.'s repeat customer program, so after I paid for my bagel I got to take home a container of salmon paté gratis plus a piece of fancy smoked salmon, as the little cats will soon find out.

I did not win the public transit lottery: the Orange Line to Sullivan was too crowded even to squeeze onto and there was a thirteen-minute wait for the next train, so I went the opposite direction to Downtown Crossing, changed for the Red Line, and was then delayed between stations thanks to the supremely unreassuring announcement of "police action at Harvard." When I finally got to Davis, I had to run three blocks after my bus. I did catch it, but I really feel this was an unnecessary touch.

I don't like LED streetlights, headlights, all that cold glare everywhere in the night; it feels like being surrounded by computer screens even when you're AFK. I spend enough of my life staring into screens for my work. I'm going to be forced into taking walks in the daytime just to get away from that blue frequency.

On the bright side, two DVDs I had ordered last week came in to the library.

On the rest of it, I want to lie down.
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2018-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Coincidentally, tonight's reading to Kestrell (The Wicked + the Divine issue #12) prompted a mention by her of "police action" at a subway station.

https://retconpunchdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/inanna-symbol.jpg

(This hypothetical police action would be *after* the battling gods have left the scene... and the property damage.)
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[personal profile] alexxkay 2018-02-02 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Baal and The Morrigan. Baal is upset because in the previous issue Morrigan's lover Baphomet killed Baal's lover Inanna. All of whom are members of The Pantheon, a group of gods that are all reborn (briefly) into the bodies of young people every 90 years.

The series is a fantastic (in multiple senses) examination of fame, creativity, mortality, and their interactions. Six collected volumes (of an eventual nine) are out, and hopefully available via your library.