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Y2/D313...Sunday
I kind of did absolutely nothing today, outside of dabbling at the beginning of the fantasy novel I'm trying to write. It now has foot notes and Gaelic.
Don't.
I know it's tempting.
But just don't.
You know who you are. ;-)
**
Is it just me? Or does it seem like over half my generation's father's are dying of Alzheimer's? Hugh Jackman, who is 53, just lost his father to Alzheimer's. His wife is 13 years older than him, which I found interesting. He was born in 1968 and she was born in 1955.
He's among the few film actors out there that I still adore and have not been decimated by social media's gossip train.
Oh, the Ellen DeGeneris like on FB was actually a scam. There are scammers on FB. I reported it. Unlikely they will do anything. But I find it via Snopes. Here is the link to Snopes outing the scam. I'm tired of this.
I've blocked the page.
**
There's this great quote I found in a contemporary romance novel of all places.
Because there is no way an introvert and a criminally picky eater can go to a dinner party and come out alive."
Each time the stupid doctor tells me to cut something out my diet, I think...okay are you intentionally killing what is left of my social life?
I remember when I was diagnosed as gluten intolerant.
Doctor: What's wrong?
ME: This is going to kill my social life.
Doctor: Are you one of those people who lives to eat?
Me: Yes, although that's hardly the issue here.
I can cook, but I don't love it. And appliances scare me. I've still not figured out the Insta Pot. My go to is chicken or salmon in aluminium foil in a backing dish, with spices, oil, lemon, and veggies, baked. But going out to a restaurant or a dinner party or visiting folks is akin to Russian Roulett. It's amazing how many people depend on some version of wheat, barely, or rye in their meal - either as a flour, or something. If they don't have that? It's rice, corn or potatoes. I can do potatoes without too much trouble, but rice and corn are dicey on the digestive system.
Ask yourself, when was the last time you fixed a meal without any of the following items in it: rice, wheat or any whole grain flour, corn, tomatoes, diary, rye flour, barely, soy, sugar, potatoes...
Not that this is an issue right now, with the pandemic. But, it did kill my social life. (And no, I can't cart food around with me - I take trains and the subway, and am not that type of cook.)
Tonight, I'm doing filet mignon and green beans. I can't digest steak unless it is filet or ruby-eyed, it has to be medium to raw. If it's tough, it isn't happening. Possibly plantain chips.
I've been known to make allowances and just suffer the IBS, with things like spices, potatoes, dairy, and rice. But glutens - I can't go anywhere near. They are poison for someone with ceiliac disease - akin to committing gastrointestinal suicide.
But damn, does the media love to make fun of the gluten free diet. Stupid writers.
**
Just finished watching the filmed adaptation of the Broadway Stage Musical Dear Evan Hansen, which is depressing. It tries to be uplifting, but it doesn't quite accomplish it. Also, while it has two excellent songs, possibly three in it, it does not work that well as a film - and they really shouldn't have cast the guy who played the role in the stage production in the lead - he's in his late 20s, early 30s, and does not look like a high school student.
I cried through most of it. The plot? Well, it's about a boy writing letters to himself as a therapy exercise who runs a foul of a bully, who is more troubled than he is. The bully takes his letter, and then commits suicide, and everyone assumes that the letter was a suicide note by the bully to Evan Hansen, the boy or protagonist. Being socially awkward, Hansen goes along with it - until it gets well, a touch out of hand. And eventually blows up in his face - in order to make amends, he tells the truth. Then upon graduation, hunts down something from the kid who committed suicide's actual friends and acquaintances - finds it from a guy who knew him in rehab, resulting in the third good song in the show.
The film delves deep into loneliness and how isolated people feel, and how cruel we are to each other, or rather indirectly cruel.
It's not a happy film, I can see why musical twitter hated it.
Random Picture of the Evening
Don't.
I know it's tempting.
But just don't.
You know who you are. ;-)
**
Is it just me? Or does it seem like over half my generation's father's are dying of Alzheimer's? Hugh Jackman, who is 53, just lost his father to Alzheimer's. His wife is 13 years older than him, which I found interesting. He was born in 1968 and she was born in 1955.
He's among the few film actors out there that I still adore and have not been decimated by social media's gossip train.
Oh, the Ellen DeGeneris like on FB was actually a scam. There are scammers on FB. I reported it. Unlikely they will do anything. But I find it via Snopes. Here is the link to Snopes outing the scam. I'm tired of this.
I've blocked the page.
**
There's this great quote I found in a contemporary romance novel of all places.
Because there is no way an introvert and a criminally picky eater can go to a dinner party and come out alive."
Each time the stupid doctor tells me to cut something out my diet, I think...okay are you intentionally killing what is left of my social life?
I remember when I was diagnosed as gluten intolerant.
Doctor: What's wrong?
ME: This is going to kill my social life.
Doctor: Are you one of those people who lives to eat?
Me: Yes, although that's hardly the issue here.
I can cook, but I don't love it. And appliances scare me. I've still not figured out the Insta Pot. My go to is chicken or salmon in aluminium foil in a backing dish, with spices, oil, lemon, and veggies, baked. But going out to a restaurant or a dinner party or visiting folks is akin to Russian Roulett. It's amazing how many people depend on some version of wheat, barely, or rye in their meal - either as a flour, or something. If they don't have that? It's rice, corn or potatoes. I can do potatoes without too much trouble, but rice and corn are dicey on the digestive system.
Ask yourself, when was the last time you fixed a meal without any of the following items in it: rice, wheat or any whole grain flour, corn, tomatoes, diary, rye flour, barely, soy, sugar, potatoes...
Not that this is an issue right now, with the pandemic. But, it did kill my social life. (And no, I can't cart food around with me - I take trains and the subway, and am not that type of cook.)
Tonight, I'm doing filet mignon and green beans. I can't digest steak unless it is filet or ruby-eyed, it has to be medium to raw. If it's tough, it isn't happening. Possibly plantain chips.
I've been known to make allowances and just suffer the IBS, with things like spices, potatoes, dairy, and rice. But glutens - I can't go anywhere near. They are poison for someone with ceiliac disease - akin to committing gastrointestinal suicide.
But damn, does the media love to make fun of the gluten free diet. Stupid writers.
**
Just finished watching the filmed adaptation of the Broadway Stage Musical Dear Evan Hansen, which is depressing. It tries to be uplifting, but it doesn't quite accomplish it. Also, while it has two excellent songs, possibly three in it, it does not work that well as a film - and they really shouldn't have cast the guy who played the role in the stage production in the lead - he's in his late 20s, early 30s, and does not look like a high school student.
I cried through most of it. The plot? Well, it's about a boy writing letters to himself as a therapy exercise who runs a foul of a bully, who is more troubled than he is. The bully takes his letter, and then commits suicide, and everyone assumes that the letter was a suicide note by the bully to Evan Hansen, the boy or protagonist. Being socially awkward, Hansen goes along with it - until it gets well, a touch out of hand. And eventually blows up in his face - in order to make amends, he tells the truth. Then upon graduation, hunts down something from the kid who committed suicide's actual friends and acquaintances - finds it from a guy who knew him in rehab, resulting in the third good song in the show.
The film delves deep into loneliness and how isolated people feel, and how cruel we are to each other, or rather indirectly cruel.
It's not a happy film, I can see why musical twitter hated it.
Random Picture of the Evening