Geralt is That Guy

There's a post on Tumblr talking about how since the other witchers in s2 are regular guys in that nobody else is a bodybuilder and nobody else is wearing custom magically elastic goth fighting leathers, the ONE in-verse plausible explanation for those things about Geralt disappears. His physique isn't the result of the Witcher magics that make him superhuman, so he must be doing bodysculpting (when?) or using magic cosmetically for it. His clothes aren't just Witcher standard, so he has to be putting effort into being this fucking Danaerys goth princess Fabio. Which, fine, and in fact GREAT, because that's HILARIOUS, and why not? I'm sure lots of goths (and let's be real, metalheads) who like masculinity and um, D&D? And Nightwish? - would present themselves in that way if they had the magic; I'm just surprised that it's paired up with Geralt given the other stuff about his character.

There's another whole rant about how much more sensible the costume philosophy/approach behind Merlin (and Legend of the Seeker for that matter) is compared to the Witcher, but for now let's just say that IF the rest of the show broadly speaking is a vaguely Merlin sort of reality, Geralt is plopped in the middle there like Legend of the Seeker going "What's up?" only nobody acknowledges anything, or perhaps notices anything. Like the one human in cast of muppets, only he's the one Magical Girl Goth Fantasy Pinup Beefcake in a sea of generic colorful pg-rated Renfaire.

By the way, Wax finished series 2 obviously, and from what I saw, there were a FEW things that were a lot better this series, but overall the costume design is still terrible for all the same reasons as before.

January Doldrums

We've been having some trouble eating properly since the New Year or so. My back feels better now - not 100%, but normal except for the occasional reminder. But Wax has come down with a spell of anxiety, several weeks of lack of appetite and a vaguely upset stomach, sleeplessness, fatigue, despair, and nebulous terror that forces her to turn back constantly to her new hyperfixation badfandom, Roswell, which she basically seized on when she needed something to distract her. The existential dread is paralyzing her like a hawk in the sky paralyzing a rabbit in the field every time she looks up, so whenever that happens she either goes back to thinking about, reading about or watching about her latest security hyperfixation to soothe the pain.

And hey, a counterphobic coping mechanism isn't a bad thing when it's working, it's only a bad thing for your wife who keeps reading the subtitles and witnessing the bad acting over your shoulder. Or when your compulsive counterphobic coping mechanism (reading in my case) is getting in the way of living the rest of your life functionally and overpowering your ability to resist that compulsion.

So anyway, Wax was feeling unlikely to enjoy meals and unlikely to make them. And meanwhile I'm having what I always have in January, the absolute nadir of my yearly mental and physical and emotional energy. Seasonal affective disorder, no doubt. I'm feeling a need to sleep like 13 hours out of every twenty-four and a complete lack of energy or motivation, including the executive function to plan and the immediate energy to prepare meals as well.

Sometimes we have bad periods, where we sort of backslide towards our 20s again and eat a lot of instant and frozen food. But this is worse than that, this is like, COMPLETELY not eating dinner, and just deciding we're both too tired to prepare more food, because we've run out of instant or frozen things or whatever, so we'll just eat some toast again.

We made a heroic effort to plan a week's worth of meals for this week that was going to include cooking today, but then we left it until 9 pm without going shopping or eating, so it'll be like midnight or something by the time we could start cooking dinner anyway and we both have to work early tomorrow; normally I would try to have gone to bed by now.