October 21 is one month closer....(also, that's Courtney's birthday.)
Anyway, it might be a different school, but the stress is pretty much the same wherever you are as a student. Doesn't really matter if it's NSU, TCC or RSU. So much to get done, and it doesn't really stop...Also, I get really frustrated with online courses. More specifically, the discussion board segment of online classes. It's like, "C'MON PEOPLE, IS IT THAT HARD TO FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS PROPERLY IN A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME?" If I comment on your post to try to offer ideas for making your poem better, can't you do the same?
Harry texted me a picture of the front page of the Daily Press, not exactly sure what he and Louise were doing that was newsworthy, but hey, they were on the front page! Above the fold right under the masthead! (BEST spot on the front page, which is the top dog in the hierarchy.) He was really excited, which is awesome. And understandable. That made a welcome pause from homework, which at that moment was stumbling through the swamp that is James Joyce's writing. (RADICAL stream-of-consciousness style, for the most part forgoing the comma entirely and randomly inserting free-verse poetry in unusual places.) Definitely going to have to go over this Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man again to hopefully figure out what on earth is happening in time for an essay next week on the three novels studied so far. Kate Chopin's The Awakening was just as intolerable the second time as it was the first.
It's really kind of hard to draw a distinction between Joyce and my Media Law textbook sometimes. There's a test for that coming up sometime next week or two.
Carrie Underwood is playing on my Spotify, the current song as of this paragraph is "Temporary Home". Played guitar some a couple times this week, so that's nice, I guess. I'm singing along in my mind, playing air guitar since it's almost midnight. Still can't sleep very well, too much worrying and tension, I guess. I'm the kind of person who reads Strunk and White's "Elements of Style" when wide-awake up late. Also, I seem to require about twice as much clothing as most people in order to keep warm. There was a fire alarm the other night, which wasn't as bad as it could have been, at least it was fixed quickly, but those are NOT GOOD THINGS. And I got about four hours sleep last night for whatever reason, 2-6:30 a.m.
Texted Ash, she's about as stressed about school as I am right now. Also texted Jon, he's doing well. This year's SGYC will be from July 20-24, and Brother Larry and Tim are both highly likely to be there. Everyone else, it's way too early to know for sure. If I remember right, Ryan Butler will be the camp pastor again this year? That'd be good.
The DeSpains picked me up before church last Sunday, which was nice. The floor-replacement hit an expected snag, so it'll be concrete for probably a few more weeks at least.
Tuesday's episode of Agent Carter was the best yet, with tons of quotes. "Stark's either an ignoramus or a genius....we have no idea what this stuff is." - SSR scientist. "Probably both." - Peggy.
"Does anybody know what Krymenski's middle name was?" - Thompson. " Wasn't it Walter?" - Sousa. "Right. Walter. Agent Ray Walter Krymenski. And do any of you know what the most important part of Agent Ray Walter Krymenski's name was?" Someone Else: "....Walter?" "No. 'Agent.'"
"Are you acquainted with Id and the Ego, Miss Carter?" - Peggy's terrifying landlady Miriam Griffith. "Are they....children's characters?"
Poked my nose into the RSU BCM building on Monday night; it was different, but it might be all right. Forced myself to be outgoing and meet several people; which was incredibly draining (and scary. I'm seriously an introvert. I hate having to meet new people.) They seemed about the right level of polite friendliness, using TJ's scale. Also went over there Wednesday afternoon because there's like a free-meal type thing, sorta like NSU's Velocity. And I needed to interview a classmate for a news story I was filming for a different class. So it was a killing-two-birds-with-one-stone type of thing. But it's really hard getting to know people. Deb's cancer appears to be stopped, so that's very good.
It'll be an extremely homework-filled weekend, with (maybe?) time enough to spare to watch the Super Bowl, which is Patriots-Seahawks. I really don't care one way or the other, but because of Chris Pratt and Chris Evans's bet, Mom's pulling for New England. There won't be a blizzard this year; which is nice, I guess. That postponed our Muskogee SWAT show by about a month.
I have Nutella, protein bars and pepperjack cheese in the fridge, so that's better food than peanut butter and stale Cinnamon Toast Crunch, as far as Super Bowl snacks go. I'm predicting Budweiser wins Wesley's Best Commercial Award for the sixth(?) year in a row, and the Animal Planet Puppy Bowl to be more entertaining and adorable than the real game.
Missing Sunny. And Copper. And everybody else dog-and-cat-wise who're gone. And I need some Rags-cuddles.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Quotes - Season One, Part I
Pretty straightforward - a listing of great quotes from season one of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Episode One - "Pilot".
(Ward is surprised while retrieving a Chitauri neural link.) "Your fireplace is broken."
(After Hill asks Ward what S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for, he replies, "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.") "And what does that mean to you?" "It means somebody really wanted our initials to spell out "SHIELD". We protect the world from the much weirder world out there, and when we can't do that, we keep them safe."
(Later on in that conversation, Hill's just told Ward that Coulson will tell him why his assignment had been changed.) "Uh...yeah. I'm clearance Level Six; I know that Coulson was killed in the Battle of New York." (Coulson emerges from the shadows.) "Welcome to Level Seven," (Ward looks stunned.) "Sorry, that corner was really dark and I couldn't help myself. I think there's a bulb out."
