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In my new freedom from work practice - three former workdays of it so far - , I have kept up with the dishes and made a slight start on all the spring cleaning I want to get done (though I haven't made much of a dent yet). I've also slept a lot, obviously. It really is all a bit overwhelming, like those posts on Unfuck Your Habitat dealing with where to start. As a long-time UFYH follower, I know starting with repeated twenty-minute pomodoros is reasonable, but it's still depressing when you stand back and look at the situation as a whole.
We watched Snatch the other night because I'd never seen it. I see why it's seminal. An extremely well-done example of that style of heist film, rendered extra memorable by all the little moving parts and the way they intersect with each other, almost like a farce. It reminded me of a show I love, Hustle (2004-2012), a British series about a gang of con artists who collaborate to take revenge on rich people on behalf of their victims, like a precursor to Leverage. I like it better than Leverage for the style and the cons themselves, though. I'm extra fond of the style of narrative voice-over background explanations you get in this genre, which we saw in Snatch. Next on the list is Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, which I guess I'm not too young for, just too American to have heard of until after the fact.
I knitted for five hours or so the day before yesterday and made some progress on the hat I started January first (which was then on pause for over a month while I didn't watch anything). Very responsibly, then, I didn't knit a long time two days in a row, but spent yesterday evening darning some wool socks instead while watching the second half of James Acaster's Netflix stand-ups. Darning is so satisfying! And yet annoyingly takes longer than it feels like it should.
Wax is having a flare-up of her acid reflux and is tragically forced to cut her tea consumption, which is really extra bad because unlike me, she doesn't like any herbal tea at all. I think the only hot drink she can substitute is cocoa, which doesn't feel tea-like enough to have the proper psychologically soothing effect.
We watched Snatch the other night because I'd never seen it. I see why it's seminal. An extremely well-done example of that style of heist film, rendered extra memorable by all the little moving parts and the way they intersect with each other, almost like a farce. It reminded me of a show I love, Hustle (2004-2012), a British series about a gang of con artists who collaborate to take revenge on rich people on behalf of their victims, like a precursor to Leverage. I like it better than Leverage for the style and the cons themselves, though. I'm extra fond of the style of narrative voice-over background explanations you get in this genre, which we saw in Snatch. Next on the list is Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, which I guess I'm not too young for, just too American to have heard of until after the fact.
I knitted for five hours or so the day before yesterday and made some progress on the hat I started January first (which was then on pause for over a month while I didn't watch anything). Very responsibly, then, I didn't knit a long time two days in a row, but spent yesterday evening darning some wool socks instead while watching the second half of James Acaster's Netflix stand-ups. Darning is so satisfying! And yet annoyingly takes longer than it feels like it should.
Wax is having a flare-up of her acid reflux and is tragically forced to cut her tea consumption, which is really extra bad because unlike me, she doesn't like any herbal tea at all. I think the only hot drink she can substitute is cocoa, which doesn't feel tea-like enough to have the proper psychologically soothing effect.
