maristu

Laugh Track [Fanvid] (0 words) by periru3
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: MASH (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sidney Freedman & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Sidney Freedman, B. J. Hunnicutt
Additional Tags: Fanvids, Embedded Video, Mental Institutions, Infant Death, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Episode: s11e16 Goodbye Farewell and Amen
Summary:

All I am is shreds of doubt.

Goodbye Farewell Amen: the vid. periru3 took the prompt and ran with it to suitably heartbreaking triumph.

Two things I like to see in my TV shows: women who are allowed to get justifiably angry, and women who are allowed to eat. They're not the greatest things about Rome, but they're up there.

Walking back to my place instead of taking a bike, I spotted a cardinal in the park, perching inside the flowering cherry blossoms. A male, easily identified, a darker red than the surrounding pinks, and it fit very nicely in with all the petals. I thought to take a moment to rummage through my bag and grab my phone, then decided not to bother. I stood and listened a bit, and felt satisfied with that. I took note of the last lilacs and magnolias, and felt satisfied with those.

It didn't last, but it was nice in the moment.

It's always a nice feeling to exclaim "What the -" when heading out somewhere. Today it happened just before I wandered into a five-block street fair. I had some DVDs to return to the library and decided to fold a visit to Sakura Park into the trip, and on the way there, a street fair blocked my way. I had to park the bike and go on foot, which I'm not complaining about. It gave me the chance to taste a couple small-batch distilleries' bourbons.

One vendor said he drank his stuff neat. I asked if there was any other way to drink it, and he liked that. He commented on very harsh commercial bourbons and I said they're good in marinades, they burn off, and he really liked that. It got me moving, and I worked my way through the crowds, glancing around and enjoying the bright colors and sounds before stepping out to the much quieter streets. No traffic, no noise. It made the park even more pleasant once I got there.

There's some lilacs blooming, and the cherry trees are in enough variety for staggered blooms. Some are in full leaf and a good number are in heavy bloom. The gazebo's got several sparrow nests in the eaves. Biking back, I took the route by Riverside Park, and the entirety of that cherry collection is still in hard color. No reports on sparrow nests in those trees, though those might be ones who take traffic light apartments.

A sour note came when I went somewhere to buy coffee, ordering a cold brew without ice, and when someone called out they had a medium iced coffee, I kept waiting. The person behind the bar asked if it was mine; I said it wasn't, and it turned out they'd made that one in error thinking it was what I'd ordered. I'm more than a little puzzled about that.

It got sticky enough today to warrant the tower fan for cooling purposes. It's not even May. The day wasn't helped by the very little sleep I got last night, so between the fallout nausea and the heat, very little got done.

But, on the plus side, the home transcription gig's been given the go-ahead to more or less be a temporary full-time job, so I may take that as the smallest possible win.