|Things and Stuff
||[Feb. 1st, 2019|08:05 pm]
-Well, I just kind of disappeared for the whole month of January there, didn't I. Er, Happy New Year! This is not my usual end of the month books post, because I haven't read anything this January. I read 89 books in 2018, and so far in 2019 I'm 0 for 12. Jeepers, this feels wrong.|
So, instead here is a list of the 10 best books I read last year:
The Radium Girls - Kate Moore
Dogs of War - Adrian Tchaikovsky
Grey Sister & Red Sister - Mark Lawrence
Tell it to The Bees - Fiona Shaw
White Houses - Amy Bloom
The Feather Thief - Kirk Wallace Johnson
Gnomon - Nick Harkaway
The Silence of the Girls - Pat Barker
A Study in Scarlet Woman - Sherry Thomas
-Despite it only being February I'm pretty sure I've already seen my two favourite movies of the year; in fact I think I saw them on New Year's Day when my hangover and I took ourselves off to see a double feature of Into the Spider-Verse and The Favourite. Much like how Lego Batman was the best Batman movie I'm pretty sure Into the Spider-Verse is the best Spider-Man movie, and made me want to read all the Spider-Gwen comics. Actually, comics trades might be a good way to get me over the loop of 'haven't read a book in a while, must read a book, any book, too many books' that I've gotten myself stuck in of late.
I'm not sure that being sad that Queen Anne and Lady Sarah couldn't work it out was the right way to watch The Favourite, but insert shrug emoji here. I watched it with my sister and round about the point where I was saying that I thought the final scene was meant to indicate that Anne knows Abigail's feelings for her are as much of a fiction as her efforts to replace her children with the rabbits she looked at me and went: 'Shut up, you giant lesbian nerd.' Ah, siblings.
-I haven't been watching much telly, but I had mixed feelings about this last third season of The Good Place. Jeremy Bearimy was possibly the best episode the show has ever done, but so much of it (the soul squad; they're alive again, now they're not) seemed to be running in circles. And I feel like the finale would have landed more with me if I cared more about Eleanor/Chidi. Like, they're fine, but the show has been dragging them out for so long that at this stage they either need to let them be together or do something new and different. And I'm not saying that the new and different thing has to be Eleanor/Tahani, but. I am glad that Janet/Jason finally came around again as they are the het pairing I really care about on this show.
-Relatedly the best Eleanor/Tahani fic I have ever read is: the pleasure principle by yasaman
-The reason I haven't been watching much, or reading anything, and have become only passingly familiar with the, you know, outside are these pesky video game things. I finally finished Assassin's Creed: Odyssey, or as I have taken to calling it the Xena: Warrior Princess cum Wonder Woman simulator of my heart. It took me one hundred and forty six hours. Is that a long time? I've lost perspective.
It's funny, because even though I hadn't bought it and as such never have to play it, I found myself really bummed out by the baby plot in the dlc. My mate who got me into gaming pre-ordered Fallout 76, the hundred quid special edition with the complementary shopping bag, so I learned the never pre-order anything until you know what it is lesson by proxy. Maybe I had just been lulled into a false sense of security an/or entitlement by the game seeming to pander so much to me. And, obviously, the line you won't have to role play any romances you're not comfortable with turning out to mean you won't have to play gay if you don't want to is bad. But the thing that was really brain and immersion breaking for me, was the idea of Kassandra being pregnant. Like, does she take a year off from her cult hunting to be pregnant? Does she hand the newborn off to its dad and get straight back to base jumping off mountains? And given that I've spent the game base jumping off mountains, isn't it churlish of me to be miffed at the game for its unrealistic take on the effects of pregnancy and childbirth on the female body? I mean, I never have to play that dlc, but I know about it, and I can't unknow it, and it...niggles at me.
-I'm trying to do this thing in 2019 called mindful drinking. The idea of which, at least the way I'm doing it, is that if I want a drink, if I'll really enjoy it and appreciate it, then I'll have one. But if I'm only having one because everyone else is, or to finish the bottle, or because I always a have a beer when the football's on, and I know in my heart of hearts that I'll be just as happy with a coffee or a coke or being able to drive home then I do that instead.
This is working out pretty well so far. Because I really do enjoy a cold pint or a nice dram of whisky, what I don't appreciate so much, or often really notice I'm having, are all those second, third, and fourth drinks, that add up over time, and so far have not been missed.
-I was thinking that the thing I'm most proud of myself for last year was that I made a friend. I am quite awkward - I'll pause here for you to be shocked - and have always had trouble making friends both online and off. The bloke next door, who I have been on nodding terms with for ten years, turns out to not only be a giant nerd but working for the police he works similar sorts of antisocial shifts to me and quite often we have overlapping chunks of useless time in the middle of the day. And we got to talking a bit, because his family got a puppy and I will overcome all kinds of shyness to meet a puppy.
Anyway, one day he goes: 'There's this webcomic, it's a bit indecent, but...'
And I go: 'OGLAF.'
And now we're buddies. That's how you make a friend, right? Or it's not how you make friends and is why I've always had trouble making friends? Anyway, I have this friend now, and weeks when we're both on backshift we hang out and binge watch Deep Space Nine, we've just finished season two, and it's nice; not midseason two of Deep Space Nine, which was not the show's nadir, but having a friend.
-British politics still an omnishambles that only gets worse every time May comes out with a new plan that turns out to be the old plan in a wig and dark glasses. And, like, I feel trapped between wanting to be informed and engaged, and not being able to bear to watch.
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