Okay, I wrote that whole thing yesterday about how I was going to focus more on writing on this site, and then I went away and wrote this whole thing on Doctor Who on my Doctor Who site. It’s based on a request for stuff for a book about Doctor Who and autistics, but I don’t know anything about autism, so I skipped those questions. I just love babbling about Doctor Who.
That being said, I have in mood a random post. Here goes:
It’s wonderfully warm and breezy and the sun is out. Naturally I am feeling tired and crappy. Y U hate me, body? I have a couple of film cameras I want to play with — a Kodak Instamatic 104 that I got working, along with a 126 film cartridge that I managed to pry open so I can put 35mm film in it and use the camera to take photos; and a Yashica J rangefinder that is in great condition except the spring or something that holds the back closed seems to have gotten loose or busted, but it came with a nice leather case and I can also tape it up if I have to though it seems to stay shut, and it’s completely manual so no dead meters to worry about — but I’m feeling too blah. I will force myself to do one load of laundry, though. That’s kind of necessary at this point.
Did I say less photos on the site? Here, have one from yesterday:
I’m not done with you, internet! You know, I have a problem with movies. I can’t watch a lot of them. Yesterday my friend wanted to watch The Big Clock. It was very good, light noir with Ray Milland, Charles Laughton, and an extremely modernistic building. Really, this movie made in 1948 could have moved its entire set into a 21st century movie and except for the phones and how all the men wore hats people would have thought it was a science fiction film just based on the furniture. Anyway, I do enjoy movies even though I have trouble watching them, because they require me to sit still and pay attention, and take up more of my senses than I want taken up, usually. Still, there are certain types of movies I refuse to watch. They are as follows: slasher horror, films where gruesome violence is shown being done to children, chick flicks about spoiled middle-aged women dumping their nice “but dull” husbands and going to luxurious locations and having affairs and in general acting as if anything but a life of 24/7 pleasure and catering to her whims is Oppression, movies set in current times where all the white males are Racist Oppressors and all the brown people are Suffering Victims and the hero is always a White Oppressor Who Comes To See The Evils Of Western Civilization (let’s just say I’m full up of these), movies where the handsome hero is doing incest with his mom (yes I saw Spanking The Monkey and I wanted to punch the friend that made me go to the art cinema with her). Let’s just say life is too short and I don’t need these plots taking up any more brain space in my head.
Speaking of friends, this leads me to an observation: have you ever had a friend declare that the sort of people her or she most respected were people who were “brutally honest”? Beware: it’s been my experience that this is the friend who will be most likely to lose their shit when you decide to be one of the “brutally honest” people and tell them what you really think. (In case you’re worried, this has nothing to do with any recent event in my life; it’s just a notion that’s been floating around in my head for years that I finally pieced together into a coherent sentence.)