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Weekend Report
Jun. 2nd, 2019 04:17 pmIt’s the weekend (and I’ve also booked tomorrow off for dental and doctor’s appointments), and I should be taking advantage of the free time to write or do something interesting, but I’m having trouble focusing.
It’s really annoying.
OT— sometimes I’m out and about and I see a person in a t-shirt that seems at odds with their demeanour and/or the rest of their outfit, like the quiet-looking, grey-haired, bespectacled man I once saw in a bright yellow T that read ASK ME ABOUT THE CRISPY NOODLES! (I could not summon the nerve to ask him about the crispy noodles). Yesterday I was leaving a store as a family entered. The person who appeared to be the dad was a tall, thin, middle-aged Black man in walking shorts, a blazer, one of those bucket sun hats, and a black t-shirt with tiny white letters that read FUN GUY. It was A Look.
Play That Funky Music Rammstein
Back on-topic: I feel as though my mind always contains overlapping waves of interests, but usually I can at least see how they relate to one another. Every decade or so, however, I’ll just be watching tv and my brain will light on some random character actor and say I CURSE YOU WITH HYPERFIXATION ON BRAD DOURIF LOL HAVE FUN TRYING TO FIND MOVIES WITH HIM IN THE LEAD and it’s really disorienting and kind of embarrassing — like a switch flipped somewhere on my personality control-board and I’m powerless to turn it back. I think what I’m saying here is that Deadwood has finally aired a tv movie that’s supposed to be an epilogue to the series, but I haven’t seen it yet, and also I don’t know how my brain will react because a couple of months ago Andrew was watching Agent Carter Season 1 and my brain decided to do this with Shea Whigham. Whom I’d watched before in other stuff without becoming obsessed with his weird face. What the hell, brain?
It’s really annoying.
OT— sometimes I’m out and about and I see a person in a t-shirt that seems at odds with their demeanour and/or the rest of their outfit, like the quiet-looking, grey-haired, bespectacled man I once saw in a bright yellow T that read ASK ME ABOUT THE CRISPY NOODLES! (I could not summon the nerve to ask him about the crispy noodles). Yesterday I was leaving a store as a family entered. The person who appeared to be the dad was a tall, thin, middle-aged Black man in walking shorts, a blazer, one of those bucket sun hats, and a black t-shirt with tiny white letters that read FUN GUY. It was A Look.
Play That Funky Music Rammstein
Back on-topic: I feel as though my mind always contains overlapping waves of interests, but usually I can at least see how they relate to one another. Every decade or so, however, I’ll just be watching tv and my brain will light on some random character actor and say I CURSE YOU WITH HYPERFIXATION ON BRAD DOURIF LOL HAVE FUN TRYING TO FIND MOVIES WITH HIM IN THE LEAD and it’s really disorienting and kind of embarrassing — like a switch flipped somewhere on my personality control-board and I’m powerless to turn it back. I think what I’m saying here is that Deadwood has finally aired a tv movie that’s supposed to be an epilogue to the series, but I haven’t seen it yet, and also I don’t know how my brain will react because a couple of months ago Andrew was watching Agent Carter Season 1 and my brain decided to do this with Shea Whigham. Whom I’d watched before in other stuff without becoming obsessed with his weird face. What the hell, brain?
