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EVERY FIRE EMBLEM GAME THAT HAS BEEN TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH EXCEPT FOR AWAKENING, I'VE FINISHED AWAKENING

( And for that day in the future where I'll definitely spend more time doing productive stuff than reading wank and fanfic )

Another expedition into making food from Elsewhere that I lack key ingredients and/or equipment for but I really want to taste it for real: Stroopwafel. We do get them in stores but I love them an awful lot and wanted to see exactly how complicated they were to make at home.

As it turns out: The caramel filling was the difficult part, probably because whatever that German syrup was does not have the same molecular makeup as the closest I got in Scandinavian. I burned it but salvaged it with butter, instant coffee and vanilla.

Splitting the cakes turned out to be very easy and yes you can make them perfectly fine in a krumkake iron.

It's That Time Of The Year and for the second time in my life, I am actually experiencing legitimate, physical stress.

The last time was This Time Of The Year some... eight or nine years ago, and both times I just realised what it was by very quitetly discovering that I wanted to eat even though I was full from lunch.

Today's adventure was having an ultrasound of my fallopian tubes (nothing worrisome going on). I'd been warned that it might be uncomfortable, and it was uncomfortable even with the self-administered painkillers beforehand. Something about having fluid squirted into places where there usually is none, I suppose; I don't know if "painful" is the word I'd use, but there were cold sweats and occasional groans and then telling them that I'm fine, I'm fine.

Not finer than that the moment the gynocologist declared that everything was peachy, I proceeded to pass out in the chair.

It's not wholly surprising, since the few other times I've been known to pass out in my life, it's been because of menstrual cramps. Still, it certainly was an experience - blacking out, and I remember the darkness, and then waking up to two strange women asking me if I'm okay and the few disoriented seconds before remembering where I was.

I imagine most people would find it fairly indiginfied to recover from a fainting spell with your legs spread in the air, but I'm nothign if not adaptive. I walked home after ten minutes, and reveled in the lightness after my uterus has stopped screaming that I rarely ever feel these days.

I'm a book person and I'm a comic person and I'm a cartoon person, but the one thing I'm not is a film person. The films I'll enjoy fall within a fairly narrow criteria, and suffice it to say that the kind of film Book People are meant to like, are not my kinds of film. Having watched both "The Worst Person in the World" and "Compartment No 6" (Norway and Finland's respective Academy hopefuls last year), this is increasingly evident. Intellectually, I can recognise that these are Good Films. Particularly the former has some choice scenes that are stunning. But the stories just don't touch me; recognising the craftmanship of the narrative doesn't do much when I'm just waiting for something to bloody happen to characters I don't particularly care for.

The things I enjoy watching? Well,

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Let it be said that "Another Round" is genuinely entertaining and you won't regret the time you spend watching THAT.

Anyway, for posterity: "Out Stealing Horses" is a nice book, but the only reason it'd merit a five star rating is because I guess male reviewers just sympathise more with manpain. The film is a great adaptation and it'll take up less of your life.

I got Too Good Too Go and had to suffer other people's inexplicable need to gut croissants and fill them with unholy substances like ham and cheese and brie and bacon. The Koreans I might forgive a little because they seem to do a lot of sweet fillings too, but "ham a cheese croissant"? NO MERCY.

The solution was to empty the worst offenders and keep their mutilated husks for breakfast tomorrow, to be enjoyed with home-made cranberry jam and possibly equally home-made yoghurt. Yeah yeah, "why do you sneer at the ham and cheese when you'll be eating them day-old" IT'S ABOUT FOOD WASTE. And because the entire purpose of Too Good To Go is limiting food waste, getting my sliced bread out of the freezer and put the ham-and-cheese into sandwhiches that will go back into the freezer. This however messed up the logistics of eating the rest of the smoked trout and that egg tomorrow, so that went to Monday's lunch, but this then delayed the ham past its expiration date, and that's how I ended up with six days' worth of lunch sandwhiches all ready to be taken out the night before (one with trout).

The cousin to whom I am closest in age would rather die than go through the embarassement of this frugality. But it really is about the food waste, for me. Making yoghurt from expiring milk and re-purposing profane sanwhich fillings won't save the world, but you know - I almost never throw away food. At least I don't help drive the demand for meat because I only buy it from the "expiring date today" bins and chuck it in the freezer.

I'm on my third ereader.

