I finally had to come around to accepting that I'm in a fairly high anxiety mode of late. I've been given a tiny dose of xanax and even in a very small dosage that seems to be helping. I still hate this job but I'm no longer so anxious and agitated about it that I operate all day feeling like I'm absorbing raw electricity. I've even given up train drinking. There was the one day where I drank going to work, yeah, but I was enjoying some wine on the way home most days, too. It didn't seem like a good path to be on.
Long term, the answer seems clear: I need a new job.
We have a dinner party tomorrow night with a journalist friend of mine that has a music podcast on our local NPR hub. Recently interviewed Irmin Schmidt and Colin Newman. This week he talked to Steve Reich. So I'm feeling good about the conversation.
Besides that, just FINALLY wrapping up all of A____'s college applications. I keep thinking we're done, but there's always a few more steps to wrap up it seems.
Oh and christmasing the house. Although we just rearranged our whole living room and yesterday realized THERES NO FUCKING WHERE TO PUT THE TREE.
I haven't started xmasing the house yet: I have a strict no xmasing before December rule. This year, we have a kitten in the house, so I'll put up the tree with minimal ornamentation, nothing fancy or fragile.
As you probably heard, Bush senior croaked and... Oooo boy, hagiography! Gonna be even more jarring when America's most beloved president, George W. Bush, dies. 8-|
G.W.H. Bush timed his death to distract the country from Trump’s latest shitstorm. A team player to the very end.
Weekends suck so hard. Since I don’t have a social life to speak of, I feel obligated to spend my evenings hanging out with my mom. Also, there are all the little chores like laundry and grocery shopping. I’ve basically been living in squalor for the past several years, so I’m slowly trying to spruce up the place...very slowly. I’m just not that motivated to clean. Today I worked out, did some shit for class tomorrow, and now I’m going back to my mom’s. Did I mention that my sister went into the jewelry making business with my ex? Yep, she did. They’re making $300-$500 pieces and selling them in another friend’s boutique. It’s difficult not to resent my sister. Her attitude is that she was friends with my ex before I got married and that I shouldn’t have married her to begin with. It’s all quite frustrating and a bit emotionally draining.
Yeahh.... That's not terribly cool. Especially for a less an amicable break up. My family iced out my babymama until I gave clear signals that we were on friendly terms.
It's a Tamil-language scifi film, the sequel to the famously bananas Enthiran. On balance, it was no sillier and no more nonsensical than the average US popcorn movie, but being a Kollywood film, it was garish and over the top and loud in a way that had a different flavor than usual. I had a good time.
The plot is that an ornithologist concerned about the effects of cell phone radiation on sparrows hangs himself from a cell phone tower. His angry ghost combines with the cell phone radiation and the spirits of all the dead birds to create a supernatural entity that whisks all the cell phones from the city of Chennai into the air and forms a giant bird/monster/thing from them. Only super scientist Dr. Vaseegaran (played by "Superstar" Rajinikanth ... literally that is how he is listed in the credits), his robot creation Chitti (also Rajinikanth), and his newest robot, sexy girl robot Nila can save the city.
I guess what I am saying is: hey popcorn movies with international flavor can be very entertaining.
Can I just say to simpatico folks here, that when people post that viral article about how Adderall and crystal meth are basically identical, they are making the world a shittier place for people with ADHD? I read the thing and I know that the point the author is making is actually that methamphetamine's abuse profile has made us overlook its treatment value.
But your asshole uncle and your stupid ass high school classmate aren't going to read the thing and see that he's talking about microdoses of lab-created meth, not street doses of stuff made from cold medicine and antifreeze. He's not saying Adderall is secretly an drug of abuse, he's saying maybe we should prescribe low does of lab-made meth. They're just going to read the headline and it's going to reinforce the idea that ADHD isn't real and people taking Adderall aren't getting treatment they're just a) abusing speed b) victims of a big pharma conspiracy or c) both.
Adderall helped me learned how to function as an adult human being. It helped me finish school, hold down a job, and learn to read social cues so I could be a passably nice person with friends and relationships.
