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Agent Carter Rewatch: “Now is Not the End”

Hey everybody! It’s been a while since I did a regular series–the series I was planning to do next has become a bit derailed. I was going to rewatch Jem and the Holograms and humorously recount the various crimes people commit during the episodes–the show has a kind-of hilarious habit of sweeping kidnappings, attempted murder, and various economic misdemeanors under the rug. I realized by the end of watching the first episode that not only would that series involve a lot–a lot–of notetaking, but it would end up with me making fun of the show in a way that wouldn’t actually be fun. As hilarious as the show’s idea of criminal justice is, tearing the show to itty bitty shreds just wasn’t that fun–it was too nitpicky for my taste, and, ultimately, wouldn’t work.

So! I’ve decided to rewatch Agent Carter. And of course, I started at the beginning: “Now is Not the End.”

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Besame Cosmetics: AC245

After what seems like a literal year (and actually is probably close to it) of waiting, the first part of the Agent Carter Besame Cosmetics collection has shipped to eager audiences. I personally bought the mysteriously labelled “AC245” within ten minutes of knowing it existed, and after a long, anxious wait, it finally arrived at my front door!

So…what do we get after a year of waiting? Something great…that’s also kind of frustrating.

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Genuinely Fake: When Fans Make Parodies That Mean Something

(I’m going to go on a tangent about Star Trek. Bear with me.)

There’s been a complaint, recently, about the new Star Trek series, Star Trek: Discovery. Actually, there have been a lot of complaints, but one of the real head-scratchers has been that The Orville, the parody TV show created by Seth McFarlane, feels more “Star Trek” than Discovery. While Discovery is certainly a departure from the usual Trek formula, it seems…a bit much, to decide that the parody is the more “real” creation.

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Star Trek Discovery Review: Season 1, Part 1

Star Trek Discovery finished up premiering the first half of its first season this Sunday; the second half will come in January. But now that we’ve received a complete narrative arc, it’s a convenient time to look back on the half-season and reflect on what we’ve seen so far. I ended up opting not to do weekly recaps of this show; for one, I was busy, and for two, it’s such a season-narrative type show that it felt like I was attempting to review an unfinished project. I wasn’t decided on how exactly I felt about the show, which is a little contrary to, well, reviewing something.

I’m not sure I have a definitive opinion on the show, but I do have some thoughts. (No spoilers, unless you count vague plot references as spoilers.)

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Star Trek: Discovery–Three Episodes and a Review

I felt…weirdly stuck, last week. I’d watched the first two episodes of Star Trek: Discovery, but I didn’t feel I had anything to say about them. Overall, I felt like what I’d watched wasn’t really the show, which turned out to be accurate. Now that “Context is for Kings” has aired, I have a few more thoughts, the first of which is: why did we get that two-episode prologue?

SPOILERS AFTER THE JUMP!

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Star Trek and Immigration

Disclaimer: Most people in my life have learned to ignore my inane mutterings about Star Trek. If you find my silly armchair opinions ill-informed, that’s on me–I’m just writing my mutterings down as I think them. This post does not claim to be well-researched or fully-informed, just based on casual observation of Trek-based phenomena.

I was rewatching Star Trek Beyond for the third time recently–I absolutely love the film, but I don’t rewatch it often, because I sob whenever I see Anton Yelchin’s face. Also, at the last five minutes of the film and most of the credits.

Demons in the Internet: my article for The Mary Sue

I wrote an article for The Mary Sue about an episode of Buffy. It lives here. Warnings for me talking frankly about the Ex of Doom.

I don’t want to repost it, honestly because I want to give my original post web traffic and justify the shiny $20 they paid me for writing it, but I’ll talk about it a little here.

Writing this was easy; having it out in the world was hard. I had a panic attack the day it went up, actually. The Ex would find it, he would find me. He would try to talk to me. It’s horrible enough that LinkedIn keeps trying to tell me that I should friend him; the idea that he might have any inclination to turn my way fills me with a cold, sweating dread. I don’t want it in the same way I don’t want to be stung to death by bees.

I’m lucky to currently have a kind, warm boy who understands all of this, and understands me. But it’s still hard, to be so afraid. It used to be that I thought about the Ex every day, that my thoughts would be a constant undercurrent of anger and heartbreak. These days, I can go days without thinking about him, but he creeps in in unexpected ways. I get a song he wrote stuck in my head. I remember a thing he does. My good, sweet boy innocuously asks why I have a random string of numbers in my e-mail address (it’s my birth year and the Ex’s birth year, a thing he insisted on). It’s weird how I can delete all the pictures of him from my collection, and move on, mostly, and he can still linger in my life. I wish this wasn’t how it was, but I think I’m dealing with it pretty well, considering.

Overall, I’m not the girl who was with him, anymore. That’s what’s worth remembering.