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The candle turned out to need a lot more coddling than I thought. A lot of propping up the wick with scissors was required to keep it out of the wax.

But you know, I think I might even miss it when it's gone.

My sister has asked my mum if she'll consider babysitting sometimes, so she can have some time to herself. My mum is sort of considering whether she'd rather go to my sister's for it, or have the kids over here. Apparently my sister is a lot better at the moment. Idk, I feel like it's my mum that needs the break, if anyone, and it'd be a bit much if my sister wants my parents to watch the kids every Saturday, or something. But we'll see if it improves things.

I keep catching snippets of Emmerdale and Coronation Street when I'm downstairs. They still seem to be focusing a lot on storylines that annoy me. Either taking some storylines super-seriously, or casually ignoring massive leaps of logic in others. Legit, who would be upset with someone who tried to kill Ken? Tried to end his tyranny? I could almost be interested if Daniel was allowed to be Random Academic Maniac, but no, he has to suffer, rather than be given a medal. It's bullshit.
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I've seen my first bit of Coronation Street for a few months tonight. Billy and Todd can still fuck off. I don't know if I'm going to get back into it anytime soon though. I wish I could, but it just feels like too much of a commitment at the moment.
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Billy tried to counsel David, and I'm incredibly surprised a spew of hellfire didn't just hit him in the face.

Meanwhile, David is probably going to wear that blood-stained jacket for the rest of his life.

He only just buried Tina, and no-one's mentioning that, and I feel like they should.
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lkjkhjkjhk. I have things to say, but no real drive to make a proper post about them.

I went to the Jobcentre today, to try to get on Jobseeker's Allowance. Time is moving on, and if I ever want to be able to afford another video game again I'm going to need to get a job, or at least be on benefits. I walked into town today to go into the Jobcentre, and they told me I needed to call the Jobcentre phone line and apply on there. I came home, called the phone line, and they said I needed to apply online, unless I don't have internet access. So. As soon as I'm done doing a virus scan, so I can feel secure about typing out my personal details, I'll get right on that. Unless they tell there's somewhere else I need to apply.

My cat is poorly. A little bit poorly. Last night she came in and was just sort of laid in the corner of the room, and when my parents tried to move her into the garage so they could go to bed, she was walking funny. She was a lot brighter this morning, meowing at me to stroke her, but she was obviously still walking oddly, and not even attempting to jump up onto anything. She's probably just had a bit of a knock and is fine, or will be with a bit of rest, but I'm worrying about her, especially when she wanders off on her own. Mum also pointed out we're going on holiday next week, and she'll be on her own mostly that week as well. Which mostly just reminded me that holiday is coming up. And just - eh. When I think about going on holiday, to Flamborough, and having a week by the seaside and a bit of a break from computer games, I'm really looking forward to it. When I think about going for a week to the seaside with my three nephews, I just feel exhausted. A part of me would be thrilled if my parents just suddenly announced they were taking my sister instead of me, and I could stay home and have my own little holiday in the house, by myself. I'm sure it'll be fine. The fact is, if they took my sister, it'd mean more work for them - or at least more arguments, and probably less help. And if I just didn't go, it would definitely mean more work for them, and they'd be outnumbered. It's just - hard to think of it as a holiday, when I know it'll just be childcare and refereeing my nephew's fights for a week. Also, we'll be going in my mum's big car, because you can rearrange it so it has seven seats. Said big car has been all over the news, because apparently a bunch of them are defective and burst into flames for no reason, and they have to take ours in to have it checked in August, after the holiday. And the last time we went on holiday, they realised there was no room in that car for all the luggage AND the seven seats, so I had to go on the train. So. There's those cheery facts.

I went to see Ghostbusters again at the weekend. A part of me wants to go see every week until I am sick of it, or until it's out of cinemas - but another part of me doesn't really want to be sick of it. I still love it. I love almost everything about it. I love that it is a genuinely good film, with a plot that moves along, and characters that are coherent from beginning to end. I love the way they made it attractive to kids without making it awful for adults, and how colourful it is. I love Erin. I love that she had a proper hero moment, of running into city streets where a disaster was happening, while everyone else was running away. Chris Hemsworth - is not the best thing in the film - but I love how he just resisted the urge to go full Thor. He must have had so much fun. I love that they made the bad guy a proper bad guy, and they it clear he hated people, and wasn't just lonely. I love "don't compare me to the mayor in Jaws". A lot. It's a shame that they often went the Sassy Black Woman route with Patty. And that whole scene where she held Holtzmann up one-handed, when she was only one storey up and could have happily jumped to the floor, and run back up the stairs to help with the fight. But I still loved her. And they actually gave her a character and background and stuff. Hopefully they'll do even better with her, or more character stuff, in the sequel, which I am hoping there will be. I WANT TO BUY EVERYTHING TO DO WITH GHOSTBUSTERS. All the lego toys.

