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I have done something utterly wretched to my shoulder. I don't know what precisely I've done, but I was drying myself off this morning and pulled the towel the wrong way and had sudden sharp pains in my trapezius. I can't actually hold my arm in any way that doesn't cause pain. I'm torn between seeing if my massage therapist has an emergency opening today, or sucking it up and lying down on a heating pad for a while when I get home. The latter is much more appealing, mainly because it means less walking and that I get to lie down a whole lot.

Downside: I can't fall asleep because I might set myself on fire.

The Cafe Job Fair is still getting nibbles occasionally, which is fun to see. Lots of good resources in the comments; if I were a better person with less on my plate I would totally be compiling a resource list. But frankly considering I'm having trouble making my muscles function properly, I think it's commendable I'm at work at all.

I did have a good time with R last night, playing Wheel and catching up on news. He's invited me to drive down to Indiana with him and stay at his parents' place for Thanksgiving, which on the one hand could be LOLARIOUS TIMES but on the other -- well, I have a five day weekend, and I'm an introvert of the classic kind, who actually draws energy and joy from being alone. I really was looking forward to five days of solitude, I was excited about that in the way some people get excited about going to a really good party.

So, I don't know. I'm trying to figure out how to explain to him that I love him like a brother but I VANT TO BE ALOHNE.

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So, in my spare time, I've been mainlining a new TV show: Bones.

I've found that I tend to function best this way -- let the show build up a few seasons' worth of steam and then have at it all at once. I watched the entire first season of Heroes up-to-the-hiatus in one fell swoop, and I would never have survived SGA if I'd tried to watch it as it aired (should be noted: did not survive season five).

I'm about 2/3 of the way through season two. While I enjoy the show, I have some issues with the inconsistency with which Brennan is characterised and written. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I can sense that they really wanted to go Pretender on her and just didn't have the balls.

When I started watching I knew a little bit about her character and assumed that she wasn't current on pop culture because she'd been raised in some kind of Amish commune. This would have made more sense, given how she's written, because I don't care how much of a geek you are, if you grew up in America in the eighties, by the time you're fifteen YOU KNOW WHAT CLUE IS. Also, she remarks that "I don't have many clear memories of my mother" which is bullshit, her mother disappeared when she was fifteen. So I suspect they intended to have her parents vanish when she was, say, four, and just messed it up.

ANYWAY. I'm not one to nitpick, but this is pretty bizarre for a major character. The only way I can reconcile my sensible view of reality with the writing of Temperance Brennan is to form something similar to my Tony DiNozzo Is A Serial Killer theory.

( The Grand Unified Theory Of Bones )

IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

Incidentally, ( regarding Zach... )

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It's Tuesday! You know what that means.

Sam's Three Things About NCIS 7.07: ( Endgame )

3a. What's up with the sudden McVoiceover? We've never had a voiceover on this show. I hate voiceovers. This one was better than the Mohinderlogues from Heroes, but still. Voiceovers are a slippery fucking slope.