The first one, I replaced because it was a bloody Sony and their ebook store went down, and clearly this was enough to finally chase me off it even though I hardly ever bought books there anyway. (gave it to my sister. AFAIK she never used it)

The second was a Kobo, and was replaced after six years when I found the new model in an outlet bin. (gave it to my brother. Dunno if he's used it)

The third is also a Kobo, and last week I lost it on the bus. It was very tragic, and of course I went digging into the virtual outlet bin and lo, but I found the Pocketbook Inkpad 3 and it could do a lot of neat party tricks, and I've got virtual coupons for the store and could effectively get it for a 70% discount.

Then it turned out there are honest people out there, someone had found my ereader and handed it to the driver, and after biking across town to find the bus company moved all business to a different adress than the one on their website last July, a very helpful man gave me my Kobo back and I was happy, indeed.

But the siren song of the Pocketbook Inkpad 3 still hums between my ears, because clearly I need an ereader with TTS software and bluetooth capabilities and a USB-C-to-aux adapter and you can mail your books straight to it

(and seriously, that last one would be a big one for the girl who knows how to use AO3's download option)

I went diving through the archive of LJ comments I've left about Hetalia through the years - the most recent one was in 2011. (god pless LJ's comment alert e-mails) It's kind of heartwarming to see how little has changed about my ways of being a not-really-popular blog who people still notice because of my occasionally contrarian opinions, huh. The difference is that I somehow made friends in the MLB fandom, so I suppose there is something to be said for tumblr's interface for those of us who were too socially awkward to handle the word "friending" because omg who'd want to be friends with me. Anyway, these were the hills I was apparently dying on:

I really did not like the dub
I bet this might surprise some people knowing me through MLB, since I'm the person who insists on calling him "Cat Noir" because it was a good decision to change it, actually. It certainly surprised me because I had completely forgotten that I was so passionate about that. My issue with the Hetalia dub was mainly that they changed the show from cutesy comedy to South Park except stupid, because the vulgarity was completely aimless. In retrospect, I've occasionally been thinking that this was probably the only route they could've gone in publishing it in the US without some insane backlash (a minute of silence for "Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves"), but that still doesn't make it good. I've been watching bits of it on youtube through the years, and to this day I fail to see how anyone can find it funny, and the voice work is bad but not funny bad, even.

Look at me being the one telling people to stop treating this like something that deserved serious scrutiny
Grimdark ~historically accurate characterisation~ fic was not my cup of tea, and I remember that one comm that was dedicated to treating Hetalia like the "serious" work that it was, instead of the cesspit of yaoi fangirls that was the fandom at large. Yeah, Hetalia for sure was a thoughtful depiction of history, not a moeblob comedy about obscure cultural fact and national stereotypes that was occasionally illustrated by being set during historically significant events, huh. I cringed at the fangirls eventually swarming the place as much as anyone, but the snobby "history fans" so weren't my crowd, either. Suffice it to say that I've always been the advocate of treating something as exactly as silly and childish as it is, rather than trying to make it look sophisticated by claiming that the fandom's 2K analysis posts were representative of canon.

I took issue people using fancy words to make claims about things that weren't there
Making comedy about political topics =/= satire. And at one point I phrased myself almost word-for-word like I found myself making a point about MLB recently. Paraphrased: "If that's what he's trying to do, he's failing hard at it"

Gotta wonder if my relationship to the anon meme was like my relationship to discord
I knew it existed and I knew a substantial amount of fandom interaction was happening there, but I never went there. Not even that time someone brought up that I was the villain of the week over there because I was stating unpopular fact about its female characters.

I'm going to assume that people picking up the years-later oneshot sequel to a decades-running comic will already be familiar with the original, so google SiP if you want the summary. Given that nobody I have ever come across online even knows about SiP, I'm going to assume no-one will ever read this, but hell. Reviewing ended up being how I process the media I consume, and this in context with the Utena sequel means I'm having thoughts.

SiP: XXV more or less starts where the original ended: The Parker Empire is gone for good with Tambi devoted to making sure it stays down, Katchoo finally has peace and her happily ever after with Francine. But oh no oh no, some ex-Parker girl is getting into apocalyptic military science secrets and the fate of the world rests on the shoulders of one Katina Chovanski who has to hunt her down to keep her family safe.

