netgirl_y2k: (gwen beer)
And comes, once again, in list format.

-Rugby Union is the sport I follow the closest. I mean, I watch a little bit of football, mostly the international tournaments, and a little bit of the English Premier League. Watching the Scottish Premiership is genuinely like following a Sunday pub league; also supporting the Glasgow teams-- a lot of it is just idiocy and casual sectarianism with a thin veneer of football thrown over it as an excuse. I watch a little bit of cricket in the summer sometimes, but as the friend who introduced me to the game said, you have to think of it less as a sport, and more as an excuse to get drunk in a field in the sunshine.

-The Scottish rugby team are pretty shit. But that's okay, because 1) the Scottish everything team are shit, 2) they're less shit that they used to be, and 3) it's possible I'm overstating here (we're, like, 9th in the world) because nobody is as underwhelmed by the Scottish rugby team as Scottish rugby fans.

-Then again, being 9th in the world isn't much use when you play in a tournament of six.The team who comes last in the Six Nations gets a thing called the wooden spoon; and I was once at a Scotland - Italy game where they were handing out actual wooden spoons to the spectators, with the Italian flag painted on one side, and the Scottish flag painted on the other.

-My favourite Scottish rugby player is a chap called Richie Gray; partly because he's an excellent player, but largely because he's like eleven feet tall and looks like Thor.

-The warm up act at home internationals are something called The Red Hot Chilli Pipers, who are, you guessed it, bag-pipers; I'm not sure what the logic behind this is, except that after a bit of piping nothing that happens on field can possibly seem that bad.

-The last time I went to a live rugby match I had a pint of beer and a venison burger; the last time I went to a live football match I had an (unidentified) meat pie and a mug of bovril; and for any of you who didn't have the pleasure growing up, bovril is beef tea. No contest, really.

-I have a friend who every time Scotland play England, he puts a fiver on Scotland to win; I love an optimist, I really do, but if he's looking to give away fivers I'd be happy to oblige him.

-The last match I went to, our tickets were for the cheap seats, the last row all the way up in the gods; me, and not a few other people, had to stop halfway up to catch our collective breath. I am not blind to the irony of attending the a sporting event and being too desperately unfit to reach your seat on the first attempt, I don't plan on doing much about it, but I am not blind to it.

-I once broke my wrist at a rugby match; I wasn't playing, I was rolling down the grassy hill outside the stadium like a six year old.

-For the record, I think Wales will win the Six Nations next year, Scotland will beat Italy and come fifth, and I will take to wearing a false moustache and affect a Welsh accent.
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Thank you to everyone who offered advice on my last post about anxiety and panic attacks, it was very helpful, and not that I'm taking pleasure from your misery or anything, but I think there's a certain degree of "you are not alone-ness" that does help.

Between the sudden proliferation of brain-weasels and some kind of mutant flu thing that I still haven't managed to entirely shake most of February vanished right out from under me. The flu I blame in equal parts on Tequila Boy and the Scottish national rugby team.

See, we were watching the six nations and becoming confused by Scotland's sudden ability to win matches (once by playing really quite well against Italy, and once by playing rather badly against an Ireland side who couldn't find the try line with both hands and a map) and there was a lot of uncalled for hugging and sitting with our arms round each other. It turns out that twelve year old baby!lesbian me was right, close physical contact with boys will lead you to a bad end.

So, mostly I have been lying under a duvet, reading and feeling vaguely sorry for myself. Which brings me to my excuse for posting, really, February Booklog.

Kushiel's Dart - Jacqueline Carey
Kushiel's Chosen - Jacqueline Carey
Kushiel's Avatar - Jacqueline Carey
Cold Days - Jim Butcher
So Much Pretty - Cara Hoffman
Etiquette and Espionage - Gail Carriger

So Etiquette and Espionage is a YA prequel to the Parasol Protectorate series, but I don't think you really have to have read the first series to follow this one, apart from the bit where you will be tickled pink when you recognise young Sidheag Maccon and baby Madame Lefoux. Basically it's about an all girls finishing school/secret academy for spies and assassins, with steampunk, and top hat wearing werewolves, and lines like "Who doesn't want an exploding wicker chicken?" I ate it up with a spoon and am already highly anticipating the next one.

So Much Pretty I picked up because of this review which was doing the rounds on tumblr. The review is excellent, the book sadly less so. It jumps around all over the place, different timelines, different tenses, different povs, and the ending is just one twist too far. It's strange, because I think that coming of age moment lots of girls have where you realise that with the best will in the world there will always be those who see you as ever so slightly less human than the boys is something that should be written about more rather than less, but in the end I thought it was an interesting novel, maybe even an important one, but not necessarily a very good one.

