So I've Been Sick...
Sep. 5th, 2006 08:26 am...and I missed a birthday.
Hope you had a great one, sweetie!
The sick seems to be abating. It was one of those weird, you-don't-realize-you're-sick until after two days of restless, head-clogged sleep (probably just allergies!), and then another day of utter ragdog exhaustion (just tired!), and then Labor Day's waking to a sore throat and oh-shit-I'm-sick realization. So not much by way of holiday fun there - I had the Sci-Fi Dark Angel marathon on in the background all day and still managed to register almost none of it, except some scene were Max knees some guy in the groin (for peeping at her and a friend getting dressed - take that, Harlan Ellison, I'm expressing myself!) I remember thinking, all bleary-like, I may yet have to catch a little more of this show. Even if the opening credit voiceover still makes me chortle every time: She must fight... to discover her DESTINY! *cough* Yep, uh-huh, everybody's got a destiny.
Y'know, I wish I had the necessary brain energy to go off about how tired I am of the whole predestination thing-thang right now, but... no. Probably nobody that uses the word "destiny" in a sentence in popular entertainment these days is thinking of it in the "predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events" sense. There's probably more of a nonspecific important stuff vibe there, of A Person Who Will Do Great Things. Which technically would be called expectations, like your parents have when you get a college degree. Or even hopes. Not quite the same thing.
But still. Every time I hear it now. Destiny. It gives me fricken hives.
Nip/Tuck season premiere tonight. Color me stoked.
Hope you had a great one, sweetie!
The sick seems to be abating. It was one of those weird, you-don't-realize-you're-sick until after two days of restless, head-clogged sleep (probably just allergies!), and then another day of utter ragdog exhaustion (just tired!), and then Labor Day's waking to a sore throat and oh-shit-I'm-sick realization. So not much by way of holiday fun there - I had the Sci-Fi Dark Angel marathon on in the background all day and still managed to register almost none of it, except some scene were Max knees some guy in the groin (for peeping at her and a friend getting dressed - take that, Harlan Ellison, I'm expressing myself!) I remember thinking, all bleary-like, I may yet have to catch a little more of this show. Even if the opening credit voiceover still makes me chortle every time: She must fight... to discover her DESTINY! *cough* Yep, uh-huh, everybody's got a destiny.
Y'know, I wish I had the necessary brain energy to go off about how tired I am of the whole predestination thing-thang right now, but... no. Probably nobody that uses the word "destiny" in a sentence in popular entertainment these days is thinking of it in the "predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events" sense. There's probably more of a nonspecific important stuff vibe there, of A Person Who Will Do Great Things. Which technically would be called expectations, like your parents have when you get a college degree. Or even hopes. Not quite the same thing.
But still. Every time I hear it now. Destiny. It gives me fricken hives.
Nip/Tuck season premiere tonight. Color me stoked.