(Coulson is referencing Hill's report on Ward's qualifications.) "Combat: top grades. Espionage she gave you the highest marks since Romanoff. Under People Skills....I think she drew a...I think it's a little poop. With knives sticking out of it." (Later.) "It was a porcupine, it was not a little poop."
(Mike Peterson is sitting in a diner when Skye rushes into his booth.) "Just act natural." "What?" "Just...pretend that we're talking." He stares at her, at a loss. "We are." "Good. 'Cause you never know who's listening." "I don't even know who's talking."
(Later in same scene.) "With great power comes....a ton of weird crap that you are not prepared to deal with!" - Skye.
(Coulson goes to May's dark oppressive office.) "Agent May-" "No. I am not going back into the field." "Yeah, you got such a nice setup here....you ever thought about adding a moat?" (Trying to convince her to come along.) "....no red tape. This is where they make the red tape, isn't it? I've always wondered."
"So, are you excited to be coming along on our Journey into Mystery?" Simmons asks cheerfully. "It's like Christmas." Ward answers, unenthused.
"Don't touch Lola!" - Coulson. (Repeated line.)
"...How will you silence us this time? How can you? The truth is in the wind. It's everywhere. You cannot stop the Rising Tide. You will not find us, you will never see our faces, but we will rise against those who shield us from the truth, and nothing, nothing, nothing can stop us in the-" (Coulson and Ward throw open the van door.) "Heyyyy." Skye smiles uneasily. "What's up?"
"Is it the girl? She's getting under your skin?" asks Coulson. "Or is it the assignment? Are you so anxious to get out of here that you'd deliberately blow an interrogation?" "Give me a minute alone with her, you'll have your answers." Ward says confidently. "She's an asset." "She is such an - Wait, asset?"
(Coulson shoots Ward with a tranquiilizer gun filled with truth serum.) "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" "No. Have you lost your mind?! You should never do that to a member of your team! And yes, it did hurt a little bit. I'm just trying to mask my pain in front of a beautiful woman because it makes me seem more masculine. This stuff works fast..."
(Debriefing.) "What are we seeing?" May wants to know. "Well, the man is angry at the other man." Fitz answers. "The data is very corrupt." Simmons tries to smooth things over. "Yeah, like Cold War Russia corrupt." Fitz adds.
"Don't EVER tell me there's no way! Get it done." - Coulson to FitzSimmons.
"Nobody's nobody, Ward." - Coulson.
"I know. I've seen giants. And that privilege cost me nearly everything. But they're not heroes because of what they have; they're heroes because of what they do with it." - Coulson to Mike.
"How about you? Thought about the offer?" Coulson asks. "Hitching a ride on the crazy plane? I'm not exactly a team player," Skye answers. "And we're not exactly a team. We're in a position to do some good, and you'd be a great help."
Episode Two, "0-8-4".
"She hacked us twice with a laptop. Imagine what she can do with our resources." says Coulson. "I am. That's exactly what I'm imagining during this frown." Ward answers.
(Coulson explaining to Skye what an 0-8-4 is.) "..The last one turned out to be pretty interesting." "And what was the last one?" "A hammer."
"Don't ever call me that." - May. (Repeated line.)
"That's classified." (Repeated line.)
"Do you need anything else before I go check on the device fueled by evil that's sitting in our cargo hold?" - Coulson.
(The team is squabbling loudly, Coulson walks into the lab.) "Do we have a problem in here?" Everyone hushes up. "No, sir. Just working on our communication." Ward replies. More squabbling, led by Skye and Ward. "Ward, you can speak six languages. Simmons, you have two PhD's in fields I can't pronounce, and Fitz - you ARE a rocket scientist. So work it out." (Coulson leaves lab.) "Um....I can do stuff, too!" - Skye.
"Really? REALLY? Six days? It took you SIX DAYS to ruin a completely renovated state-of-the-art piece of machinery and turn it into SCRAP?" - Fury scolding Coulson.
Episode Three - "The Asset".
"I'm tired from the morning's workout. I thought I was joining S.H.I.E.L.D., not 24-Hour Fitness," Skye grumbles after Ward gets on her case after missing a workout.
(Later in that same scene, Skye says she never wants to do another pull-up again.) "When you find yourself hanging off a building twenty stories up, you're gonna want to do at least one," - Ward.
(Still same scene.) "There will come a moment when you either commit to this, or bail. Every field agent has a defining moment. Ask Coulson. When you have to make the hard call, to either dedicate yourself to this, or to curl up in a ball and run." - Ward. "How can you run if you're curled up in a ball?" - Skye.
(On assignment tracking down some kidnappers. May drops a massive binder into Skye's arms.) "Do you want me to bench-press this?" - Skye. "Read it." - May.
(Coulson and Ward tracking one of the suspects, one of which asked who Coulson was.) "A concerned citizen. One that happens to be a member of a gigantic bureaucratic organization that's tracking your every move."
(May disapproves of Coulson's plan to go into field action.) "You forget, I've seen plenty of action with the Avengers." - Coulson. (He walks away.) "...And you died..." - May.