Cold Days is the first Dresden Files book I have really enjoyed in, well, quite a few books. It's also the first one in a while, what with Harry's sidestep into being a bit dead, where I felt like the overarching plot was moving on a bit. Although maybe that's just that the fae courts are my favourite part of that world, and I love the idea of Harry and Molly being more involved with them, also that I don't share a large part of the fandom's fascination with Marcone, so I didn't so much clock his absence.

The first Kushiel trilogy I read on a recommendation from a friend, and ended up liking it much more than I was expecting to. They were books I'd passed over before because of the bdsm themes (obligatory disclaimer: making no judgements, etc) but in the end I rattled through them. Loved the characters, adored the worldbuilding, loved that the driving conflict was between the heroine and her fascinatingly Machiavellian female lover. That said, I'm taking a break between the first trilogy and the second because there are lots of dub-con elements in there that, yes, are mostly pretty delicately handled, but after three long books have cumulatively gotten to me, so I'm going to read something completely different next.
netgirl_y2k: (FAIL)
Given the embarrassingly poor performances in the autumn, and the fact that our only good best player has retired, and that the head coach quit in a fit of, well, realism, and our opening game of the Six Nations was against England at Twickenham...

Given all this it was perhaps not the best ever idea ever that we should all gather to watch the game at Teetotal Brian's house.

Just sayin'.
netgirl_y2k: (Janeway)
I've gone off rugby all of a sudden. Can't think why.

We did talk about going to see this weekend's match, but, eh, it was being played in Aberdeen. And frankly we're about as likely to see Scotland play Tonga in Aberdeen as we are to see them play Tonga in Tonga.

Lucky I saved myself the price of the train and admission, really. If you can't beat thirteen Tongans in Aberdeen in the freezing cold then, really, you don't deserve supporters.

On a cheerier note, Sunday lunch with the family today and Sister was bitching about the hours at her new job.

Sister: What I really need is one of those things that Hermione had in Harry Potter, you know, that let her be in two places at once. What was that called, again?
Sister: *looks at me*
Mother: *looks at me*
Father: *looks at me*
Me: I resent the implication that that's the sort of thing I'd know off the top of my head!
Me: I know things, useful things!
Me: ...
Me: Although, for the record, it's called a Time-Turner.
netgirl_y2k: (Gwen Beer)
Murrayfield crowd: Allez le bleus!
Me: Allez le bleus!
Tequila Boy: Traitor!
Me: I've decided to give in to the inevitable and capitulate early.
Tequila Boy: At least wait until after the national anthems, that's when I plan to capitulate.
Me: That's only because you don't know the words to the French national anthem. I, on the other hand, have come prepared.


Me: Exactly how undignified will it be if I jump over the back of the seats and attempt to wriggle through the barrier?
Tequila Boy: It won't be the least dignified thing you've ever done.
Me: That's dignified enough for me.
Me: ...
Me: That was a deliberate pratfall.


Plus, a very beautiful French woman came up to me after the match wanting to know if she could swap her beret for my scarf, and I managed to get through the entire exchange without going "HHJGHGY" or saying that she could have my shoes if she wanted. So, I got a free hat. Which, I've got to say, I look damn good in.
netgirl_y2k: (Morgan WTF)
You know, I know I should be used to this by now, but I honestly don't understand how that even just happened...

Anyway, for those of you who are not insanely over-invested in Scotland's baffling rubbishness at rugby, allow me to share some fatherly advice my dad gave me, apropos of nothing, this afternoon:

"Blakes 7 is better, but Red Dwarf is more useful in day to day life."
netgirl_y2k: (DoctorDonna)

Okay, that was childish. I'm done now.

netgirl_y2k: (Cara Bitch)
So from the second day of the rugby world cup we learned that England have a discipline problem, Scotland have a not dropping the ball and running away like fearful marmosets problem, Argentina can't kick, and Jonny Wilkinson is one of the most overrated players in international rugby. Oh. Wait. I knew that last one already.
netgirl_y2k: (Default)
Decided at the last minute to go through to Edinburgh to see Scotland's first warm up game for the rugby world cup against Ireland. We won. Just. I am still not vastly optimistic for our chances in the world cup - well, not unless they decide to move our try line five meters up the field - especially seeing as we're in the same group as England, who looked discouragingly good in the highlights that I saw. Although I don't understand why they're suddenly playing in black strips, unless part of the plan is to freak out the opposition by looking like the New Zealand All Blacks from a distance. Wish we'd thought of that.


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