Coronation Street )
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I went to Fairburn Ings today with my mum and YN, which is our local RSPB reserve. It wasn't as sunny as it had been, but it also wasn't as insanely hot, and it was pretty nice, other than my nephew getting bored and being a little bastard. Also I bought some hedgehog food and have decided to start leaving some out, since we might have some in the area. I've decided not to tell my dad about this until it's established and the hedgehogs expect the food and there's nothing that can be done. Also I bought a bug/bee house, which came with some free wildflower seeds for your garden. I might try to figure out how to put those up also without dad noticing.

I had my ESA assessment the other week. It was late, as usual. They told me when I got in that I might be waiting at least half an hour, and I ended up waiting an hour. They offered me another appointment, and I could have taken it and just gotten paid for another few weeks probably - but I figured why bother, when that appointment would probably be late too, and I don't really want to be stuck in an endless loop. So I bit the bullet and waited for it. It went about how I expected. The lady was a little humourless, and I tried to be as honest as possible when answering the questions, while still making clear the problems I do have. She said it might take a couple of weeks, and I'd be paid until then - I got a call yesterday of somebody telling me the decision, and offering to talk me through it. I got 0 points, as usual, but it's not so bad this time. And certainly not unexpected. And it was nice to get a call I guess, rather than just the report. Happily, I was due a payment yesterday, and the guy said that had gone through, so I got a last payment at least, to tide me over. But I am officially off ESA now. I can appeal, of course, but I won't, I don't even feel like it anymore. So I'm going to need to go on Jobseeker's pretty shortly. Or find a job. Ideally, get a job either way.

I think I'm going to have to leave Tumblr, at least for a little bit. It's a shame because it's where fandom is at the moment, but the way it happens I just feel like I'm having arguments constantly. Without even saying anything. Of course, being in video game fandom feels like that anyway. People are going to need to learn the difference between sex, sexy and sexualised, or I'm going to start screaming. And all the Ghostbusters crap hasn't been fun. On the plus side, we got a great film out of it. On the minus side, every time I think I'm a horrible bitter person who hates the world, something terrible happens and I realise that I'm actually an incredible optimist. Which is to say that terrible things are happening to Leslie Jones at the moment, especially on twitter, because people are cunts. If any of you feel like doing anything to support her, that would probably be much appreciated right now.

Also I stopped playing The Witcher 3 and went back to Fallout 4. I'm so happy.

Emmerdale is swinging back and forth between moments of massive hilarity and extreme annoyance, dotted with the occasional moment of incredible beauty, right now. But on Coronation Street, they might finally make true the fact that David probably has PTSD. I loved Sarah wanting to look after him so much. I just want her to make him lie down on a bed with her, and put her arms round him and kiss his hair. I forget that he's the youngest sometimes.
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Work at my sister's new house has commenced. Her partner - who is a professional kitchen fitter - has so far put a perfectly good oven with ceramic hobs in the skip outside, and taken a cupboard off the wall and dropped it, taking a chunk out of either the floor or door. I suspect my dad may kill him before this is all over.

I have seen a teaser for Coronation Street in July, and now I'm incredibly worried for David.
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I had an interesting weekend. We had a fire on my street. Which is really a cul-de-sac. I came down at 12.30 on Friday night - way too late to be up when I had to go to the Hospice the next day anyway - and my parents weren't downstairs, so I went into our garage and saw an orange glow and a huge plume of smoke. The engine block in our neighbour's car had set on fire, about half an hour after he'd come back home in it. Which is apparently a thing that can happen. Honestly, it was like a bonfire. Then we heard bangs, which I guess was the tire blowing, because when the smoke clear the car was all lopsided. So we all stood outside on the street waiting for the fire engine to turn up. Once it did it was all over pretty quickly, and thankfully not much else got damaged than the car. Their gutters are a little bit melted, and the plants of the neighbour next to them are a little bit singed, but somehow the car beside the other one on the driveway came out completely unscathed. The car that was on fire is completely fucked though. Like, the front is melted. Presumably they're getting that replaced pretty soon.

Then over the weekend I got a little sad. I asked mum and dad when they thought I'd be getting the money back that I lent them for the house. I'd already asked dad a few days before, and he got angry at me for asking. And the answer on Saturday was basically 'not any time soon'. They really went down to the wire to buy that house, and - as I suspected - the money going to my sister isn't stopping any time soon. Apparently she needs a new kitchen in the new house, and my parents are planning to pay for it. So that's about £2,500. So. Yeah. I mean, the terms were not clear for the repayment of the money, when my mum got me out of bed asking whether it would even be possible for me to transfer them the money, because they needed it by half past midday. But I really felt like it was meant to be a short-term, 'hand us the money and when we're paid in a few days we'll hand it back' kind of thing. Instead I'm left feeling like my dad just figured my savings account was a piggy bank he could raid. I think I got my point across that I'd been expecting the money back soon, and that it wasn't nothing to me to have it, just because I wasn't spending it. I liked having that security, and a little independence from my parents, too. Also probably got across what a risky venture I think buying my sister a house is, if it's going to take them down to the wire. Dad got annoyed at me again, and we were family, and families just do for each other. But I think I got how I felt across. Mum was talking about transferring some money over this week, and paying me back £500 for starters. So we'll see. Mostly I just wish they'd never asked me. That they'd never had to ask me. I wish I was just out of it, and it was between them and my sister. You know, no-one even thanked me for the money. I had to remind mum she might do that, after running around for her transferring things all morning, and dad asked me where the other thousand I had was. And my sister - blah.