"Saying his name repeatedly does NOT increase his productivity!" - Simmons. "I'm in. Go." - Fitz. "Or maybe it does." - Simmons.
"Dr. Hall! Agent Coulson, we have an exit strategy." "S.H.I.E.L.D.?" "Yes, sir. Let's get you out of here." "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson, I'm right where I'm supposed to be." "I'll be honest. Our strategy did not take into consideration you saying that."
Episode Four, "Eye Spy".
"You ever rob a bank?" Coulson asks Skye. "No." "An armored car?" "Nope." "A casino?" "Should I be offended?" (He then proceeds to give her her first real assignment.)
"You broke protocol because you need a bathroom break." Ward says in disbelief. "It was a really, really long drive, and everybody's nervous!" Skye protests. (Simmons looks like she agrees, Fitz isn't sure what to think.They dig in ice chest, find water bottle, Simmons gives Skye quizzical look.) "Not the water bottle..." "That's the one!" "Did you never learn the part where girl parts and guy parts are different?!"
(They're still in the van.) "Russian TV is kind of boring," Skye complains. "That looks a bit like our van," Fitz says. (They realize they're being watched, try to escape. Skye can't reach Ward's pedals.) "Stupid tall person..."
"Meet me on the south side of the building. ASAP." Ward orders. "Gotcha," Skye answers her S.O. (To herself) "Now which way's south..?"
Episode Five, "The Girl in the Flower Dress".
"I'm not S.H.I.E.L.D. I come as a friend," Raina says creepily. "English isn't my first language, but that word means something different than what you think." Chan Ho Yin, a Chinese street magician, answers.
"If they ever let you go on leave or whatever, let me know, and I'll get us a fancy suite at....a fancy place that has suites," Skye's slimy sort-of-ex-boyfriend Miles.
"So, are you guys just going to destroy all my stuff?" Miles asks. "Yes." May responds.
"Aw, crap...they gave him a name." Coulson groans.
"His files say anything about him being homicidal?" May asks. "Not really. Just said he was kind of a tool."
"You can't save someone from themselves, sir." Ward says. "You can if you can get to 'em early enough," Coulson disagrees.
Episode Six, "F-Z-Z-T".
"Well, you can tell your physical therapist that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle! Especially for a man of your age," Simmons comments in her cheerful way. "'A man of my age'? That's something you say to an old person!" Coulson answers.
"Lose the ounce..." Fitz grumbles at Ward's exacting demands of the Night-Night pistol(which everyone insists "We are NOT calling it that!") (In growly Ward imitation) "I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could shoot the legs off a flea at five hundred yards....as long as it's not windy.'" Skye cracks up. She and Fitz talk for a bit before Simmons comes into the lab. She starts in with her own Ward imitation. "'I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky...blindfolded.'" Ward then pops back into the lab. Everyone else snickers.
"The only thing I'm afraid of is putrid flesh disturbing my pristine workspace!" Fitz defends himself after Coulson and Simmons say he's afraid of messy internal organs, etc. "Oh, not that stupid cat again! And it's our lab, Fitz, not yours!" "Are you kidding? The last time you left his liver by my lunch!" "Guys! Can we -?" Coulson nods at the dead body waiting for autopsy.
(Simmons tests mouse to see if antiserum works. Mouse immediately dies.) "Well. Now that wasn't very cooperative of him, was it?" Fitz says, watching.
FitzSimmons talking. "It wasn't Ward beside me in the lab, working to find the antidote! He wasn't the one giving me hope when I had none. It was you, Fitz. You're the hero."
Episode Seven, "The Hub".
"I made your favorite sandwich, prosciutto and Buffalo mozzarella." - Simmons. "With your homemade pesto aioli?" - Fitz asks. "Just a hint."
"...if I'm right, give me a signal by...not saying anything." - Skye finishes her plea rather lamely. "Trust the system," is all Coulson says.
"No, no...I can't be a part of your bad-girl shenanigans! I like following the rules and doing what's expected of me. It makes me feel nice." - Simmons to Skye.
"Two million rubles. We really need to work on your negotiation skills." -Ward to Fitz. "I thought they were like pesos."
"What brings you to this...restricted hallway so late at night?" Simmons asks Sitwell nervously. " "I was going to ask you the same thing." "I....was just on my way to the loo. I could swear it was two rights and a left, but I wound up here." "That's a wall panel. Why are you accessing it?" Skye instructs Simmons to act casual. "You...certainly have a gorgeous....head." Skye cannot believe her ears. More horribly and ineptly awkward flirting, Sitwell grows suspicious, and Simmons panics and tases the guy. It's probably the funniest scene all season.
"Our team can go off-book because there is a book. A Hub. You claim that you want to be a part of that, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Do you?" - Coulson. "Yes." - Skye. "Because someday, I may have to trust you with a secret, and I want you to keep it."
"This is gonna take a while..." - Fitz. "You have ten minutes." - Ward. "I thought you'd say five."
"Oh, the sandwich. How was it? Too much aioli?" - Simmons. "It was delicious." - Fitz.
FitzSimmons talking. "I pretty much saved him from a gang of Russian mobsters. And kicked a few guys' heads in. But enough mission talk already! Anything exciting happen while I was gone?" "I shot a superior officer in the chest."
