Last night was odd confluence thematically between shows. We started with watching Rookie, which swings wildly between serious episode of the week and farce, but generally requires little brain power.

The focus of the episode was...
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Then we switched over to the latest Dr. Who, Lucky Day, which featured...

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After multiple Who episodes I really enjoyed, that combination left me feeling sadder than I want right before bed.

Thankfully, going back to the ST: Lower Decks S3 finale was the right level of Mariner chaos energy for good and her family (actual and chosen) doing what it takes to help her. Really, I just wish that show had gone on for a decade so I'd have a larger vault of I need a dose of pickme up fiction stat.

Sometimes I think normie fiction should come with fanfic type tags. So double downs like that don't happen. But so it goes.

 A lovely May the 4th afternoon and evening watch of Tales of the Underworld, and this week's Andor resulted in dreams of...

being a Rebel visiting a somewhat derelict resort. Alas, I was distracted from my mission by needing to rescue a kitten (in no way resembling the kittens that were also played with earlier in the day). I brought said kitten to my hotel room where it turned out actually to be a mountain lion. This being a bit of a problem, I needed to let the resort know so no one tried to go into the increasingly trashed room as mountain lion let it be known that it would like to be outside eating deer now. 

Alas, there were huge lines to talk to the resort staff because of a massive financial crash due to the Empire's increasingly erratic use of GDP to you know, destroy planets, which fuel the GDP. Runs on banks, chaos, and a huge line. Being a polite rebel, I stood in the line for a bit, but was then reminded that I did have a mission and just put a sign on the door of my room that there was a mountain lion inside. Something, something mission. 

Let's see what else.

Friday - saw Thunderbolts. Charming movie. Neither the best nor the worst of Marvel. A good bit of escapism with strong character arcs for damaged/depressed people dealing with the horrors.

We held a surprise -- as in it was a surprise we were holding it -- birthday party for a friend after previous location became unavailable due to illness. A small amount of prep and huzah, fun party with friends in our lovely backyard. And thankfully the offset umbrella that we've had for a decade plus waited until the end of the party to snap on a key portion. However, thankfully, it's also mass disposal day in the next city over so we visited a friend, deposted the now ex-umprella in front of their house / unless someone more into fixing things chooses to do something with it. This is actually a thing and we also spend early May 4th driving around to see if there was any other people's garbage is our treasure. 

Even the Trump horrors were a least amusing being that his team put out a May 4th picture, and unknowningly had AI-horror-Trump holding a red light saber, so...Palpatine much? Also, he wants to reopen Alcatraz as a prison, which...it's in the middle of a salt water bay and has no source of water. It was closed because salt water is massively corrosive over time and it's not like they used ancient roman techniques to say build the thing. The thinking is Escape from Alcatraz aired on tv earlier in the day, soooo....sure. 

Plenty of the other persisting horrors and my voice still hasn't recovered from the May 1 protest I attended, but at least the kittens are not actually mountain lions.

On the writing front, a couple of readers were working their way through a massive fic series I wrote in 2018, which had me re-reading it and deciding...okay, look it's a Sherlock/Star Trek Kelvinverse fusion in which Cumber-Khan isn't Montal-Khan. There was more than one Khan (it's a title) and dammit I'm going to explain the Breen. Also, A/B/O. I drew on elements from all (at the time) series, and there were a bunch of ST:TOS stories I referenced, but didn't include: Roman planet, mob planet, etc. So I could have decided to write a short story set on one of those. Nope. There's also a mirror verse-ish entry. Which I spontaneously decided to re-jigger, and explain how the characters got there because writing about a fall into totalitariansm is where my head is at. In the course of 2 weeks, I wrote 40k words. Though, I'm not allowing myself to get up at 5am and write because that was causing me to wake up at 3am and go...time to write now?

Now then, off to write.