Content, as such, is familiar territory for those here from the original. There's a lot less romantic drama, naturally, and all the more James Bond. Which on the one hand is a kind of a weird choice, given that I deeply suspect that the drama was what endeared this story to most readers. I can't begrudge it, though, because the kind of clunky story flow that always bothered me with SiP is absent here. Granted, this is also a shorter format than the one in which I read SiP (the pocket collection), so it's possible that the shorter length just made it easier to digest. Unlike the original, I never was confused about the chain of events, here.

The story is old, and that is of course perfectly fine. The only thing I could fault it for is possibly the ending, which took a turn for the mystic that's not entirely off-brand for this universe, but still kind of dissonant with the genre. (and honestly the plot engine is fifty degrees of spaced out but seriously, who cares). Some might also complain about the relative absence of Francine in this story, or the fact that she and Katchoo are together for like... three pages, total. Some might even note that David is never as much as alluded to, except for being included in a collection of character sketches at the end of the book. Both of these are things that someone concerned with pleasing fans would've probably shoehorned in, but I'm happy Moore didn't - because it would be shoehorning, and I prefer my stories well told. We got BAMF Aunt Libby in exchange.

Visually, Moore is still a brilliant artist, and I wonder if part of the improved story flow isn't that he's toned down the experimental parts of his comics. The larger format certainly opens up for enjoying the artwork all the better, and the artwork was always the absolute highlight of this story, for me. I particularly liked the way he used landscapes here, and particularly the parts set in Scotland were gorgeous. The one "untraditional" thing I noticed here was Moore's brilliant use of vertical panels and whole-page frames. They're sparing, but man, are they good.

Should you read it? If you liked SiP, this is more of the same, and - I'd argue - better narrated. If you want to get into SiP, this is probably a decent introduction to the universe, though be aware that there's a considerable amount of comedy and romantic soap opera in the original that are almost entirely absent here.

I went in looking for the last RG Veda omnibus, I came out with "Strangers in Paradisce XXV" and "Revolultionary Girl Utena: After the Revolution". I read the latter, and it was surprisingly good, standing next to the original manga. How much of that is because it clearly ties to the anime can likely be debated, preferably by someone who knows the conception history of the manga vs. the anime and that person is not me.

I really liked seeing what became of the duellists in the future - I thoroughly enjoyed it, for all of them. Kind of weird to have Saionji depicted as someone heroic but from how I remember the anime, he was honestly one of the more sympathetic characters left in the end. I might've said Juri's part was the weakest, possibly because it was pretty much a frank re-telling of the Ruka episode of the anime, only framed somewhat differently. Still, even that one I really liked for the Juri backstory about how she became the fencing champion who is also a model.

The part that touched me the most, though, was absolutely Miki's - or Miki and Shiori's, because she was absolutely no little part of it. Part of that was probably the context - I spent the last two days reading all of "Lady Georgie" which does colour one's view on not-quite-platonic brother-sister relationships. With spoilers unsaid, it is Miki's story that gets to bring some little completion to Utena's story in this volume, and it does so through a visual depiction of music which by coincidence I read while someone else in the room was listenint go something very suitable on youtube.

All in all, it was a quick read coloured by floating castles and rose petals and girls with swords, and it was utterly satisfactory even though it probably isn't that deep.

Going home to the parents for Easter, with a delayed and ultimately cancelled plane meaning I likely won't make the connected flight. So I've been waiting here for three hours, eight minutes on foot (without luggage) from my flat, and likely to spend the night at a hotel unless they hold back a flight just for me. Which is unlikely, but with STOL flights you never know.

The more interesting part: I'm doing this after all.

tl;dr Yeah, if he's meant to be an explanation for Marinette's decision-making this season, they're sure not interested in getting that across to the audience.

S2: Original planned placement of episode

S3: Episode airs as one of the last episodes of the season. Thanks to time-travel and miraculous ladybugs, status quo remains at the end. Marinette uncharacteristically cuddling Cat Noir in relief in the final scene might suggest some change in her feelings for him, but this isn't followed up in later episodes. The episode is not brought up again in S3, and at no point does Marinette appear to have been mentally affected by the experience.

S4: Marinette reveals her identity to Alya, and Hawkmoth cottons on to Rena Rouge (whose identity HE knows) being special. In the final third of the seasons, Marinette repeatedly doubles down on the fact that no-one can know both her and CN's identity, since Hawkmoth would then only need that one person to get everything he wants.

