Imaginary Gardens

marika_kailaya

Sometimes bad guys are the only good guys you get.

mangacrack

For your soul I flew to hell alone.

• Yesterday I saw the most hilarious sight. I almost wished I'd had my camera, but then I doubt I would've been allowed to take one, or would've had the guts to do so. On my way to and from work, I pass by a mysterious corner with a permanent jeep and two soldiers in camouflage with bullet-proof vests and rifles. They're always there and they won't say why. Yesterday, waiting to cross the street at that very corner, was a pudgy man with black glasses and a camouflage shir. Oh, the ironic contrast!


• I've watched more guest-starring-Mark-Sheppard Battlestar Galactica episodes and okay, I'll admit I like the show. Not all the time, but I really like Lee Adama and Patchy - sorry, Saul Tigh - as well as Cylon Six and Gaius. I particularly enjoyed the courtroom episodes that ended season 3.


• That last may have something to do with the fact that I love it when Mark Sheppard's characters shout. So far as I can remember, they all have, and man, he roars and it's adorable. And awesome. He'll hunker down and his face'll just do a perfect angry-O-with-scrunchy-eyebrows. Oh, the squee.


• But most of all I love Romo Lampkin. This is not just because of who his face is. The writing, the character's history and psychology, I just... The tiny little detail about him taking care of his ex-wife's cat, which he claims he hates but loses his shit over when it dies, and the story of how he lost his wife, whom just a few episodes before he'd given this whole gorgeous speech about how much he hurt without her... I love this character and all his lying, theiving flaws. He's a person.


• It is hot. It is very hot. It is over 37 degrees hot. It is does-not-go-below-thirty-in-my-room-at-night hot. It is oh-gods-this-headache-is-kililng-me hot. It is I-will-rub-this-wet-rag-over-me-forever hot. *melts*

It's better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there -Sneebs

• I finally watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica, which I've been meaning to watch in full for ages. Obviously it was a Mark Sheppard episode - 3x18, "The Son Also Rises" - and he was basically the reason I watched it. And, it turns out, the only reason I liked it.
  
  Sure, I was jumping smack in the middle of the third season with only a basic knowledge of the whole series' storyline, but I didn't enjoy it because I got lost. And it wasn't because I didn't feel for the characters, because I did, for some, even without knowing their life history. I don't know, I think it was just all the politics and intrigue and all that type of happenings that made me not like it, because I've figured out that that is just not my genre. Thrillers and spies and politics - even if they are in space! - just isn't my thing.
  
  But that said, it really is a good show. Good pacing, good look, excellent writing. And by that I mean I absolutely adored all of Romo Lampkin [Mark Sheppard]'s speeches. His character had a slight Irish lilt to it, which was charming once I actually figured out what accent it was I was hearing - because previous to that I was just all ears going, "What? What accent is that? Where is that from? Is that, what?"
  
  I actually had to extract some of his speeches and made them into MP3s (wanna listen?) because I just loved them so much. Mark, damnit, do audiobooks.
  
  So in sum, I'll be watching more BSG, but only the kind with Mark Sheppard in it, until and if I get hooked on it and want to watch the whole thing.
  
  Oh, and on a completely different not, the president? Couldn't keep her apart from Doctor Who's Sarah Jane Smith in my head. I'm okay with that.


• The newspaper did an article on prostitution zones in Rome, and so I learned that there are two zones in my neighbourhood. There's seven women right around our place - which doesn't surprise me, as I knew of five and actually walk by their hang-out place which is a little park every day to and from work - and some twenty-one a bit farther away - coincidently, where one night my mother and I were walking and were called at from a car and we knew they'd mistaken us for prostitutes. So that makes almost thirty prostitutes right in my area. Huh.


• One of my co-workers, who's camping out at a friend's place until he can find one of his own, got robbed. In his apartment. At night. While he was sleeping. Someone ninjaed in through an open second-story window and took his friend's TV, his iPhone and wallet. Apart from being freaked the fuck out over someone being in his house while he's sleeping, he didn't have a dime on him. He went to his folk's for the weekend, to recover a bit until he could move in to his new place. The worst thing? This is totally not an unheard of or even uncommon thing in Rome.


• I just realized today that it's going to be ten years since I graduated from highschool and started university, and I've got a friend who's at that stage right now. (The best thing? We're both like, "What age difference?") Ah, squishy ♥ And since it's that season, there's a few Tumblr things about starting university which mean a lot because I can remeber it all happening, and because I'm seeing it happening to my squishy. So this.

It's better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.