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the things we call faces
I am not, by any stretch, an anime fangirl. Oh, I went through a phase in high school, and I do my best to keep my hand in, but not fannish about it by any means. I have, however, picked up a smattering of fangirl Japanese, although I never, ever use it.
Except, apparently, I have somehow picked up the habit of using the honorific suffixes. But only in a particular situation, that being when I am addressing inanimate objects. Mom and I fixed a leaky sink this morning, and she commented at one point that *that* was when Dad would have started swearing. I wasn't swearing. I was saying, "Please, Screw-san, just one more turn and we will be finished," and "Faucet-sama, why are you being so difficult today?"
?? Now that I've brought it to my attention, I realise that yes, I have been doing this when I tinker for a while now, but I have no idea when it started. Or *why*. I suppose saying "Mr. Faucet" or "Faucet dear," seemed too twee, but it would be rude to address them by their bare name in such a situation. (Now I am starting to wonder how this might link in to the animistic tendencies of Shinto, but luckily my most current knowledge of Shinto come from old Tenchi Muyo episodes, so I am spared the need to theorize further.)
After the plumbing adventures ended successfully, (with only a few more appeals to kitchen kami) I retired to clean my room. Or, well, I meant to, and I did get some cleaning done, but I eventually succumbed to the little voice that shows up this time every year, which says, "Winter is here! Must hibernate!" and spent most of the afternoon curled up under my bed in a nest of old paper andbile blankets, reading "Watchmen". I had checked it out of the library and started reading it a few weeks ago, but go stalled. It's a slow start, so much of it has been jossed sinced the '80s ended, and it didn't help that I didn't like any of the characters. But it seemed to fit with my general air of late November weltschmerz, and I got good and truly pulled in today. And I'm not done yet (and still miracuously unspoiled) but of course I've quite fallen in love with Dan, and I've come to an understanding with Jon and Laurie and Blake and Rorschach, and I really wish I could believe that they'll get a happy ending. The narrative oddities took a while to get used to but I love them now that I've figured out what is going on. Every so often I catch myself reading the comic-within-a-comic and thinking "How could the characters sit there reading that comic and not feel horrified about enjoying the work of an author who is so obviously amoral and probably deranged?" and then I realized - wait, *I'm* doing that right now. And then I realized, never mind, I knew going in that Alan Moore was deranged, if not precisely amoral.
Yesterday I was watching TV while sewing and found myself watching a program about a grand old New York City journalist, rather than a Daily Show rerun that I hadn't seen, and I realized three things: 1) I actually prefer real news to fake news every time. It's too bad that the only place you can get real news on TV is if you happen to luck out on PBS. 2) I really want to read a series about Clark Kent, Reporter, who does more good through journalism than he ever could with superpowers. Some Smallville fic has this Clark (and so does Birthright, in patches. I really ought to try to find some Lois&Clark to watch.) but, mmm. Good-guy journalists - better (and rarer) than superheroes any day. 3) If I'm at all serious about maybe kinda sorta wanting to go to grad school in (science) journalism, I need to get off my chair and do something about it.
(And I still want to know where the Green Lantern Corps was when Krypton blew.)
I'm also in the middle of finally reading "Crisis on Infinite Earths", the copy that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enemy_anime loaned to stellar_dust and find myself still unable to care. I think it's just - I dunno. I hadn't remembered that it was by Wolfman and Perez. They're a team that seem to be almost universally liked, (a rarity,) but everything I've seen by them leaves me cold. The characters are boring, the plots and concepts are trite at best, the dialogue uneven, the pacing always seems off. And the art always gives me the impression of being chaotic and unfocused, like someone throwing a box of crayons at my face, too busy and too static at the same time. Oh, listen to me talk about comics as if I know what I'm talking about! Non amo te, CoIE, nec possum dicere quare; hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. I'm planning to slog though it anyway, though, just so I can say that I have.
stellar_dust is coming home tomorrow, with darcy-cat. So is dreamsquirrel. Mom has started making her noises about 'you know you can have friends over whenever you want, right?' with the subtext of 'you do *have* friends, right?' So, yeah. Should keep that in mind while people are around for Thanksgiving.