"Sentibubbler": Episode is a bit past halfway through S4. Immediately after letting Alya keep Trixx permanently, Marinette is clearly having doubts about Alya's decision-making independent of her. The episode starts with a nightmare where Alya has made Marinette's idenitity public to all the world, which gets increasingly absurd until Cat Blanc shows up talking about getting married. The scene is not framed as particularly scary to the audience (again: compare it to "Oblivio" or "Cat Blanc"), and nothing in the directing and the framing recalls her actual run-in with him. Both Tikki and Alya chide Marinette for overreacting to the nightmare, and the episode is about proving them right: Alya is trustworthy and cunning and capable of keeping her miraculous safe. Marinette doesn't as much as think about Cat Noir until he shows up for battle and she's got to keep him from finding out that the Ladybug on scene is an illusion. Cat Blanc's presence in the episode is connected to Marinette's insecurities about Alya; at no point are there lines drawn between him and Cat Noir.

"Ephemeral": Adrien is once again akumatised. The only tenuous connection to "Cat Blanc" is the fact that Gabriel uses the same chain of events for akumatising him: get him while he's still reeling from the shock of Emilie's corpse and Gabriel being Hawkmoth.

"Kuro Neko": Ladybug thinks Cat Noir has been akumatised as a civillian. The only possible connection to "Cat Blanc" is her assuming that the akuma would be in the bell. There are no flashbacks or otherwise mentions made of Cat Blanc.

"Strik Back": CN calls her a pussy for refusing to learn his identity; when she brings up the aforementioned earth logic, he counters that they "can't be akumatised". She briefly recalls Cat Blanc, which she knows proves him wrong (and he doesn't, since she for whatever reason never told him about it). She does look upset at the memory, as anyone would (there's also the fact that he's clearly not comprehending how dangerous this could be). They're interrupted by Rena Furtive's activies being revealed to him and the topic not brought up again.

To borrow my own cleverness from elsewhere: Remembering that the world ended because you gave your crush a present =/= having PTSD

Here’s one for the designer baby joke I didn’t make because I didn’t want to go into sentiadrien on that post I made about Marinette and Gabriel both being professional creators of identity while Adrien’s story arc is to shape an identity independent of them both.

Full disclosure: To any extent this is meant as a criticism of the writers, it is that they’re being shallow and depending on the audience being so, too. I personally do approach this show as exactly as shallow as I think the writers want me to, but I know that a lot of other people don’t and I guess this one's for you!

Because "identity" is what this story is built on, and forcing a main character into grappling with potentially never having had any in the first place makes this all the more immediate than any quantum masking could. But it also makes it seem like the story doesn't see that there is a vital difference between "not defining yourself by your past and your peers and your parents", and "actually your entire life has been lived with people who have had the ability to mold your mind just by wishing for it".

( I am once again thinking about things the MLB writers never meant for anyone to think about )

In a fairly unsurprising development given current national policies and all, covid got to me, too. My boosted ass can probably sleep pretty safe at night knowing it won't be worse than the current chest cold that seems to be letting up already. The greatest ordeal is that I'm set to run out of tea before I with good conscience can go shopping again, and will have to resort to the... three or four different loose leaf boxes I've been saving for the day my polyps for some reason should give up the ghost and I'd once more have a reliable sense of smell.

Which I have had the last couple of weeks, so boo for stuffy nose now.

On the upside, it seems that this month's adventures in uterus leakage was limited to the not-bad-enough-to-justify-painkillers yesterday evening, and I distracted myself from that by discovering that someone uploaded this masterpiece to youtube. One needs a certain kind of Scandinavian childhood to appreciate the full scope of its brilliance (possibly also understanding the language), but if anyone ever asks me about the power of theatre and adaptations and "how do you even like stuff for kids", that will forever be my answer.

Picture this: A place with snow and cold, where cars are iced down after eight hours at work. I live by what in any city of size would be defined as "downtown" (I walk to city hall in eight minutes), but ironically work ten kilometres away. Thanks to an ongoing pandemic, I've been driving to work the last two years, even though I far prefer the bus.

Picture this: After ten hours at work, I start the engine while I scrape the ice off the windows. Picture the frozen car lock. Picture the moment the door snaps close and I realise that oh, my bag's inside, and the car is locked, and I'm ten kilometres away from home and my phone and my wallet and the keys to work are all inside the car blasting music and blaring lights with the engine running. And outside is me and my nifty telescope ice scraper/snow broom.

