Easter weekend in 75 words:

Friday treated stellar_dust to lunch, she drove me home. Watched x-files. dreamsquirrel, reclusivewaffle, sarahldy, speakerender, night_daughter, kiswara and Tim came. Played epic Pi, ate yummy pie. Watched x-files. Slept. Visited with Pop-pop and Marian, dyed eggs, drove home, watched When Harry Met Sally, watched x-files, slept. Went to Easter Service for first time ever, visited with Gracie and family, acquired about 5 lbs Easter candy. Did laundry, watched x-files. Returned to school, cleaned room, started homework.


Season 8 xf, what I saw anyway, was better than I'd been led to believe, even if they did indeed layer on the symbolism with a trowel. DeadAlive was the wrong episode to watch at 2:00 Easter morning. When Harry Met Sally was very funny in places, interesting look at the battle of the sexes, and quite good for what it was, which was a romantic comedy. Is it wrong that I was much more invested in the other couple than Harry and Sally? And, like most much-recommended romance movies I've seen, had a rather disquieting moral.

What it really got me thinking about, though, was the fact that it really was a romance and nothing else. The central relationship is all the story there was; even the characters' development was secondary to the relationship's. And I realized that none of the ship-oriented stories I've read or watched or liked or written or plotted out are like that. They all have a relationship which is made inevitable by an overarching plot, or by individual character development, not cultivated for its own sake.