These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty

Why are some people against plastic wrap because it is single use, but use parchment paper like it is also not single use? You can satisfactorily bake items using butter and flour to prevent stickage, or grease a pan/use silpat. I do it all the time. Parchment is pretty much a wasteful convenience item too. Hmm.

I really like thrifting and prefer to do so when I can for clothing items. Some are obviously things that shouldn't be repurposed. Undies, y'know. I also get really weirded out about shoes. Even if I scrubbed 'em, I'd still think about someone else's stinky piggies being in them.

Wow, what a tonal shift season 4 of SG1 is. It still very much comes across as the new people in charge started using Carter as wish fulfillment on their part, and also that they thought themselves very clever and deep, but their episodes viewed as super surface level to me. A lotta flash, a little substance. Still some gems, but quite a shift indeed.

I really want a patio, and also to pave around an existing raised bed so I can install an actual greenhouse for next year, but I don't want to dig. My shoulder has actually started to improve now that I'm incorporating more strength training into my life, but the digging. Oh, the digging. I do not want. Can I? Yes, I dug an equivalent amount last year. So I know the pain which demotivates me!

I need to start reading more again.

Time to go for a walk. It looks lovely out. Maybe after I'll dig. Haha. Probably not.

ETA: Walked six miles, skipped the digging.

Also

If Dean Winchester has referred to Sam Winchester as "kiddo*" on the television screen, I've missed it. Maybe he did it once or something, which would be easy to block out for me, but given the number of times I have seen that in fanfiction it would appear Dean calls Sam that all the time (and I rarely venture into reading SPN fic). Every time I see it I want to send feedback begging for the writer to please stop using that word. It seems, to me, to perpetuate this idea that Sam's a weak little boy who needs coddling and protection.

H/C stories can be written without infantalizing one of the characters. Really.

At least when writers abused "Danny" in SG-1 fandom, Jack actually did use that a couple of times and so there was a (somewhat sketchy, if you ask me) foundation. That got to a point where I would really have to back out of a story if I read that more than, say, five times in a couple of pages. There was also one author who did a similar thing as "kiddo." Everything would go along swimmingly, and then Jack would suddenly call Daniel, Sam and Teal'c "kiddies." WTF, man. W.T.F.

Back to SPN, I've now been thinking about other horrific characterizations. Sam has got teary-eyed a bit in the show. It's canon. So has Dean. This, however, does not mean that they'll cry at the drop of a hat. Sam thinking about a puppy being left alone because its owner got dead would not make him turn into a quivering mass of tears. It really wouldn't. Sam's a sensitive soul (or at least he was), sure, but there are limitations. I would ask people just think for a minute or two before they make either Sam or Dean burst into tears.

Funnily enough, the same thing happened in SG-1 fandom as well. There are certain stories out there that are SO smarmy it makes me cringe, stories in which Daniel and Jack are such weepy, emotional wrecks I do not recognize them at all.

I suppose it can all be chalked up to different strokes for different folks.

And now I must go because apparently I'm 2 hours behind on working for The Man (frankly, I find that bogus) and have to play catch-up. While I'm sweeping and weeding and scrubbing, I'm hoping to devise a better plan to avoid the mailman. He's persistent, that one.


*perhaps the "kiddo" thing is personal. Apparently my paternal grandfather called all of us "kiddo" and when I was about 2 1/2 or 3 I started talking more and insisted that he stop calling me that because my name wasn't Kiddo, it was SBG. My mom said that was adorable, everyone oohed and ahhed and my grandfather continued to call me kiddo, bless his heart. He died when I was 4.