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 So my brain is already buzzing about wanting to review fic next year... I'm ready! I'm hype! (I've barely read any in ages EVEN MY FRIENDS' STUFF which feels like a crime)

And I want to be open to discussing dark and extreme things in stories! BECAUSE the less socially acceptable elements of fic are something I really want to celebrate!

But I do want to avoid my major squicks because, at the end of the day, I think I'm going to approach this project with the most positivity if I make sure the whole process is fun for ME.

This all means I'm going to have to admit that I am open to snuff but I cannot stand breeding kink / impregnation in a context where it's supposed to be sexy. ONLY SUBTRACT FROM THE POPULATION, DO NOT ADD TO IT!! (☝️IN FICTION) I am like what the pro-life movement thinks they're fighting against (IN FICTION!!!!)

HEY TURNS OUT I DO LIKE OLD MOVIES SOMETIMES.

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This movie has everything. Fucked up emotions. People expressing affection by spreading their whole hand over someone’s face. Nic Cage failing the mirror test.

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WELL, SHIT.

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 Among the movies that make people go "what do you mean you haven't seen it??" this one has a particular angle. I loved Cabin in the Woods when it came out. So, of course, people would go, what do you mean you love Cabin in the Woods but haven't seen Scream?

 This was supposed to be a double feature with last week's movie but my library had some trouble finding their copy so I could check it out. Ah well. 2 weeks for 2 movies.

This one sure was a hell of a way to kick off my movie-watching list. Damn.

I watched this as one of the last few stragglers at the end of a party, all of us not quite ready to go home yet, and flipping through the horror genre section on whatever streaming service they had, looking for one we'd like to see. We agreed on this one because we all had some vague idea that lots of people said it was a good movie but none of us really had any idea what we were getting into. In retrospect, I feel like that was an oddly appropriate way to arrive at this story. 

I mean this in the best way, this one kind of fucked me up. I've been mentally digesting it for days. I adore the way it maintains the sense of dread and disorientation in bright, wide-open spaces. It really hit me somewhere personal. The dim light and tight spaces of conventional horror are not inherently frightening to me once you subtract the threat; what really unnerves me is thought of being too visible, having nowhere to hide or even take a break from being seen. Everything too exposed for you to see any places where danger might be lurking. While very unnerving on a personal level, it was also really cool for me to see such an incredible representation of that kind of menace.

So... I just found out my library has all the Animorphs audiobooks and I've been binging through them on this long weekend while I get boring chores and house setting up stuff done.

I remember being super into these books as a kid. I remember very little else about them besides the basic premise of kids with animal powers fighting aliens and that there were spin-off books that take place entirely on alien planets. Idk. My memories from childhood in general are extremely spotty so it's not unusual for me to forget basically everything about what was my favorite series at some point.

Anyway, re-visiting them is such a fascinating experience. In a way it's like reading them for the first time due to the fact that I have forgotten so much that it feels "fresh"... but at the same time there is so much in the way they handle their subject matter that I can feel was deeply formative in what sort of things I like in media, and even how I relate to IRL animals and consider their experiences. Like holy shit, I really have unearthed a piece of myself here.

Also they don't fall prey to the usual problem that comes from revisiting children's action/adventure stories as an adult where you go "why are these kids left to handle this shit all by themselves, why is this never addressed" like, this is addressed, it IS fucked up and that's part of the whole point!! I mean, oof, like any story of this sort it's definitely an aspect that feels more painful to read as an adult but it just feels like another way to appreciate the story.

So... there have been some developments in my life. I don't feel like going into the details, but it suffices to say that my mental gears have had to shift very quickly from "some big things would have to change for me to be able to buy a house" to "my wife and I are looking to buy a house THIS YEAR". It's a lot! It's exciting, and it's stressful because this could very likely be my once-in-a-lifetime chance to buy literally anything this expensive, ever. I want to make it count. And... I find myself getting hung up on this very silly desire. That is getting a property, with a bit of land without strict rules about what I'm allowed to do with it, and local laws that will allow me to have a few backyard hens. Pretty much nothing else about the houses I'm looking at is giving me any kind of emotional reaction, except for the kitchen space, but even that makes me go "eh, I can change this or that, or expand a prep area into the next room if it isn't enough".

I like to think I'm a very adaptable person. I can figure out how to live wherever you put me. I've been living in drafty ass apartments through cold and windy Chicagoland winters for over the past decade. My last apartment was so inhospitable that my windowsill plants froze and died whent he polar vortex came through, but I bundled up and dealt with it. I'm not picky. I shouldn't be picky. I should be grateful that I suddenly have the means to get a house at all, and the rest should be immaterial. I should be 100% on board with anything my wife likes the look of. But... every time I even think about the idea of pulling the trigger on a house somewhere that DOESN'T allow chickens, I feel really bummed out that this would effectively kill the chicken dream in my lifetime. It's bothering me that I'm so hung up on this one detail.

I don't know. As stupid as I feel for being so hung up on chickens, maybe I can justify the gut feeling. It feels like the one possibility left out of all those nice things I wanted in my future when I was young. I dealt with it and didn't get too bummed out when the pandemic and lockdown hit, and my wife and I had to scale our wedding down to a 7 people present + zoom callers affair. I haven't gotten too hung up on how even after that time, subsequent financial difficulties have kept us from going on the honeymoon vacation we wanted. I've been sad about it, but dealt with it and kept working hard when my college degree ended up being useless and my career prospects have stalled, because the job market says "fuck you, we're moving the goalposts again" every time I try to make a move forward. Like a whole lot of fellow millennials I've had to downsize my expectations my whole adult life. I've always hoped, though, that maybe if things improve for me, in some nebulous future, maybe one day I could have a nice little house with an herb and flower garden in the front and 3 or 4 laying hens in the back. Nothing too huge, nothing too fancy. Nothing more than I could tend myself while also working full-time. There's one dream that reality hasn't kicked out of my brain yet.

Still, it's so frivolous. It's so unimportant. Some part of my mind doesn't want to give up on the dream. Another part is so annoyed that it doesn't. I wish I could genuinely feel happy at the idea of moving into any single one of the other houses my wife likes in No Chickens Allowed towns- they're still so much more than I thought we could have in the near future! That should be enough for me!