Except, apparently, I have somehow picked up the habit of using the honorific suffixes. But only in a particular situation, that being when I am addressing inanimate objects. Mom and I fixed a leaky sink this morning, and she commented at one point that *that* was when Dad would have started swearing. I wasn't swearing. I was saying, "Please, Screw-san, just one more turn and we will be finished," and "Faucet-sama, why are you being so difficult today?"
?? Now that I've brought it to my attention, I realise that yes, I have been doing this when I tinker for a while now, but I have no idea when it started. Or *why*. I suppose saying "Mr. Faucet" or "Faucet dear," seemed too twee, but it would be rude to address them by their bare name in such a situation. (Now I am starting to wonder how this might link in to the animistic tendencies of Shinto, but luckily my most current knowledge of Shinto come from old Tenchi Muyo episodes, so I am spared the need to theorize further.)
After the plumbing adventures ended successfully, (with only a few more appeals to kitchen kami) I retired to clean my room. Or, well, I meant to, and I did get some cleaning done, but I eventually succumbed to the little voice that shows up this time every year, which says, "Winter is here! Must hibernate!" and spent most of the afternoon curled up under my bed in a nest of old paper and
Yesterday I was watching TV while sewing and found myself watching a program about a grand old New York City journalist, rather than a Daily Show rerun that I hadn't seen, and I realized three things: 1) I actually prefer real news to fake news every time. It's too bad that the only place you can get real news on TV is if you happen to luck out on PBS. 2) I really want to read a series about Clark Kent, Reporter, who does more good through journalism than he ever could with superpowers. Some Smallville fic has this Clark (and so does Birthright, in patches. I really ought to try to find some Lois&Clark to watch.) but, mmm. Good-guy journalists - better (and rarer) than superheroes any day. 3) If I'm at all serious about maybe kinda sorta wanting to go to grad school in (science) journalism, I need to get off my chair and do something about it.
(And I still want to know where the Green Lantern Corps was when Krypton blew.)
I'm also in the middle of finally reading "Crisis on Infinite Earths", the copy that
enemy_anime loaned to stellar_dust and find myself still unable to care. I think it's just - I dunno. I hadn't remembered that it was by Wolfman and Perez. They're a team that seem to be almost universally liked, (a rarity,) but everything I've seen by them leaves me cold. The characters are boring, the plots and concepts are trite at best, the dialogue uneven, the pacing always seems off. And the art always gives me the impression of being chaotic and unfocused, like someone throwing a box of crayons at my face, too busy and too static at the same time. Oh, listen to me talk about comics as if I know what I'm talking about! Non amo te, CoIE, nec possum dicere quare; hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. I'm planning to slog though it anyway, though, just so I can say that I have.stellar_dust is coming home tomorrow, with darcy-cat. So is dreamsquirrel. Mom has started making her noises about 'you know you can have friends over whenever you want, right?' with the subtext of 'you do *have* friends, right?' So, yeah. Should keep that in mind while people are around for Thanksgiving.
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However Crisis is an important event in DC history and it's important to know what's going on before you read Infinite Crisis (which, btw, is AWESOME, but you should know Crisis before you can REALLY enjoy it!).
Oh, you also NEEEED to read All Star Superman. It's fantastic. You and Katy need to stop by this weekend and I'll let you borrow it. And even if you don't borrow it, you guys should stop by anyway. ^_^
Also, we're gonna do games and things Thanksgiving night if you wanna swing by as well. (You do have freinds, honest! ;-P) Let me know either way!
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Yay! Katy & I will probably stop by in the evening, then.
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My uncle did the same thing... then again, that was in the weeks following the release of The Karate Kid. I don't think that counts.
(And I still want to know where the Green Lantern Corps was when Krypton blew.)
Two words: Cosmic. Doughnuts.
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