Irony?

Irony was defined by my freshman (high school) english teacher as 'differentiation from expectation', and it's usually misused, so i hesitate to apply it here.

Is it indeed irony that by the very act of giving one's tense-achy boyfriend a back massage to ease his pain, the massager should wind up with a sore back and shoulders?

Sigh.

I spent a really long time working on him and I couldn't really ease the tension, and now my shoulders and neck are unpleasantly tight and my scalp is giving me a tension headache.


This next bit isn't irony, it's just frustration:
Said boyfriend took a class in massage, for credit, while an undergraduate at RIT, and CAN'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT.

Argh.

amusement

my world just improved immensely upon my learning (thanks to the incomparable Sung Hwang) that the actor who played Éomer also played Cupid in Xena, Warrior Princess.

I spent about an hour laughing.

Check this out:




Howl, howl. So funny. god, so funny. if I owned a TV, I would probably be a Xena fan. I was immensely amused by the, like, two episodes I ever saw... And come on. How can you resist a younger, wigless, shirtless version of the Lord of the Riddermark? Westú Éomer hal indeed.
So I checked him out on IMDB and felt like such a fangirl. But then I looked at all the Xena fanpages and felt better. Trivia: he used to work on his aunt and uncle's farm so he really does ride horses like that. Rrowr.

And mostly, Dave thinks I'm a total obsessed bimbo twit and keeps pointing out that his eyes are crossed. They SO are NOT!
Tee-hee.

Right, I'm going to get back to work. I took a nap this afternon to ease my crushing headache, and thus only wrote 6,000 words today. i am about to complete the skeleton of the novel plot and god, i just don't know how to end it. Big battle, yes, but how many of the good guys should tragically die? All of them? Some of them? None of them? Super-happy Wayne's world ending? I've already tragicked the everloving fuck out of my poor heroine (pretty well literally)... Should I fuck up the hero too, or should I leave enough of them that they can live happily ever after?

Decisions, decisions.

I'm going to go giggle once more at Karl Urban's feathered wings. Kiwi git. Tee hee. My, what a square jaw you have. Your father was a leatherworker? You don't say.