"Some secrets are meant to stay secrets." - Coulson.
Episode One - "Pilot".
(Ward is surprised while retrieving a Chitauri neural link.) "Your fireplace is broken."
(After Hill asks Ward what S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for, he replies, "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.") "And what does that mean to you?" "It means somebody really wanted our initials to spell out "SHIELD". We protect the world from the much weirder world out there, and when we can't do that, we keep them safe."
(Later on in that conversation, Hill's just told Ward that Coulson will tell him why his assignment had been changed.) "Uh...yeah. I'm clearance Level Six; I know that Coulson was killed in the Battle of New York." (Coulson emerges from the shadows.) "Welcome to Level Seven," (Ward looks stunned.) "Sorry, that corner was really dark and I couldn't help myself. I think there's a bulb out."
(Coulson is referencing Hill's report on Ward's qualifications.) "Combat: top grades. Espionage she gave you the highest marks since Romanoff. Under People Skills....I think she drew a...I think it's a little poop. With knives sticking out of it." (Later.) "It was a porcupine, it was not a little poop."
(Mike Peterson is sitting in a diner when Skye rushes into his booth.) "Just act natural." "What?" "Just...pretend that we're talking." He stares at her, at a loss. "We are." "Good. 'Cause you never know who's listening." "I don't even know who's talking."
(Later in same scene.) "With great power comes....a ton of weird crap that you are not prepared to deal with!" - Skye.
(Coulson goes to May's dark oppressive office.) "Agent May-" "No. I am not going back into the field." "Yeah, you got such a nice setup here....you ever thought about adding a moat?" (Trying to convince her to come along.) "....no red tape. This is where they make the red tape, isn't it? I've always wondered."
"So, are you excited to be coming along on our Journey into Mystery?" Simmons asks cheerfully. "It's like Christmas." Ward answers, unenthused.
"Don't touch Lola!" - Coulson. (Repeated line.)
"...How will you silence us this time? How can you? The truth is in the wind. It's everywhere. You cannot stop the Rising Tide. You will not find us, you will never see our faces, but we will rise against those who shield us from the truth, and nothing, nothing, nothing can stop us in the-" (Coulson and Ward throw open the van door.) "Heyyyy." Skye smiles uneasily. "What's up?"
"Is it the girl? She's getting under your skin?" asks Coulson. "Or is it the assignment? Are you so anxious to get out of here that you'd deliberately blow an interrogation?" "Give me a minute alone with her, you'll have your answers." Ward says confidently. "She's an asset." "She is such an - Wait, asset?"
(Coulson shoots Ward with a tranquiilizer gun filled with truth serum.) "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" "No. Have you lost your mind?! You should never do that to a member of your team! And yes, it did hurt a little bit. I'm just trying to mask my pain in front of a beautiful woman because it makes me seem more masculine. This stuff works fast..."
(Debriefing.) "What are we seeing?" May wants to know. "Well, the man is angry at the other man." Fitz answers. "The data is very corrupt." Simmons tries to smooth things over. "Yeah, like Cold War Russia corrupt." Fitz adds.
"Don't EVER tell me there's no way! Get it done." - Coulson to FitzSimmons.
"Nobody's nobody, Ward." - Coulson.
"I know. I've seen giants. And that privilege cost me nearly everything. But they're not heroes because of what they have; they're heroes because of what they do with it." - Coulson to Mike.
"How about you? Thought about the offer?" Coulson asks. "Hitching a ride on the crazy plane? I'm not exactly a team player," Skye answers. "And we're not exactly a team. We're in a position to do some good, and you'd be a great help."
Episode Two, "0-8-4".
"She hacked us twice with a laptop. Imagine what she can do with our resources." says Coulson. "I am. That's exactly what I'm imagining during this frown." Ward answers.
(Coulson explaining to Skye what an 0-8-4 is.) "..The last one turned out to be pretty interesting." "And what was the last one?" "A hammer."
"Don't ever call me that." - May. (Repeated line.)
"That's classified." (Repeated line.)
"Do you need anything else before I go check on the device fueled by evil that's sitting in our cargo hold?" - Coulson.
(The team is squabbling loudly, Coulson walks into the lab.) "Do we have a problem in here?" Everyone hushes up. "No, sir. Just working on our communication." Ward replies. More squabbling, led by Skye and Ward. "Ward, you can speak six languages. Simmons, you have two PhD's in fields I can't pronounce, and Fitz - you ARE a rocket scientist. So work it out." (Coulson leaves lab.) "Um....I can do stuff, too!" - Skye.
"Really? REALLY? Six days? It took you SIX DAYS to ruin a completely renovated state-of-the-art piece of machinery and turn it into SCRAP?" - Fury scolding Coulson.
Episode Three - "The Asset".
"I'm tired from the morning's workout. I thought I was joining S.H.I.E.L.D., not 24-Hour Fitness," Skye grumbles after Ward gets on her case after missing a workout.
(Later in that same scene, Skye says she never wants to do another pull-up again.) "When you find yourself hanging off a building twenty stories up, you're gonna want to do at least one," - Ward.
