RL things I love
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In an effort to be more positive than the (very) popular and completely valid RL peeves thread, I am starting this one.
Listening to pretty much everything They Might Be Giants have ever produced while getting drunk on Sunday, knowing I don't have to work Monday. Hell yes.
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Audra McDonald. She's elevated herself to one of my favorite performers.
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Knowing that I am essentially getting paid to do homework, wherein homework for this class consists of watching Netflix.
I love my job.
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Jane Siberry. Tea. Finding out by surprise that I get a four week paid vacation out of nowhere. Watching silkworms become balls of silk. Having a business I invested in/cofounded start to take off. Melting the minds of my students with some of my weirder musical tastes.
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Dogs.
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Coming home from doing something and telling my partner 'Hey, let's go see a movie' and us just going out to go do that thing.
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Going out to an evening of mindless entertainment and paying six dollars for a freaking gin and tonic. Seriously, I had a lovely time.
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Bingo at the Indian Casino.
Classy as fuck.
(No I mostly cannot explain this. Well kind of, which is: Bingo halls are the epitome of hopelessly unable to put on any sort of pretense. It's so come as you are and we're all here to strictly not give a fuck that its kind of liberating.)
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There is a line of tall, multi-branched shrubs with small silvery-green leaves and tiny yellow flowers about five feet away from the double set of window next to my computer. It not only obscures my view of the alley, but also is a hangout place for at least four different varieties of small birds.
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Mint chocolate chip quest bars. AMAZING. Also, Michael Kors rain boots because why not.
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Making plans to improve the yard.
We got rid of our pool (damaged during the winter, sold frame for scrap, and we weren't in it enough to really justify the chemical expense).So we're looking at getting some nice extra shrubberies, some small trees, a new swing and setting up a nice sitting area in that corner of the yard. Perhaps we'll redo the inground pond we had where we transformed feeder goldfish into more or less koi at the old apartment years ago.
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Three days off after working 12+ish hour work days for the last week or so... Totally planned on being productive, but totally wasn't, and I'm not even sure I care.
I love days off of work. So much.
So much.
So.
Much.Edit: Also, the new Mad Max movie? I want to go spend my entire pay check seeing that absolutely ridiculous film. Love it.
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@thebird said:
Edit: Also, the new Mad Max movie? I want to go spend my entire pay check seeing that absolutely ridiculous film. Love it.
I haven't seen it but it sounds like a very much love-it-or-hate-it film. Some people on my FB feed were in the latter camp, some reviewers really dig it.
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@Arkandel
It was wonderful. And kind of awful. And ridiculous. I probably loved it for all the reasons other people hated it. But I'm weird like that... -
It's kind of like a remake of The Road Warrior composed entirely of the kind of ridiculous action sequences that have always been in Miller's mind but which the budget for the first two films didn't allow. So, if you go in expecting anything other than a clothesline of spectacular action sequences, you'll probably be disappointed. On the other hand, if that's what you want out of it, you definitely won't be.
You'll also be disappointed if you have any investment in the character of Max, since (a) this might as well be a completely new character who happens to share the same name and general demeanor, and (b) he's really a supporting character in his own movie.
edit: That sounds kind of like a criticism, and it's really not meant to be. I actually enjoyed it very much.
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I love daytime thunderstorms. Something about it is relaxing.
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@Autumn Latest rumor is that Max is actually the feral kid from the second movie all grown up and identifying himself as Max. I'm trying to find the article again raised a few valid points and a few stretches, but that's how conspiracy theories work.
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Big Trouble in Little China <nuff said>.
Jack Burton: Oh, my god, no. Please! What is that? Don't tell me!
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@Templari said:
@Autumn Latest rumor is that Max is actually the feral kid from the second movie all grown up and identifying himself as Max. I'm trying to find the article again raised a few valid points and a few stretches, but that's how conspiracy theories work.
I dunno, from the stuff I have read it seems like they put kind of a lot of thought into it. Its true that its kind of a non-stop visually fascinating action fest, but at the same time there are lots of little details that make it feel like a pretty fully rendered, thought-out world. In a Reddit comment thread I read all this stuff about the guitar playing guy who has not a single line the other day and boggled a little bit:
His name is Coma-Doof Warrior. And he actually has a backstory. He was a child musical protégé who witnessed his mother's beheading. He was found by Immortan Joe still carrying his mother's head. His mask is made from his mother's face. Here is an article with an interview with Iota, the real guitarist that plays him where he talks about it. https://www.yahoo.com/movies/mad-max-fury-road-guitar-player-actor-doof-warrior-118997835292.html
More backstory on him from Miller:"I want to tell a story about him in a comic if there’s an opportunity. For me, it was all about how someone who is blind survives in this place. How does someone weak survive the apocalypse? He survived because he was blind – because he lived deep in an unlit mine, where it was an advantage to be blind."
Miller explained: "So, deep in the mine, he would sit there and eat rodents and get the water from the sea bed -- and he would also play his guitar where no one could hear it. One day Immortan Joe came past, and someone heard the music. Then he was called upon when [Joe] needed a bugler or the bagpipe -- someone who helps call everyone to war."
Which... is a LOT of effort and thought to put into a dude who essentially just rocks out through the apocalypse.
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@ThatOneDude When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."