Today's international movie recs (as those seem to be my thing now) are the films of Timo Tjahjanto. He's an Indonesian director who makes screamingly ultraviolent movies, several of which are on Netflix.
The Night Comes for Us is a gangster movie about a Triad assassin sent to oversee the killing on an entire village. He relents and saves one girl and they end up running for their lives. This is the most violent I have ever seen an action movie be while playing it straight. Nearly the entire movie is pitched at the level of the hallway sequence from Old Boy.
May the Devil Take You is like a riff on Sam Raimi's Sam Raimi-isms, drawing on Indonesian mythology. Basically, it's a better Drag Me to Hell than Drag Me to Hell was.
Headhsot is another action pic. I haven't seen it yet, but I assume the hero is horribly injured at least six times.
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Not looking to climb 11 flights of stairs this early in the morning.
Long term, the answer seems clear: I need a new job.
That being said, these bitches need to have my money. We are a massively profitable firm and they're handing out raises like a mom and pop store.
Besides that, just FINALLY wrapping up all of A____'s college applications. I keep thinking we're done, but there's always a few more steps to wrap up it seems.
Oh and christmasing the house. Although we just rearranged our whole living room and yesterday realized THERES NO FUCKING WHERE TO PUT THE TREE.
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Weekends suck so hard. Since I don’t have a social life to speak of, I feel obligated to spend my evenings hanging out with my mom. Also, there are all the little chores like laundry and grocery shopping. I’ve basically been living in squalor for the past several years, so I’m slowly trying to spruce up the place...very slowly. I’m just not that motivated to clean. Today I worked out, did some shit for class tomorrow, and now I’m going back to my mom’s. Did I mention that my sister went into the jewelry making business with my ex? Yep, she did. They’re making $300-$500 pieces and selling them in another friend’s boutique. It’s difficult not to resent my sister. Her attitude is that she was friends with my ex before I got married and that I shouldn’t have married her to begin with. It’s all quite frustrating and a bit emotionally draining.
Sorry you have that blech twist.
It's a Tamil-language scifi film, the sequel to the famously bananas Enthiran. On balance, it was no sillier and no more nonsensical than the average US popcorn movie, but being a Kollywood film, it was garish and over the top and loud in a way that had a different flavor than usual. I had a good time.
The plot is that an ornithologist concerned about the effects of cell phone radiation on sparrows hangs himself from a cell phone tower. His angry ghost combines with the cell phone radiation and the spirits of all the dead birds to create a supernatural entity that whisks all the cell phones from the city of Chennai into the air and forms a giant bird/monster/thing from them. Only super scientist Dr. Vaseegaran (played by "Superstar" Rajinikanth ... literally that is how he is listed in the credits), his robot creation Chitti (also Rajinikanth), and his newest robot, sexy girl robot Nila can save the city.
I guess what I am saying is: hey popcorn movies with international flavor can be very entertaining.
But your asshole uncle and your stupid ass high school classmate aren't going to read the thing and see that he's talking about microdoses of lab-created meth, not street doses of stuff made from cold medicine and antifreeze. He's not saying Adderall is secretly an drug of abuse, he's saying maybe we should prescribe low does of lab-made meth. They're just going to read the headline and it's going to reinforce the idea that ADHD isn't real and people taking Adderall aren't getting treatment they're just a) abusing speed b) victims of a big pharma conspiracy or c) both.
Adderall helped me learned how to function as an adult human being. It helped me finish school, hold down a job, and learn to read social cues so I could be a passably nice person with friends and relationships.
Ugh. Sorry for the rant.
We are long overdue for a new dominant social media platform. Where are the disruptors when you need them?
The Night Comes for Us is a gangster movie about a Triad assassin sent to oversee the killing on an entire village. He relents and saves one girl and they end up running for their lives. This is the most violent I have ever seen an action movie be while playing it straight. Nearly the entire movie is pitched at the level of the hallway sequence from Old Boy.
May the Devil Take You is like a riff on Sam Raimi's Sam Raimi-isms, drawing on Indonesian mythology. Basically, it's a better Drag Me to Hell than Drag Me to Hell was.
Headhsot is another action pic. I haven't seen it yet, but I assume the hero is horribly injured at least six times.