(Still same scene.) "There will come a moment when you either commit to this, or bail. Every field agent has a defining moment. Ask Coulson. When you have to make the hard call, to either dedicate yourself to this, or to curl up in a ball and run." - Ward. "How can you run if you're curled up in a ball?" - Skye.
(On assignment tracking down some kidnappers. May drops a massive binder into Skye's arms.) "Do you want me to bench-press this?" - Skye. "Read it." - May.
(Coulson and Ward tracking one of the suspects, one of which asked who Coulson was.) "A concerned citizen. One that happens to be a member of a gigantic bureaucratic organization that's tracking your every move."
(May disapproves of Coulson's plan to go into field action.) "You forget, I've seen plenty of action with the Avengers." - Coulson. (He walks away.) "...And you died..." - May.
"Saying his name repeatedly does NOT increase his productivity!" - Simmons. "I'm in. Go." - Fitz. "Or maybe it does." - Simmons.
"Dr. Hall! Agent Coulson, we have an exit strategy." "S.H.I.E.L.D.?" "Yes, sir. Let's get you out of here." "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson, I'm right where I'm supposed to be." "I'll be honest. Our strategy did not take into consideration you saying that."
Episode Four, "Eye Spy".
"You ever rob a bank?" Coulson asks Skye. "No." "An armored car?" "Nope." "A casino?" "Should I be offended?" (He then proceeds to give her her first real assignment.)
"You broke protocol because you need a bathroom break." Ward says in disbelief. "It was a really, really long drive, and everybody's nervous!" Skye protests. (Simmons looks like she agrees, Fitz isn't sure what to think.They dig in ice chest, find water bottle, Simmons gives Skye quizzical look.) "Not the water bottle..." "That's the one!" "Did you never learn the part where girl parts and guy parts are different?!"
(They're still in the van.) "Russian TV is kind of boring," Skye complains. "That looks a bit like our van," Fitz says. (They realize they're being watched, try to escape. Skye can't reach Ward's pedals.) "Stupid tall person..."
"Meet me on the south side of the building. ASAP." Ward orders. "Gotcha," Skye answers her S.O. (To herself) "Now which way's south..?"
Episode Five, "The Girl in the Flower Dress".
"I'm not S.H.I.E.L.D. I come as a friend," Raina says creepily. "English isn't my first language, but that word means something different than what you think." Chan Ho Yin, a Chinese street magician, answers.
"If they ever let you go on leave or whatever, let me know, and I'll get us a fancy suite at....a fancy place that has suites," Skye's slimy sort-of-ex-boyfriend Miles.
"So, are you guys just going to destroy all my stuff?" Miles asks. "Yes." May responds.
"Aw, crap...they gave him a name." Coulson groans.
"His files say anything about him being homicidal?" May asks. "Not really. Just said he was kind of a tool."
"You can't save someone from themselves, sir." Ward says. "You can if you can get to 'em early enough," Coulson disagrees.
Episode Six, "F-Z-Z-T".
"Well, you can tell your physical therapist that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle! Especially for a man of your age," Simmons comments in her cheerful way. "'A man of my age'? That's something you say to an old person!" Coulson answers.
"Lose the ounce..." Fitz grumbles at Ward's exacting demands of the Night-Night pistol(which everyone insists "We are NOT calling it that!") (In growly Ward imitation) "I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could shoot the legs off a flea at five hundred yards....as long as it's not windy.'" Skye cracks up. She and Fitz talk for a bit before Simmons comes into the lab. She starts in with her own Ward imitation. "'I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky...blindfolded.'" Ward then pops back into the lab. Everyone else snickers.
"The only thing I'm afraid of is putrid flesh disturbing my pristine workspace!" Fitz defends himself after Coulson and Simmons say he's afraid of messy internal organs, etc. "Oh, not that stupid cat again! And it's our lab, Fitz, not yours!" "Are you kidding? The last time you left his liver by my lunch!" "Guys! Can we -?" Coulson nods at the dead body waiting for autopsy.
(Simmons tests mouse to see if antiserum works. Mouse immediately dies.) "Well. Now that wasn't very cooperative of him, was it?" Fitz says, watching.
FitzSimmons talking. "It wasn't Ward beside me in the lab, working to find the antidote! He wasn't the one giving me hope when I had none. It was you, Fitz. You're the hero."
Episode Seven, "The Hub".
"I made your favorite sandwich, prosciutto and Buffalo mozzarella." - Simmons. "With your homemade pesto aioli?" - Fitz asks. "Just a hint."
"...if I'm right, give me a signal by...not saying anything." - Skye finishes her plea rather lamely. "Trust the system," is all Coulson says.
"No, no...I can't be a part of your bad-girl shenanigans! I like following the rules and doing what's expected of me. It makes me feel nice." - Simmons to Skye.
"Two million rubles. We really need to work on your negotiation skills." -Ward to Fitz. "I thought they were like pesos."
"What brings you to this...restricted hallway so late at night?" Simmons asks Sitwell nervously. " "I was going to ask you the same thing." "I....was just on my way to the loo. I could swear it was two rights and a left, but I wound up here." "That's a wall panel. Why are you accessing it?" Skye instructs Simmons to act casual. "You...certainly have a gorgeous....head." Skye cannot believe her ears. More horribly and ineptly awkward flirting, Sitwell grows suspicious, and Simmons panics and tases the guy. It's probably the funniest scene all season.
