Given vast amount fo free time and little incentive to stand up, I spent half the day completing Final Fantasy III. One distraction down. Only a pile more to go. In my reading projects, I'm inching along The Beautiful and the Damned, determined to reach the end, and knocking through l'Engle at a quicker pace, as I'm already halfway through A WInd At The Door.
AND one more thing. I hate Agent Carter's hat in Agent Carter. Given all the hats that existed in that era, the only one that you could pick was a fedora? Really? To me, that says, "She's a woman, but not really. She's an exception." No, I don't want an exception, I want a woman, being a woman, and perfectly competent because she's competent.
