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The weekend so far
This weekend has been quite good so far. Last night I went to watch the premiere of Supernatural's season 12 with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vyperdd after work. There will be spoilers under the cut. Thanks very much for the invitation, vyperdd; I had a good time watching it with you and scritching your dog.
12 years is a good vintage for a genre show. I haven't looked at the stats but it must be unusual to make it this far and still be so popular. I'm not at all sure I like bringing Mary Winchester back, but it will certainly make for some fresh stories. The character is in pure culture shock after (from her perspective) jumping 33 years into the future. Never mind Lucifer and the rest of the monsters, how will she deal with the Internet? At one point Mary peers warily at Dean's laptop and asks, "Is that...a computer?" Next to her, the angel Castiel murmurs darkly, "I never trusted them."
Sam is in the not so gentle hands of Toni (forget her last name but she is some sort of British gentry) and her evil black clad henchwoman, two of the British Men of Letters. Said EBCH is no more, having been neatly skewered by Mary as she, the henchwoman, taunts Dean and Cas for their odd inability to get the better of her in a two to one fight. The enchanted knuckledusters may have had something to do with this, but that's one event for which I'll want an explanation at some point. "Thanks, mom," mutters Dean as he sprawls in the dirt. Perhaps Mary wasn't the only one suffering culture shock at this point.
My main crush for Supernatural is definitely Crowley, the King of Hell ousted - surely temporarily - by Lucifer, who's now in the wind, but having to jump from host to host as he burns them out with his power. Sam, who was created to be Lucifer's ideal vessel, isn't asking him back, no way, no how, so the Morning Star has a definite problem. He also has Crowley patiently tracking him via his discarded hosts and the little bits of information he gleans along the way. Mark Sheppard's scenes are pure gold and there definitely weren't enough of them, but all in all, a good episode. I'll be glad to have the show back for Monday nights.
Saturday so far; a hike to get groceries and hopefully burn off some of last night's pizza. Also a successful guerilla gardener raid on the neighbouring vacant block this morning. I had meant to snag some red poppies a few weeks ago, but when I came the next day, the block - and all remaining vegetation - had been levelled! Yesterday I spotted a single surviving poppy plant right by the road, where its days were numbered. As soon as the council mowed there again, it was a goner. Well, it's now residing in a nice pot with premium potting mix and I'm hoping it survives the transplant.
Plant rescue is a definite thing around here. I've got a rosebush from that same block which has now gone into a terrific growth spurt and I'm hoping to actually find out what colour flowers it has this season. One time I went back for another plant I spotted, only to find another resident crouched next to it with tools and a sack, carefully digging it out :-)
Beyond this; sweeping, laundry, the usual clean up. Barnaby's place gets room service tonight, under protest from the rodent tenant.
Also, further news on my goal to reach Finland. I decided to apply for a credit card as backup, since last time I went overseas I encountered trouble from my regular debit card when checking in at a convention hotel. Not what you want after a mostly sleep free 35 hours or so in overseas transit. I'd ticked the "contact by email" box, so of course the bank's minion rang me up at work to ask their questions. Among these, "In the section for middle name, you put Not Applicable. Is that...?" "No, Not Applicable is not my middle name. I don't have one but your system wouldn't let me leave the box blank." Some very literal people must work for banks.
Luckily for me, my supervisor consented to talk to the bank's minion and this, together with the fact that they can just look at my regular account statements to see what my pay and savings are like, frees me from having to show them any more documents. I think. I may even get the credit card.
vyperdd after work. There will be spoilers under the cut. Thanks very much for the invitation, vyperdd; I had a good time watching it with you and scritching your dog.12 years is a good vintage for a genre show. I haven't looked at the stats but it must be unusual to make it this far and still be so popular. I'm not at all sure I like bringing Mary Winchester back, but it will certainly make for some fresh stories. The character is in pure culture shock after (from her perspective) jumping 33 years into the future. Never mind Lucifer and the rest of the monsters, how will she deal with the Internet? At one point Mary peers warily at Dean's laptop and asks, "Is that...a computer?" Next to her, the angel Castiel murmurs darkly, "I never trusted them."
Sam is in the not so gentle hands of Toni (forget her last name but she is some sort of British gentry) and her evil black clad henchwoman, two of the British Men of Letters. Said EBCH is no more, having been neatly skewered by Mary as she, the henchwoman, taunts Dean and Cas for their odd inability to get the better of her in a two to one fight. The enchanted knuckledusters may have had something to do with this, but that's one event for which I'll want an explanation at some point. "Thanks, mom," mutters Dean as he sprawls in the dirt. Perhaps Mary wasn't the only one suffering culture shock at this point.
My main crush for Supernatural is definitely Crowley, the King of Hell ousted - surely temporarily - by Lucifer, who's now in the wind, but having to jump from host to host as he burns them out with his power. Sam, who was created to be Lucifer's ideal vessel, isn't asking him back, no way, no how, so the Morning Star has a definite problem. He also has Crowley patiently tracking him via his discarded hosts and the little bits of information he gleans along the way. Mark Sheppard's scenes are pure gold and there definitely weren't enough of them, but all in all, a good episode. I'll be glad to have the show back for Monday nights.
Saturday so far; a hike to get groceries and hopefully burn off some of last night's pizza. Also a successful guerilla gardener raid on the neighbouring vacant block this morning. I had meant to snag some red poppies a few weeks ago, but when I came the next day, the block - and all remaining vegetation - had been levelled! Yesterday I spotted a single surviving poppy plant right by the road, where its days were numbered. As soon as the council mowed there again, it was a goner. Well, it's now residing in a nice pot with premium potting mix and I'm hoping it survives the transplant.
Plant rescue is a definite thing around here. I've got a rosebush from that same block which has now gone into a terrific growth spurt and I'm hoping to actually find out what colour flowers it has this season. One time I went back for another plant I spotted, only to find another resident crouched next to it with tools and a sack, carefully digging it out :-)
Beyond this; sweeping, laundry, the usual clean up. Barnaby's place gets room service tonight, under protest from the rodent tenant.
Also, further news on my goal to reach Finland. I decided to apply for a credit card as backup, since last time I went overseas I encountered trouble from my regular debit card when checking in at a convention hotel. Not what you want after a mostly sleep free 35 hours or so in overseas transit. I'd ticked the "contact by email" box, so of course the bank's minion rang me up at work to ask their questions. Among these, "In the section for middle name, you put Not Applicable. Is that...?" "No, Not Applicable is not my middle name. I don't have one but your system wouldn't let me leave the box blank." Some very literal people must work for banks.
Luckily for me, my supervisor consented to talk to the bank's minion and this, together with the fact that they can just look at my regular account statements to see what my pay and savings are like, frees me from having to show them any more documents. I think. I may even get the credit card.
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Am excited to see it back on Aussie TV!!
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Yeah, it's good to watch with another fan. Peta called me a bitch for laughing at Sam twisted up like a pretzel in the back of that car, so I made the obvious rejoinder...
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I met Peta at AHBL last year.
So glad that you two were able to watch together <3