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I'm rewatching the episodes from Sherlock Series 2 (RF first, for no reason other than it was what I had at my fingertips; I had to move SiB and HB from my external drive, now that I'm back on the laptop instead of the netbook), and I have all of these ~thoughts~ and ~feelings~.

This is when I really hate the dive it feels like my brain has taken since getting pregnant and having n. When you've got not much going on, you can sort of coast along without any problem. But when there are actual things in your brain that you just can't organize or get out, it's like I'm inside my own head, hitting brick walls over and over.


But, in terms of improvement, I actually read 3 fics last night, and started reading a fourth. This is approximately as much or more fic than I've read in the last ~3 years, put together.

Baby steps, eh?

Sherlock things I'm digging right this moment (with a toddler on my lap, watching Yo Gabba Gabba, for great cognitive dissonance):

Vid, Hurt

Molly-centric Sherlock/Watson fic, Folding, Unfolding, Refolding

Moriarty fic, Although the Brightest Fell

All post-RF, obv.

♥


That's all.

 So, I've been away from LJ since basically Wednesday afternoon, so I have no clue what any of you have said. I hope your turkey days were good if you are in the US, and if you're not, that you had a good weekend. But I am just here to say, in re: this week's Merlin: WAUGH.

My mother had pretty serious surgery on Friday (not, like, to remove cancer or a body part or anything, but she's been having serious pain in her shoulder for quite a while, and the only fix left they hadn't tried was surgery, so here they were), which will require months of recovery, etc etc, and [i]I forgot about it[/i]. I mean, until Saturday, when beeb and I called her on the video call thing and woke her up from her drug-induced stupor and she looked like she'd been hit by about 7 mac trucks.

Awesome.

It's not really a daughter thing, but a twofold problem, with built-in guilt.

The first part of the problem being that, while I've always been forgetful, the amount to which I am NOW forgetful is epic. Seriously epic. The only way I remember ANYTHING is if it's right the fuck in front of my face. Which all things cannot be at all times. It might help if I remembered to put things in my calendar. But half the time I forget to check my calendar (and I absentmindedly ignore or delete reminders. because I'm awesome like that.) and aside from which, if I don't put something in the calendar the exact second I'm told it, chances are good that by the time I'm in a position to not look like an asshole by pulling out my smartphone and putting something in the calendar, I've already forgotten what it was I meant to put in the calendar.

The second part is... well, I've already forgotten the second part. I swear I had two things to put here when I started. But anyway. case in point.

And then there's the guilt. Entirely self-inflicted. And, I mean, it's one thing to be forgetful to friends - not that that's nice or great or anything like that, and it sucks, but with n around, for some reason it's feeling all the more terrible when I forget things for my own mom. Who looks older every day, even when not recovering from surgery and taking massive amounts of pain medication, but seriously, who said that was okay? Not me in the least. Anyway, I'm sure she's used to it by this point, but that doesn't make it okay, and I don't really love it.


Anyway. Do any of you have any good tips for keeping track of things? I mean, tips that don't involve me being an anti-social dorkface who puts her face in her phone even more often than she already does, making everybody stop what they're doing/saying for her to put something in her calendar? Which will be rendered moot in no time anyway because the moment there's more than about 3 things in my calendar, all the words blend together and it's all meaningless anyway?



(If not glaringly obvious, my brain and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment.)

ETA: Oh, and while I'm at it, I should probably talk to my brother and ask him how that stress-induced illness is coming along. I kind of fail at interpersonal relationships at the moment, apparently.

Yeah, so, some time over the summer (around SDCC, perhaps?), I saw that That Guy From Heroes was going to be on Covert Affairs, blah blah, artist guy, I'm crap with names and so I didn't think too much more about it. 

And then somewhere in there I started watching Merlin, looking up the various actors, as I do when I watch a new show, oh hey, this guy was on Heroes.



Right. Same guy. Told you sometimes I'm dumb.

And it's all a moot point, anyway, as my brain is only able to hold about 5 seconds worth of memory anyway, so by the time I watched last night's Covert Affairs, I'd totally forgotten that he was going to be on anyway. But I have to say that Santiago Cabrera was most certainly a welcome addition to the episode. Yes he was. 

And how it was kind of boring, until it wasn't? 


I'm sure that some of my boredom was due to disappointment in James Callis playing rather a caricature, but he was still fun to watch, as always. But then there was the thing! With the other thing! And it was nice to finally really get to see [x]. And a bit disturbing to see [y]. 

All in all I'd say not on par with the first three episodes of the season, but I suppose that was bound to happen sooner or later.

So, it's possible I kind of sort of am watching Merlin. I'm really good at being late to the game!


But that's not what I came to tell you about.
(came to talk about the draft)

The other night, Selkie and figgy and I were out at the mall with just_showtune and weered1 and I had one of those customer service experiences/stupid children these days experiences that you hear about, but don't think REALLY happen. I was in line behind two people, and the front person had already ordered, gotten her food, and handed over her money. I stood there for a few minutes while the cashier faffed about, figuring perhaps she was waiting for ones or fives or something to give change. And when nothing happened after about five minutes, I started paying attention. It seemed, apparently, that the cashier was horribly confused, as "she paid [her] with a twenty, but [she] typed fifteen into the register!" For a few minutes more, I thought perhaps she was new, and didn't understand that it doesn't ACTUALLY matter how much cash tendered is entered into the register, since you only keep, you know, the money to pay for the item.

But oh, no. That wasn't the problem. The problem was, since she had put 15 in the register, and given popped up the amount of change for 15 instead of 20, she didn't know how much change to give the woman.

Five dollars. And she couldn't figure it out.

And the best part? The change that was listed on the register was $10.71. So, quite literally, she could not add 10 and 5 and get 15.

I contemplating facepalming upon the counter, but I was too busy being boggled that things like that really do happen.

I haven't been posting, but I've been hanging out, and even remembering to read a few times a week. Sorry for the silence. It's been a crazy, crazy time around here while I've been silent. Earthquakes and hurricanes and nearly-burst-appendixes and swiftly growing children, oh my. How are you all doing? (pee ess, I'm taking a small twitter break, because my brain just isn't working well, and I'm hoping that'll help. So feel free to find me here or on LJ instead of there.)

Sorry, but the Eureka premiere was a million times better than the White Collar premiere and the Covert Affairs premiere put together. Haven's going to have big shoes to fill on Friday.

 

( I re-watched the episode and love it just as much. )

I'm on that G+ thingum, though not doing much. Two separate accounts - one under darthrami (shock!) and the other with my real name address. If you have me on FB, it's the same combo as my profile link (and the e-mail address is on my profile); otherwise, if you know my names, it's [first initial][middle initial][last name, letters only].

Not sure what all I'll do with them, but might as well have people there, eh?