Other than that, I haven't really had much to talk about, other than my ongoing perplexed feelings about The Witcher. It's such an odd game. I'm enjoying it, and I'm way more interested now in the story than I was, but it's such a slog. And the way everyone talked about it, I was really expecting kind of a masterpiece, but the story's quite trashy really. Lots of swooning, skinny sorceresses with their tits out, 'which one will he choose?' and etc. Mostly I'm doing what I do with most stories that kind of bore me, and imagining the kind of story I'd be writing. About a spectre king, and the gutter-rat mutated into a monster-slayer for hire, who keeps vaguely tailing him and foiling his plans. I'm enjoying that story.

And I've been catching up on Coronation Street. The football really threw me, and all those random hour-long episodes. But oh my God. David.
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Well, so I stayed up last night to watch the Bethesda conference. At my mum's suggestion, I decided to set my alarm for 3am and try to have little nap beforehand. Except it turned out, having '3' stuck in my head, I'd set the alarm for 3.45, not 2.45. So I ended up waking up about quarter to 4. I got up and tried to watch the rest of it. Things were going well, until I tried to make the video fullscreen, and my entire computer froze and I had to shut it down. When I turned it back on, it went straight back to the livestream, where I'd left off. Then it froze again - but only on the embedded video, I hadn't made it fullscreen, so I was able to reload the page. But that actually took me back to the beginning of the video, 2 hours before, for half an hour of an 'it's coming' page and then another half hour of pre-show. But I managed to skip through it, and got to watch the whole conference. It turned out it had been delayed by about 15 minutes, so I hadn't even missed as much of it as I'd thought. But overall, it meant I ended up staying up till 5am to watch it, rather than 4am.

Think I'm just gonna stay up to watch the Sony one at 2am tonight.



What an array of unlikeable people we had onscreen last night.

Coronation Street

What the actual fuck, Corrie?

Billy and Todd have no chemistry. Billy doesn't even look at him. What the fuck?


Jun. 10th, 2016 08:22 pm
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Tonight's Emmerdale )

Also, I'm not thrilled with what Coronation Street are doing with Billy and Todd. Why wouldn't Billy just tell Sean about his brother? I was assuming the guy was a prostitute he slept with, when he was all worried about keeping his sexuality a secret, and he didn't think Sean would understand. You would tell someone you loved about an awful brother. Also, I think Todd and Billy work great as friends, with opposing sets of morals, and it seems like they're going to try to put something sexual in there, and ugh. Or just make Sean jealous, to throw a spanner in his and Billy's relationship. Or have things come out about the Platts and Callum, I guess. But it's annoying. I was really happy when Billy and Sean got together, and Sean got a nice boyfriend and a storyline of his own. And now it's just suddenly all about Todd. Ugh.
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It was bizarre seeing Todd and Billy wandering around like the Grey Patrol tonight. Also, why would Steve and Michelle ever ever try to encourage Amy to go back and live with Tracy? Ever ever?

ETA: "I'll ruin your life" was pretty good though.
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Everyone is watching David's back. His back is pretty good.

(Gary seemed to be particularly watching it).
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David has weird, wizened hands, which I've never noticed before.

On the other hand he does wear a wedding ring, which I've recently realised my dad doesn't, and never has since I was born.
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I keep falling a little behind with Coronation Street, because the 9 o'clock thing and avoiding Britain's Got Talent is kind of throwing me off. But Carla is beautiful, and David vs Robert is probably my favourite thing.
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My dad thinks the thermostat on our new boiler isn't working, and it's so hot in our house. SO HOT.

Coronation Street

It's nice that Johnny kidnapped Tracy, genuinely. But he could have killed her. I'm just saying. No-one would have judged.

Injustice of the day: I finally went out and got a Magnum Double Caramel today, as I do every summer when it's warm enough. But magnum have both made them smaller - way smaller than the 'Magnum Classic', which they're still selling - and made them more expensive. I'm pretty sure they used to be £1.60, and now they and the Magnum Classic are £1.99. Unfortunately, they're still delicious, so I'm probably still going to buy them. But way less often than I used to! Take that, magnum.

Feminist injustice of the day: I was coming home on the bus, and saw an advert on another bus for something called Well Woman. For a minute I thought it was to do with the Well Women's Centre, but then realised it was an advert for a supplement, the "No 1 Women's Supplement". And it occurred to me that I'd never seen an advert for a men's supplement. And I have to wonder exactly what is supposed to be so broken and insufficient about women's bodies that they need supplements to fix it. I also saw an Actimel advert tonight, and realised I've never seen an Actimel advert starring a man. Adverts are shit.
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How is Sharif so attractive, so impossibly attractive?

David is the literal best.
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