Doing Something
Jan. 27th, 2017 07:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootI have stuff to do,and it is hard to get down to any of it. I cannot get 'Gran Torino' out of my head. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dL64UAjsID8)
Last week it was the Solomon Grundy rhyme. It just hung around repeating itself for days.
Most likely an excellent chum catch-up at the weekend, so I need to invest in a little grooming. Truth is, while hanging out with her tomorrow will be great, leaving the house today to get my eyebrows done and just plain shop will be boring with added ice. I hate the cold so much I don't want to go. This is one of the reasons I work better in Winter; basically there's nothing else to do and it's too cold to laze around.
The mood is verging on the apocalyptic. I am not sure that the re-setting of the Doomsday Clock at 2 and a half minutes to midnight (https://thebulletin.org/sites/default/files/Final%202017%20Clock%20Statement.pdf) helps at all. People know how bad things are looking and the ones who deny it probably don't understand clocks anyway.
There is bound to be some way of channelling all this into work but it is so depressing! And anyway, the time for such writing is when bad times are nearby but avoidable. The more imminent the grimness, the more people need cheering up. I was thinking of writing 'The After-War Whore,' as the memoirs of a post apocalyptic sex worker travelling from town to town across the mutated mid-west. In my mind it took about four minutes to turn into Hell Comes to Frog Town.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVXXf-LOAa8
My neighbour has just sent me a text, telling me that her cat has gone missing, and can I go speak to the Crazy Cat Man? I'd rather not, actually,because he really likes me, and besides, I am a bit surprised she doesn't ask him herself. But poor puss must be found, and it forces me to think of other people, get out of the house and just go do things that must be done.
Last week it was the Solomon Grundy rhyme. It just hung around repeating itself for days.
Most likely an excellent chum catch-up at the weekend, so I need to invest in a little grooming. Truth is, while hanging out with her tomorrow will be great, leaving the house today to get my eyebrows done and just plain shop will be boring with added ice. I hate the cold so much I don't want to go. This is one of the reasons I work better in Winter; basically there's nothing else to do and it's too cold to laze around.
The mood is verging on the apocalyptic. I am not sure that the re-setting of the Doomsday Clock at 2 and a half minutes to midnight (https://thebulletin.org/sites/default/files/Final%202017%20Clock%20Statement.pdf) helps at all. People know how bad things are looking and the ones who deny it probably don't understand clocks anyway.
There is bound to be some way of channelling all this into work but it is so depressing! And anyway, the time for such writing is when bad times are nearby but avoidable. The more imminent the grimness, the more people need cheering up. I was thinking of writing 'The After-War Whore,' as the memoirs of a post apocalyptic sex worker travelling from town to town across the mutated mid-west. In my mind it took about four minutes to turn into Hell Comes to Frog Town.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVXXf-LOAa8
My neighbour has just sent me a text, telling me that her cat has gone missing, and can I go speak to the Crazy Cat Man? I'd rather not, actually,because he really likes me, and besides, I am a bit surprised she doesn't ask him herself. But poor puss must be found, and it forces me to think of other people, get out of the house and just go do things that must be done.
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