Day #338 -Sleepy Saturaday
Feb. 20th, 2021 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowkatI tried to watch Hannigan's new flick Flora & Ulyssess (which is based on a comic book that I sent to my niece when she was about seven years of age and as a result has no memory of it), but alas, fell asleep during it.
I turned it off - and took an hour and a half nap. I don't nap well - it tends to make me groggy, and less likely to sleep at night. But I hadn't slept well the night before - woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare - and with a bad headache. Took forever to get back to sleep.
Only to wake again at 7:30. Which is a good thing, I guess.
Mother has decided that the reason I got so obsessed (is obsessed the right word? interested?) with the Charisma/Ray Fisher/Whedon thing was boredom.
She's probably right. It was a nice distraction, okay, nice is most likely not the right word. After thoroughly looking at it and analyzing it, I've come to the conclusion along with just about everyone else - that yes, I can continue to watch and enjoy works from the author without endorsing a toxic work environment. I mean it is television after all.
Also, am a bit leery of the Zack Snyder Justice League cut - I may try it in March, when it airs on HBO Max for free. I do not see myself braving an IMAX movie theater for it - assuming of course any are open in NYC at that point. Our movie theaters are still closed. The only things opening up are restaurants, sports venues and concert venues that can serve over 10,000 capacity.
Poor New York - it's not a city that does home entertainment, home dining, and isolation well. That's what I like about it actually - it's a city in which you interact with each other and with culture. If I wanted to live the life of a hermit - I'd live in upstate NY or Maine.
Tried watching Singing in the Rain, but gave up and decided to take my recyclables to the basement and a walk around my block. It was cold and the snow was hard to navigate on all the sidewalks - so I decided to limit it to my block. We're supposed to get another storm either tomorrow or monday. If it is clearer tomorrow and warmer - I may brave the Cemetery.
I told mother about this..
Mother: You've seen Singing in the Rain too many times.
Me: This is true. I even saw the staged production. It's kind of hard to watch something in which you know exactly what will happen next.
Mother: I'd think so.
Mother finished watching the Mandalorian - she agrees with those who told me that I could safely jump over episode 2 of S2. That the rest of it doesn't really refer to that episode, and it's a stand alone.
ME: Good. My brain worries over enough crap as it is, it doesn't need to add frozen spiders to the mix.
Mother: Well, the spiders show up because yoda opens up an egg and eats one, which causes all the others to pop out of their eggs along with the big momma spider and come to attack them. (She seemed amused by this turn of events.)
ME: Ugh. I'll skip.
I may go to that. I'm bored.
Me: I tried various television shows...and I can't get myself to write creatively for some reason.
Mother: Oh I can completely understand why you can't write creatively right now - that makes perfect sense.
ME: Pray, enlighten me?
Mother: You're bored. I think it is really hard to be creative when you are bored. I know it should be the opposite, but I think it is. You just aren't in that head-space.
Me: Hmm. Possible. Also I'm expending a lot of mental energy not worrying about crap. I keep pushing it to one side.
In other words, my brain fog is still in evidence, apparently.
Dream last night was about being with brother and niece, then all these people came - a sort of open house. Except no one was wearing masks. And I had to find mine. And I kept throwing them out of the house for not wearing masks. But they wouldn't move. Then I woke up. COVID continues to invade my dreams.
You can't see it, but the middle house has Biden/Harris sign still floating in front of it. It's not my house - I live in an apartment complex. Just houses in my neighborhood.
The sky appears to be clear now - that I can't go anywhere. I guess I could go on an evening or night walk - but it would be cold. My brother apparently wears long underwear outside. I don't. I don't like long underwear. Again, why I don't live in upstate NY.
Anyhow, not much to report. A sleepy day. I've been kind of avoiding the news today. One needs a break from it all occasionally.
I turned it off - and took an hour and a half nap. I don't nap well - it tends to make me groggy, and less likely to sleep at night. But I hadn't slept well the night before - woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare - and with a bad headache. Took forever to get back to sleep.
Only to wake again at 7:30. Which is a good thing, I guess.
Mother has decided that the reason I got so obsessed (is obsessed the right word? interested?) with the Charisma/Ray Fisher/Whedon thing was boredom.
She's probably right. It was a nice distraction, okay, nice is most likely not the right word. After thoroughly looking at it and analyzing it, I've come to the conclusion along with just about everyone else - that yes, I can continue to watch and enjoy works from the author without endorsing a toxic work environment. I mean it is television after all.
Also, am a bit leery of the Zack Snyder Justice League cut - I may try it in March, when it airs on HBO Max for free. I do not see myself braving an IMAX movie theater for it - assuming of course any are open in NYC at that point. Our movie theaters are still closed. The only things opening up are restaurants, sports venues and concert venues that can serve over 10,000 capacity.
Poor New York - it's not a city that does home entertainment, home dining, and isolation well. That's what I like about it actually - it's a city in which you interact with each other and with culture. If I wanted to live the life of a hermit - I'd live in upstate NY or Maine.
Tried watching Singing in the Rain, but gave up and decided to take my recyclables to the basement and a walk around my block. It was cold and the snow was hard to navigate on all the sidewalks - so I decided to limit it to my block. We're supposed to get another storm either tomorrow or monday. If it is clearer tomorrow and warmer - I may brave the Cemetery.
I told mother about this..
Mother: You've seen Singing in the Rain too many times.
Me: This is true. I even saw the staged production. It's kind of hard to watch something in which you know exactly what will happen next.
Mother: I'd think so.
Mother finished watching the Mandalorian - she agrees with those who told me that I could safely jump over episode 2 of S2. That the rest of it doesn't really refer to that episode, and it's a stand alone.
ME: Good. My brain worries over enough crap as it is, it doesn't need to add frozen spiders to the mix.
Mother: Well, the spiders show up because yoda opens up an egg and eats one, which causes all the others to pop out of their eggs along with the big momma spider and come to attack them. (She seemed amused by this turn of events.)
ME: Ugh. I'll skip.
I may go to that. I'm bored.
Me: I tried various television shows...and I can't get myself to write creatively for some reason.
Mother: Oh I can completely understand why you can't write creatively right now - that makes perfect sense.
ME: Pray, enlighten me?
Mother: You're bored. I think it is really hard to be creative when you are bored. I know it should be the opposite, but I think it is. You just aren't in that head-space.
Me: Hmm. Possible. Also I'm expending a lot of mental energy not worrying about crap. I keep pushing it to one side.
In other words, my brain fog is still in evidence, apparently.
Dream last night was about being with brother and niece, then all these people came - a sort of open house. Except no one was wearing masks. And I had to find mine. And I kept throwing them out of the house for not wearing masks. But they wouldn't move. Then I woke up. COVID continues to invade my dreams.
You can't see it, but the middle house has Biden/Harris sign still floating in front of it. It's not my house - I live in an apartment complex. Just houses in my neighborhood.
The sky appears to be clear now - that I can't go anywhere. I guess I could go on an evening or night walk - but it would be cold. My brother apparently wears long underwear outside. I don't. I don't like long underwear. Again, why I don't live in upstate NY.
Anyhow, not much to report. A sleepy day. I've been kind of avoiding the news today. One needs a break from it all occasionally.