daily update, Thursday April 16
Apr. 16th, 2020 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingEvents of the day:
1. We had a brief, intense storm last night, which dropped up to two inches of snow. About half of that had melted by the time I left for work this morning, and the rest was gone by evening down in the lake valley, though I suspect some lingered up in the hills.
2. Rental company office 9am-5pm. No data entry today -- that got superseded by the more urgent project of sending lease guarantee reminder emails to all incoming tenants whose families hadn't yet returned a signed copy of that form. (This is what we do in lieu of a credit check, since credit-checking college students is not going to get you much useful information.) And then I processed the forms that a whole bunch of families sent in, and sent out "yo, the email you gave us for your parents is no good; please provide a functional email address" emails, and did some other stuff associated with that general project. Also some package stuff, because there's always package stuff. *sigh*
3. My bridesmaid dress for Susan's wedding arrived today! I have tried it on and it fits pretty well. I mean, I have to sort of squish my boobs flat to get the waistline down over my chest, but whatever. Boobs are extremely squishable. We aren't sure if the wedding is still on, given the state of the world, but so far as I know it's still scheduled for this August.
4. Boiled eight eggs for future breakfasts.
5. Steamed broccoli for tonight's dinner and the next couple days.
6. Put away the shirts that air-dried overnight. The rest of the laundry can wait for Friday and Saturday, because ugh.
7. Listened to episode 163 of The Magnus Archives ("In the Trenches"), which... I found it more grotesque than scary, honestly. I am sure the experiences described would be terrifying if they were happening to me, but as a secondhand report, my reaction is mostly just a visceral sort of "ICK GROSS NO." It's just... aha! I have found the correct analogy. The volume knob is broken; everything is at fortissimo and top speed all the time with no contrast, and by about halfway through the bit with the tank it all blurred into a sort of meaningless scream of gore.
Which might be the point? First of all, the Slaughter's always been like that, just violence violence violence with no rhyme or reason I can find. And secondly, I feel that... hmm... bringing the Fears into our world may not have been as good a move for them as one might initially think. Or maybe that's just me reading scraps of hope into tragedy; who can say so early in the season.
But anyway, outright hellscapes are much less scary to me than wrongness creeping subtly into everyday life. With a hellscape, you know it's a hellscape and yes it's terrible but there's no... yeah, to go back to the analogy, there's no contrast. With wrongness in an otherwise normal setting, the ordinary parts make the scary parts worse.
...
I'm going to go write more of Jon Sims and Rose Tyler getting chased by killer mannequins now. :)
1. We had a brief, intense storm last night, which dropped up to two inches of snow. About half of that had melted by the time I left for work this morning, and the rest was gone by evening down in the lake valley, though I suspect some lingered up in the hills.
2. Rental company office 9am-5pm. No data entry today -- that got superseded by the more urgent project of sending lease guarantee reminder emails to all incoming tenants whose families hadn't yet returned a signed copy of that form. (This is what we do in lieu of a credit check, since credit-checking college students is not going to get you much useful information.) And then I processed the forms that a whole bunch of families sent in, and sent out "yo, the email you gave us for your parents is no good; please provide a functional email address" emails, and did some other stuff associated with that general project. Also some package stuff, because there's always package stuff. *sigh*
3. My bridesmaid dress for Susan's wedding arrived today! I have tried it on and it fits pretty well. I mean, I have to sort of squish my boobs flat to get the waistline down over my chest, but whatever. Boobs are extremely squishable. We aren't sure if the wedding is still on, given the state of the world, but so far as I know it's still scheduled for this August.
4. Boiled eight eggs for future breakfasts.
5. Steamed broccoli for tonight's dinner and the next couple days.
6. Put away the shirts that air-dried overnight. The rest of the laundry can wait for Friday and Saturday, because ugh.
7. Listened to episode 163 of The Magnus Archives ("In the Trenches"), which... I found it more grotesque than scary, honestly. I am sure the experiences described would be terrifying if they were happening to me, but as a secondhand report, my reaction is mostly just a visceral sort of "ICK GROSS NO." It's just... aha! I have found the correct analogy. The volume knob is broken; everything is at fortissimo and top speed all the time with no contrast, and by about halfway through the bit with the tank it all blurred into a sort of meaningless scream of gore.
Which might be the point? First of all, the Slaughter's always been like that, just violence violence violence with no rhyme or reason I can find. And secondly, I feel that... hmm... bringing the Fears into our world may not have been as good a move for them as one might initially think. Or maybe that's just me reading scraps of hope into tragedy; who can say so early in the season.
But anyway, outright hellscapes are much less scary to me than wrongness creeping subtly into everyday life. With a hellscape, you know it's a hellscape and yes it's terrible but there's no... yeah, to go back to the analogy, there's no contrast. With wrongness in an otherwise normal setting, the ordinary parts make the scary parts worse.
...
I'm going to go write more of Jon Sims and Rose Tyler getting chased by killer mannequins now. :)
