This song has grown on me even though I continue to have the feelings that I do about the finale.
Music Monday: January 18th, 2021
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These are the books that I got for Christmas.
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Books That I Got For Christmas:
A Manual for Creating Atheists
Everything Is F*cked: A Book About Hope (The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck
Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Trans (But Were Afraid to Ask)
Lead from the Outside: How to Build Your Future and Make Real Change
Mediocre: The Dangerous Legacy of White Male America
Odd Girl Out: My Extraordinary Autistic Life
Our Time Is Now: Power, Purpose, and the Fight for a Fair America
Supernatural: The Official Cookbook: Burgers, Pies, and Other Bites from the Road
The Adventurous Eaters Club: Mastering the Art of Family Mealtime
The Secret Lives of Hoarders: True Stories of Tackling Extreme Clutter
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counter-intuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
Unf*ck Your Habitat: You’re Better Than Your Mess
Unfuck Your Brain: Getting Over Anxiety, Depression, Anger, Freak-Outs, and Triggers with Science
I also got books ten and eleven in the Alice Wonder series, which I like a lot.
When I said that I wanted to read more this year, I meant it, and people took notice of that.
That problem… well, eventually fixed itself.
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Miraculously, I found out that the trouble I’d been having with my treadmill was due to the belt being loose.
Once I found the right tool for it, tightening the belt was actually extremely simple. From there, I experimented with how tight the bell was to come to a satisfactory setting that kept the belt from moving every time someone was on it but was tight enough to provide some resistance for in terms of exercise. Now all I have to do is attempt to align it so that walking on it is more comfortable (or get used to the incline that… seems to come part and parcel with it). Ideally, I would like to walk on a treadmill that is as close to flat as possible, although I can tell that I may not be able to do that with this one. But at least I have one, am I right?
But I am going to see if I can get the treadmill as close to flat as I can before I plan out any sort of exercise regimen, because the angle at which the treadmill is raised off of the ground will determine how long I walk and how frequently I walk for that length of time. It might also decide how far I walk on it as well since the treadmill does have a neat little gadget at the front that tells me useful information about my walking on it.
At least the issue of “the belt keeps moving while I’m trying to walk on it” has been solved, though…
Seriously, correct me if I am wrong here.
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Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve heard that the Spanish translators of Supernatural are holding the line and have basically stated that they worked with what they were given… that, in other words, Dean reciprocated Castiel’s affections for him, at least in an earlier script. This wouldn’t surprise me if this were indeed the case though. It’s early 2021 and we still can’t tolerate having queer characters as main characters on television, let alone primetime, and especially without any queer characters being used to advance the plot like “oh, look, we actually wrote in someone who is marginalized!”. Will we ever see good representation in our lifetimes? I certainly hope so. And I intend on doing all that I can to advance that representation. BiPOC (how do you write that out again?), disabled, and queer characters need equal representation in works of media.
In other news, I’d been giving some things some thought. There have been people in my life that I had changed for, or tried to change for, at the cost of being myself — I didn’t dye my hair (even, and especially, unnatural colors), I didn’t have or wear cyberlox, I wasn’t an active member of any fandom, I didn’t feel like I could freely explore religion on my own terms… the list could go on, but those are the high points. And now that I am able to do all of those things, I feel free. Liberated. Like I am never going to go back from this or hide parts of myself like that again. All of this is even better when the rationale of “you’re a parent” comes into play like… hi? I can look how I want, dress how I want, and have the interests that I want separate from my identity as a parent? I am a fully formed person that has my own identity. I’m also a parent. Case closed.