Valkyrie Wednesday, just a little late

March 1 - 7

March 1 - I have completely forgotten what I did last Thursday. Either I did something, or it was a rest day.
March 2 - Yard work, 2 hours.
March 3 - Day job, 5 hours.
March 4 - Day job, 7 hours.
March 5 - Day job, 5 hours; bouldering; core class, 1 hour.
March 6 - House cleaning, ~ 1 hour.
March 7 - Day job, 5 hours; top-roping; yoga, 1 hour; dancing, ~3 hours. State of the badass art.

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Every time I see the video for "Lucretia, My Reflection" I think of a line from Traveling With The Dead: ...Because it was white, a color no sane woman, dead or Undead, would wear on a train. This makes me want to work on my Spies With Fabulous Hats book so very badly.

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Day 15 of no sugar. These molasses muffins are my salvation.

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I am typing this boring post on Jadis! The blue fire worked! We upgraded my OS and she came back to life. We're guessing maybe a file had been corrupted that was replaced in the upgrade. I hope that is in fact the case, because my Apple Care expires next month, and I don't really want to spend a huge chunk of my publication check for Kingdoms on a new computer.

Mass Effect 3: A love song in progress

My day has been markedly unproductive, as the boy came home from work early and put in Mass Effect 3. This game is so awesome, you guys. This game is fan-fucking-tastic. This pretty much makes up for Dragon Age 2 and the boringness of ME2. Not having to deal with the Cigarette Smoking Illusive Man and the bigoted assclows of Cerberus is a huge help. Not to mention you get the band back together. I've teared up three times in one day watching this game--once for a death-or-glory stand that ended in glory, one that ended in death, and once in sheer unmitigated nerdjoy when you summon the [SPOILER] to deal with the [SPOILER].

So far everything in this game makes up for all the things I didn't like about the last two: namely how you were forced to deal with xenophobic douche canoes without being able to turn them into a fine red mist (or court-martial them). And somehow rescuing a damsel in distress bothers me less when the damsel is a giant psychic space insect who looks like the lovechild of Shelob and the Xenomorph queen.

Also, there seems to be even more queer content, most of it gracefully integrated. Except Kaidan--he's a douche no matter which gender he's hitting on. It's a pity Garrus appears to be straight. He might be ME's little black dress.

It is, however, a little weird how your subordinate officers keep hitting on you.