"Our team can go off-book because there is a book. A Hub. You claim that you want to be a part of that, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Do you?" - Coulson. "Yes." - Skye. "Because someday, I may have to trust you with a secret, and I want you to keep it."
"This is gonna take a while..." - Fitz. "You have ten minutes." - Ward. "I thought you'd say five."
"Oh, the sandwich. How was it? Too much aioli?" - Simmons. "It was delicious." - Fitz.
FitzSimmons talking. "I pretty much saved him from a gang of Russian mobsters. And kicked a few guys' heads in. But enough mission talk already! Anything exciting happen while I was gone?" "I shot a superior officer in the chest."
"Some secrets are meant to stay secrets." - Coulson.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Two Down, Fourteen Left
That title sounds like directions. And in that context, the directions would be something like two down, four rights and two lefts. Or maybe it's some combination of rights and lefts. Anyway, the title refers to weeks left in the second half of junior year. (My lack-of-internal-spatial-compass is well-documented here and here. And this seems like it should count, too...)
Swamped under with homework this weekend, three time-intensive projects all due Monday. So there's been a lot of playing Garth Brooks and Kenny Chesney CDs to work by. Keeping up with the Thunder as I can.
Went home for a bit last weekend; the best part was when I looked into the family room at the furniture rearrangement, Rags spotted me, meowed hello and ran up the stairs to greet me. With the water pipes busting during the cold spell a few weeks ago, the carpet in the GBC auditorium had to be replaced. So it was missing during Sunday's service; which felt familiar and welcoming. Though I never could decide whether it felt like meeting at the warehouse during the 2008 remodel, like the family room after a flood but before we stained the concrete, or like the SGYC tabernacle.
About six months until everybody heads that way again...I hope I can be there, but it's too early to know.
Haven't really had much of a chance to play guitar much, and what time I have had has sounded uncertain and nervous, which doesn't work that well as motivation. Maybe I should learn some new songs, or try writing some.
Something I've been trying to figure out: Is it worse to read a book that's been written at instead of to the reader, or is it worse reading a book by someone who can't write? Being written or spoken at feels very demeaning as a person. (Most textbooks are flagrantly written in this style.) I suffered through Kate Chopin's book The Awakening since it's the book we'll be discussing for one of my classes next week. She was a deeply unhappy, very angry and frustrated New Age feminist with a meager amount of talent, who occasionally wrote a nice phrase or sentence almost by accident, only to realize what she'd just done and erase it with two atrocious sentences to end the paragraph. (My opinion.) She was a single mother in the 1890's, though; and writing mostly short stories was about her only way to stay afloat. (That's a fact.) But her writing is just so....vulgar. And I mean that in the original Latin sense of commonness. There was nothing extraordinary about it, except maybe the incomprehensibility of the (frequent) abstract tangents she goes off on. And I really don't care much about a married woman having an affair and committing suicide when the man she wants won't run away with her. And it's set in Louisiana; and I don't know French. So that was another downside.
And a lot of this distaste is probably intensified by having just finished Jane Austen's Sense and Sensiblility for the third(?) time right before it. The books share some character types in common, which will probably be the topic of a future essay, but Austen was intelligent and snarky, with a moral compass, and while she didn't care much for all of society's conventions, she accepted that they were there for a reason. Chopin just wanted to smash everything that could be worthwhile because of her wretchedness, like Oscar Wilde and H.G. Wells. G.K. Chesterton speaks much of her kind of people in his Orthodoxy.
Managed to turn watching Space Jam into research for a homework project in Creative Writing, that was kinda neat. (I like exploiting those loopholes."Said in Calvin voice") And also some reruns of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Agent Carter. Planning on trying to go through the Mighty Ducks trilogy soonish. And really need to watch Pixar movies for inspiration and admiration purposes. (Which I don't have on DVD, and they aren't on Netflix. But that's what you rent them on Amazon for.)
Swamped under with homework this weekend, three time-intensive projects all due Monday. So there's been a lot of playing Garth Brooks and Kenny Chesney CDs to work by. Keeping up with the Thunder as I can.
Went home for a bit last weekend; the best part was when I looked into the family room at the furniture rearrangement, Rags spotted me, meowed hello and ran up the stairs to greet me. With the water pipes busting during the cold spell a few weeks ago, the carpet in the GBC auditorium had to be replaced. So it was missing during Sunday's service; which felt familiar and welcoming. Though I never could decide whether it felt like meeting at the warehouse during the 2008 remodel, like the family room after a flood but before we stained the concrete, or like the SGYC tabernacle.
About six months until everybody heads that way again...I hope I can be there, but it's too early to know.
Haven't really had much of a chance to play guitar much, and what time I have had has sounded uncertain and nervous, which doesn't work that well as motivation. Maybe I should learn some new songs, or try writing some.