That is how I ended up waiting ten minutes on a bus, and riding twenty minutes without a ticket together with my broom, until I was home and could pick up the spare keys and my credit card, scarf down an apple and get on the next bus in the opposit direction (where I couldn't buy a ticket manually, because of course everything happens on our phones these days, and my phone is still inside the car)

and that's twenty-five minutes, and by that time my car has been running and blasting music and glaring the headlights for something like an hour, and because the cold is set to last at least another week, I ended up going on an hour-long drive out of town just to make sure the battery was charged.

I swear to god I did not get out of bed this morning with any plans to write 3K words on Cat Blanc and authorial intent, but here we are, I guess. Might post to tumblr later.

( ho boy )

(if you’re at all intersted, check out pages 84-95 in the second edition of The Cambridge Introduction to Narrative, where you can learn all about how we construct authorial intent, underread and overread as we fill in gaps, and how all of this is just part of human nature)

Adults were always telling the children: "You can do whatever you like as children. But afterwards, it's forbidden! You see, adults have to work. Work is necessary and the most important thing in life! When you work, you'll certainly have to do things that you don't like, or that you think it's wrong. That's very hard!"

I lived two years in abroad and while I haven't been unhappy away from there, I've always longed to be back, and I am rapidly approaching the point where I'm having to make some Decisions if that is something I actively want to pursue. So on a lovely Saturday afternoon, I sat down in a café an did some ruminating, and sure enough: What I discovered was that what I wanted wasn't so much being in Germany, as that being not-home meant that I would of course come home someday and wouldn't settle-settle in Germany either. Do I love life in Germany? Indisputably, but maybe not as much as I fear staying in the same place for thirty years and being tied down by work and mortgages and a social network I cannot replace. In the end, I suspect my wanderlust is really fear of settling down and settling with the life as a proper adult.

Then I went home and watched the second half of the 2017 anime adaptation of Kino's Journey, which includes its own take on the episode wherein this conversation happens.

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( I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now )

I now have seven boxes of books in storage. Three of them are too precious to get rid of, four are "at some point aquired for the purpose of reading but never got around to it, and too interesting to get rid of".

Then there is the box of games (Wii, GC, GB, GBA, DS, 3DS).

One box of film, though most of the ones I put in storage I've at least seen; the "want to check out so picked up a cheap DVD" ones are next to the telly.

(The list of "to read" bookmarks that goes back to some time before I started reading Miraculous Ladybug fanfic, which is nearly two years ago now.)

I've been organizing my storage space in the basement this weekend. Lots of things going into donation, some I've put up for sale before I get around to it. The weirdest thing I've been keeping? My old cable decoder, because it had all of Miraculous Ladybug in Norwegian recorded, because that dub is weirdly dear to me.

Tonight's adventure was to go through lecture notes and photocopies of reading from five years ago and deciding what I might possibly have some use of some day and what I'll never, ever read again. I don't know if other people get sentimental about lecture notes, but I always did love university.

I'm trying to eat the food in my freezer, too. It's slow going, but at least that's because I've gotten a lot better at veggies, and because I bake more than I eat.

That last one goes back to Miraculous Ladybug, too.

The good: Since I started painting my nails, I HAVE reduced the amount of biting my cuticles

The bad: Since I started painting my nails and keeping them longer (because short nails + nail polish looks silly), I've been experienceing that previously unknown feminine ailment of "broken nails", culminating with today's fun which took a third of the nail off and bled like a pig and today is mealprep + hair washing day and this is inconvenient (but luckily not painful, at least not yet)

Conclusion: Long nails are bothersome and nail painting is time-consuming, but will hopefully be worth it if one day I either no longer have torn cuticles, or at least stop fixing them with my teeth

OTOH: Should Luka Couffaine, who I despise not because of the person he is portrayed as but because of the way he is written, count as a kindred spirit or not? He would share my suffering of the tediousness of nail painting, but as a guitarist he keeps his short and don't have to live with the fear of doing jumping jacks and catching a thumb on a shelf

Today's good deed: Taking the time to politely and thoroughly explaining that no, Marinette isn't a "Mary Sue" because none of you idiots know what a Mary Sue actually is, rather than firing of a snide comment amounting to mate, you don't get to complain that Marinette "has no flaws" in a thread about "Miracle Queen". You just don't.

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