Oh, Night Film. I was very much looking forward to you on the recommendation of people whose taste I trust, then you arrived and there was so much of you and you were so unwieldy and having slogged through to your thoroughly anticlimactic end I did not by that juncture give a stuff about, I must conclude with regret that I did not like you very much. What next? I asked my friend F for a recommendation last week and subsequently came across a cryptic 'to do' list on my phone that read "mating Norman rush" and was very confused (turns out it's not available on Kindle anyway). So what to read? Recommendations very welcome.
My plan to go to the lovely café for lapsang souchong and a large slice of cake was thwarted by the lovely café being closed. Woe. Walked the rainy streets and bought dog shit bags and frozen bagels instead and ate Knorr soup which was like green tinged salty wallpaper paste.
Fourth day hopelessly in thrall to a 'Kung Fu Fighting' earworm. There is no dignity in this earworm. I have tried to kill it with the theme from Pokemon, but not even that is working.
My eyes seems to have stopped tolerating Bobbi Brown Gel Ink Eyeliner, which is basically the end of my life as a presentable human being. Full Mole Rat from now on.
Not so much a down as a matter of intellectual curiosity: Found myself googling "why is despair a mortal sin?" today. I mean, it doesn't seem like it's hurting anyone, does it? What's so bad about despair? It's just high-octane moping, after all. Well. Apparently in Catholic theology it is a mortal sin because it involves a sort of conscious, positive, refusal to countenance the possibility of salvation which is a massive diss to God. Fascinating.
1. The children are gorn, gorn, gorn to diving and I can go and lie in a boiling hot bath in a minute and try and see if 4OD will let me watch the fantastic old ladies programme (it wasn't working earlier, but it sounded magnificent).
2. Today's stupid M discussion: the cooking of iguana, thanks to this picture (from this delightful series of pics):
M: Maybe it's just a family pet, helping her out as she cooks?
E: Hmm. I fear she's cooking it. The thing on the plate looks quite iguana-y.
M: It'd be a bit like crocodile, no?
E: I bet it's a bitch to prepare.
M: I eat your FACE, dinosaur descendant. (Not much meat on a face).
E: No. Face meat = negligible.
3. My delightful friend who has the most enormous steel trap brain and knows ancient Greek and reads everything imaginable is currently obsessed by a computer game about breeding dragons, designed for eight year old girls.
F: Why are you not playing Dragonvale with me, Emma?
E: Because it is ridiculous.
F: I am getting a platinum dragon! I am very excited!
E: I AM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO LOSE ALL RESPECT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW.
F: I am very good at it! I'm level 30!
E: I am laughing. Laughing at you.
F: Every day I get rewarded. I swear to you, it's the only place like that in my whole life.
E: Ok, you have me. Fair enough. I would like that. Who wouldn't?
I am still not "raising my own baby dragons on islands in the sky!" though.
What in your life rewards you every day that does not involve hard work, talent or spiritual beatitude? We are talking the quickest and dirtiest of quick wins here, with no higher moral purpose allowed at all.