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I just listened to all five hours of the audiobook version of Written by the Victors, a SGA magnum opus that has no rivals for scope, creativity and a richly imagined universe. In any fandom. In any writing, period.
For those of you who don't want to slog through 50,000 words or five hours of audio (do it anyway), the story can be summed up as this: "History became legend, legend became myth, and things that should not have been forgotten were lost."
It's a gorgeous story of the founding of a new people, told in parts through the opinions of those who were never there, and in parts by the people who lived it. Basically? It's like listening to a fascinating NPR documentary, interrupted by a woman with a gorgeous British voice who would like to read me porn. Awesome.
And my iTunes decided to follow it with Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."
I have no idea what that means.
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Work goes well. Actually I mostly have been trying to acclimate to actually working a regular 8-5 job. It's been strange. Getting up in the morning blows, but yes we all knew that. Usually the work makes it worth it, it's the getting there that's the problem. Compounded by the several inches of snow we now have. Oh, Minnesota. And also La Nina.
One of my munchkins is the king of non sequitur, to my delight. A typical conversation between us goes like this:
Me: Awesome job! What letter is this? *holds up a letter card*
Him: *stares blankly, breaks into a grin* I'm ELEVEN!
Me: ...yes. Yes you are! Way to be!
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That being said, hi! I hope you're all doing splendidly. Do tell me what you've been up to, as I've been a bit... busy. *falls over*
For those of you who don't want to slog through 50,000 words or five hours of audio (do it anyway), the story can be summed up as this: "History became legend, legend became myth, and things that should not have been forgotten were lost."
It's a gorgeous story of the founding of a new people, told in parts through the opinions of those who were never there, and in parts by the people who lived it. Basically? It's like listening to a fascinating NPR documentary, interrupted by a woman with a gorgeous British voice who would like to read me porn. Awesome.
And my iTunes decided to follow it with Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."
I have no idea what that means.
----
Work goes well. Actually I mostly have been trying to acclimate to actually working a regular 8-5 job. It's been strange. Getting up in the morning blows, but yes we all knew that. Usually the work makes it worth it, it's the getting there that's the problem. Compounded by the several inches of snow we now have. Oh, Minnesota. And also La Nina.
One of my munchkins is the king of non sequitur, to my delight. A typical conversation between us goes like this:
Me: Awesome job! What letter is this? *holds up a letter card*
Him: *stares blankly, breaks into a grin* I'm ELEVEN!
Me: ...yes. Yes you are! Way to be!
<33333333333
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That being said, hi! I hope you're all doing splendidly. Do tell me what you've been up to, as I've been a bit... busy. *falls over*