Something I've been trying to figure out: Is it worse to read a book that's been written at instead of to the reader, or is it worse reading a book by someone who can't write? Being written or spoken at feels very demeaning as a person. (Most textbooks are flagrantly written in this style.) I suffered through Kate Chopin's book The Awakening since it's the book we'll be discussing for one of my classes next week. She was a deeply unhappy, very angry and frustrated New Age feminist with a meager amount of talent, who occasionally wrote a nice phrase or sentence almost by accident, only to realize what she'd just done and erase it with two atrocious sentences to end the paragraph. (My opinion.) She was a single mother in the 1890's, though; and writing mostly short stories was about her only way to stay afloat. (That's a fact.) But her writing is just so....vulgar. And I mean that in the original Latin sense of commonness. There was nothing extraordinary about it, except maybe the incomprehensibility of the (frequent) abstract tangents she goes off on. And I really don't care much about a married woman having an affair and committing suicide when the man she wants won't run away with her. And it's set in Louisiana; and I don't know French. So that was another downside.
And a lot of this distaste is probably intensified by having just finished Jane Austen's Sense and Sensiblility for the third(?) time right before it. The books share some character types in common, which will probably be the topic of a future essay, but Austen was intelligent and snarky, with a moral compass, and while she didn't care much for all of society's conventions, she accepted that they were there for a reason. Chopin just wanted to smash everything that could be worthwhile because of her wretchedness, like Oscar Wilde and H.G. Wells. G.K. Chesterton speaks much of her kind of people in his Orthodoxy.
Managed to turn watching Space Jam into research for a homework project in Creative Writing, that was kinda neat. (I like exploiting those loopholes."Said in Calvin voice") And also some reruns of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Agent Carter. Planning on trying to go through the Mighty Ducks trilogy soonish. And really need to watch Pixar movies for inspiration and admiration purposes. (Which I don't have on DVD, and they aren't on Netflix. But that's what you rent them on Amazon for.)
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Rogers State Report
This has been an incredibly long week. Like, I woke up this morning and figured up what day it was, and I thought, "It's only WEDNESDAY?"
Some of that might be the headache I've had since yesterday morning. And probably a lot of it is panic from the onslaught of switching completely from one environment to another. It kind of reminds me of how the hoboes would leap onto the trains as they were moving out of the station during the Great Depression. That's about what classes have felt like so far, three days in. The level of knowledge and expertise on everything feels miles and miles ahead of wherever I am right now. And that's really scary, running to catch up to the train everybody else is on.
And, fittingly, I suppose, since I'm (I guess?) a Hillcat now, my nerves have been on a feline edge all the time. Especially at night. There's lots of unexpected intruding noises at random times, so my fur stays bristled and ears and whiskers are on high-alert swivel. And I've done that asleep-to-flying-toward-potential-threat-awake thing three to four times a night. Some of that is just not being used to the patterns of neighbors walking through the hallway and slamming doors, and some of it is an instinctual reaction to smells when the heater has been on too long. Oh, yeah, there's a thermostat in my apartment-dorm, which is nice. If I could just figure out how to work it properly...
It's MUCH better than Ross. (But then again, anything would be.) Except you can't complain about the horrible conditions to the other people in the building you know, and so the natural tight-knit community aspect isn't there, because there really isn't much wrong with the housing conditions. Really the only thing I can think of off the top of my head is that six reflective surfaces in three rooms is too many.
And there's the fact that the higher elevation there is, the more wind is likely to be blowing there. And that... in Tahlequah I got used to cold weather. (Which doesn't mean I exactly like it now, but I can live with it.) But wind is a different story. I'm a very small-sized person, and if it's strong enough, wind will actually move me from one place to another. (I know this from experience.) Besides, wind is bitingly cold, and that's worse, because it's harder to fight and there isn't really a good way to keep warm. (See Hans Christian Andersen's "Little Match Girl", for example.)
Folks seem polite, which is nice, I guess. And the dining hall is more cheerfully-designed and seems more professional than the NSU caf. Haven't met anybody yet, but I didn't expect to right off, that takes a long time.
I think I may have finally figured out why Timothy was prey to "stomach troubles and frequent illnesses", according to Paul in 1 Timothy 5:23. (I've always wondered what he suffered from, and why he was often sick, and why was this detail included in the Bible?) Timothy probably was daily overwhelmed and unbearably tense from the stresses that come from trying to do everything it took to run a church adequately. And from what little we know, he was an only child(no siblings are mentioned), and only children(even more than oldests) are very hard on themselves, striving for excellence in all they attempt. And so he probably would have interpreted "adequately" as "perfectly", which is probably impossible. And then the fact that it's an act of service for the Lord, that probably added to the intensity and strife, so.... This could be way off-base, but it seems like a reasonable conclusion that comes while dealing with a lot of terrifying homework, a massive headache, upset stomach and slight nausea. And being an oldest.
Anyway, that's about it.... the NSU BCM gang is pulling everything together for spring, and while I had the TV on the first half of the College Football Playoff title game(to catch the new Age of Ultron preview), I missed the preview, didn't really care about the game itself, and then Ohio State beat Oregon. Brad Paisley and DC Talk make for a good soundtrack to study by.
