some facts, what spice!

Fact: unsweetened cranberry juice is revolting.

Fact: nerve pain is awful, please make it stop. My body is exhausted but I can’t sleep.

Fact: I made a thing! And did a words! Elrond having twinless twin feels will never not be relevant to me.

Fact: The neighbour saw an eastern brown slide into my yard and hide beneath the bonfire pile. Cue me avoiding that area of the yard for the next ten thousand years.
(Listen to your friendly local OzScot here: you do not eff around with eastern brown snakes. They are not cute and sweet snek friends. They are incredibly aggressive, extremely venomous, and responsible for 60% of snakebite deaths in the country. If you see one, you stand stock effing still and let it go do whatever it’s doing — probably hiding from you, but still. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200, do not disturb it or interact with it in any way.  Keep an eye on it, and when it’s safe, you get the hell out of there and call the snake-catcher if it’s near your home. Also, if your dog or cat has one bailed up, DO NOT DISTRACT YOUR PET. They are a thousand times more likely to get bitten if you distract them. Their snake instincts are way better than yours; just let them be and keep an eye on where they and the snake go.
…this PSA has been brought to you by my horrific fear of eastern browns.)

Fact: the online treatment of the Rings of Power cast is giving me flashbacks to my teenage years and being cyberbullied to within an inch of my life.
I hope every single person who has thrown abuse at any of these actors magically develops a condition that causes any internet service they use to stop working forever.

landlocked, sea-longing

take me home...

Stay no longer by strands clouded with somnolence
Turn your eyes and your wild soul where the tide roars
The waves, calling echoes, will haul our silver galleons
Gloriously wailing with the gale-might of a stormy sea.

Will you not heed the summons of rising waters?
Will you not seek the white sails of great ships awaiting?
Does your heart not yearn still for the murmuring depths,
For the towering waves where all distance is conquered?

there is a tempest in me!

New Rings of Power trailer! I’m…a little torn on this one, to be completely honest.

  • Galadriel is perfect and she always will be. I think they’re leaning a little too heavily into the warrior aspect of her, BUT that may make perfect sense in context of the show and how they develop her character, so I’m not too bothered yet.
  • only just found out about the changes regarding the Númenorean royalty. Boo. Pharazon might be a bastard, but Ar-Pharazon was king bastard. Also it’s kind of belittling to Tar-Míriel’s character that her chief struggle has essentially been removed…I would have loved to see what they did with a secretly furious Tar-Míriel who wants her rightful position restored from that jackass she had to marry. That would have been gold. Think of the subplots! The passive-aggression!
  • no new Elrond material. sadface. you made me like him, now feed my addiction, dammit!
  • I see Amazon is also leaning into the “hobbits have large feet” myth…one day, someone will depict hobbits with silky curls on their feet, I’m sure…one day…T__T
  • also, I get that Harfoots are close to nature and all that, but jeez…someone teach them how to wash their faces.
  • so, um…Bear McCreary composes that wonderful soundtrack, and you just…don’t use it in your final (I think?) trailer? …y’all weird. also, hearing modern trip-hop in a LotR piece really breaks the immersion, for me. The films didn’t hit us with modern performers singing in our common tongue until the credits, and the more I think on it, the more I’m fairly sure that was on purpose. It’s like a gentle shake, being told to go back into the real world, now…but softly, softly. This was like “BLAM YOU’RE WATCHING TELEVISION”. Yeah, I know, trust me.
  • Gil-galad is gonna be SO imperiously awesome and ever so slightly angsty and baby, I am living for it.

Also, this is…really disappointing, but not surprising, let’s be honest. Oh well. The films are the films, and the TV show is the show. Maybe it’s best to keep those experiences separate, and besides which, I don’t…actually think I could have gone back to Indooroopilly yet. Yes, it’s been a year, but it’s still an open wound. Maybe it always will be, I don’t know. (Surprised there were no screenings on at Chermside or even North Lakes, tbph…)

a million projects open all at once

I need to make a new layout for this place, but WordPress has gotten so stupidly complicated due to turning into a CMS sometime between Web 1.0’s death and now that I just cannot be bothered dealing with it. My kingdom for a simple blogging script. Or even better, a flatfile one! That I can export all these stupid WP entries to…*pokes HTMLy miserably*

The Ekka winds seem to have arrived late this year…

One year gone.

In less constantly pretending to be a happy bean Tsuzuki Asato Syndrome news, I got a slew of packages of random nonsense in the mail today, which I don’t think my mother is wholly amused by, but…like, if I pay my rent and my utilities bills on time…I’m good? Or, I should be. Also, today it’s been one year. I don’t feel good, I feel lost, I feel like I’m trying to scry into the future using an onyx stone in a pitch-black room; I’ll take what little dopamine I can afford.

Also, arrival of new home: September 12th.
Still no news on when it will be finished, which is not ideal, and sort of doing a number on my mental health, but hey. Like I said, it’s been a year. I’m used to it, now.

I don’t like it at all, but I’m definitely used to it.

I’m afraid of suffering through another summer* where I am, but maybe a minor miracle might occur and they’ll get right onto it. I don’t know. If you don’t hope, you can’t be disappointed. That’s logic.


* and do keep in mind, Queensland summers are six to seven months long, so. yup. it’s great fun being aestophobic.