Some of that might be the headache I've had since yesterday morning. And probably a lot of it is panic from the onslaught of switching completely from one environment to another. It kind of reminds me of how the hoboes would leap onto the trains as they were moving out of the station during the Great Depression. That's about what classes have felt like so far, three days in. The level of knowledge and expertise on everything feels miles and miles ahead of wherever I am right now. And that's really scary, running to catch up to the train everybody else is on.
And, fittingly, I suppose, since I'm (I guess?) a Hillcat now, my nerves have been on a feline edge all the time. Especially at night. There's lots of unexpected intruding noises at random times, so my fur stays bristled and ears and whiskers are on high-alert swivel. And I've done that asleep-to-flying-toward-potential-threat-awake thing three to four times a night. Some of that is just not being used to the patterns of neighbors walking through the hallway and slamming doors, and some of it is an instinctual reaction to smells when the heater has been on too long. Oh, yeah, there's a thermostat in my apartment-dorm, which is nice. If I could just figure out how to work it properly...
It's MUCH better than Ross. (But then again, anything would be.) Except you can't complain about the horrible conditions to the other people in the building you know, and so the natural tight-knit community aspect isn't there, because there really isn't much wrong with the housing conditions. Really the only thing I can think of off the top of my head is that six reflective surfaces in three rooms is too many.
And there's the fact that the higher elevation there is, the more wind is likely to be blowing there. And that... in Tahlequah I got used to cold weather. (Which doesn't mean I exactly like it now, but I can live with it.) But wind is a different story. I'm a very small-sized person, and if it's strong enough, wind will actually move me from one place to another. (I know this from experience.) Besides, wind is bitingly cold, and that's worse, because it's harder to fight and there isn't really a good way to keep warm. (See Hans Christian Andersen's "Little Match Girl", for example.)
Folks seem polite, which is nice, I guess. And the dining hall is more cheerfully-designed and seems more professional than the NSU caf. Haven't met anybody yet, but I didn't expect to right off, that takes a long time.
I think I may have finally figured out why Timothy was prey to "stomach troubles and frequent illnesses", according to Paul in 1 Timothy 5:23. (I've always wondered what he suffered from, and why he was often sick, and why was this detail included in the Bible?) Timothy probably was daily overwhelmed and unbearably tense from the stresses that come from trying to do everything it took to run a church adequately. And from what little we know, he was an only child(no siblings are mentioned), and only children(even more than oldests) are very hard on themselves, striving for excellence in all they attempt. And so he probably would have interpreted "adequately" as "perfectly", which is probably impossible. And then the fact that it's an act of service for the Lord, that probably added to the intensity and strife, so.... This could be way off-base, but it seems like a reasonable conclusion that comes while dealing with a lot of terrifying homework, a massive headache, upset stomach and slight nausea. And being an oldest.
Anyway, that's about it.... the NSU BCM gang is pulling everything together for spring, and while I had the TV on the first half of the College Football Playoff title game(to catch the new Age of Ultron preview), I missed the preview, didn't really care about the game itself, and then Ohio State beat Oregon. Brad Paisley and DC Talk make for a good soundtrack to study by.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Meowsings
"Here I am in my new apartment/In a big city, they just dropped me off..."
Okay, so Claremore isn't that big a place. But the "Never Grow Up" quote fit nicely.
So here's my class schedule for this semester: Advanced Broadcasting, Interpersonal Communication, Media Law, The Novel and Creative Writing, 15 hours, nine towards my major(Communications - Radio/TV) and six towards my minor(Liberal Arts - English). It added up to something like seventeen for-school books to get. Amazon is very useful for things like that.
I'll try to take some pictures around here soon. For now studying(what else is there to do?) with a Taylor Swift and Owl City soundtrack so far.
Okay, so Claremore isn't that big a place. But the "Never Grow Up" quote fit nicely.
So here's my class schedule for this semester: Advanced Broadcasting, Interpersonal Communication, Media Law, The Novel and Creative Writing, 15 hours, nine towards my major(Communications - Radio/TV) and six towards my minor(Liberal Arts - English). It added up to something like seventeen for-school books to get. Amazon is very useful for things like that.
I'll try to take some pictures around here soon. For now studying(what else is there to do?) with a Taylor Swift and Owl City soundtrack so far.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Welcome Back To The Future
Welp, the first week of 2015 passed without my writing anything. So....yeah. Anyway....
Welcome to the future, y'all. Wait a minute...
It's THE FUTURE. Like, seriously. Great Scott, that's heavy. The Cubs will win the World Series this year! And we'll have self-lacing shoes. And flying cars like Lola will be totally commonplace.(But you still can't touch her.) And there's hoverboards. (OK, maybe not hoverboards.)
Okay, so I couldn't resist tossing an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. reference in there. It's on a break at a wonderful cliffhanger, so we get to hop into our DeLoreans and go back to 1946 to witness some of Agent Carter's adventures. The TV was pretty dark, so I couldn't see what was happening very well, but the first two episodes were enjoyable. Not as great as S.H.I.E.L.D. or the movies, but fits the era well as a light-hearted adventure tale for the serial before the movie starts.
Rags isn't too happy with this "back to college" plan. Neither are the other cats. Or Trevor.
We went over to Tahlequah last Saturday to haul wood for Grandpa, it was good to see them. Harry and Louise dropped by, so it was nice to visit with them, too.
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