Fry Bits
We’re defrosting the freezer for the first time since we moved here. It’s probably a metaphor. It’s a genuine sign of reduced food hoarding though. Of Shanda and I both working on it, which has never happened before. For some reason it got abandoned mid process but I’m still counting it as a full success.
Missed robots Friday. It was a lot of day even without it. I wrote @Vi about dreams instead, then went to the drug store for a bunch of bits and gifts. Tried to get weed and supper with Shanda but it was sort of complicated. Shanda is so ashamed of drugs, which makes it hard to talk about them with you. That made it hard to shop today but has bigger impacts, and ones you shouldn’t ignore forever.
Stopped to help a neighbor today. There was a significant medical emergency last night, which Shanda had feels about but couldn’t immediately respond to. So we worked on the feels and then went over to offer support (and food). I think it will help you feel better about the emergency. And maybe more safe about neighbors.
Watched the first few minutes of All the President’s Men (1976). It starts with single character typewriter impacts of the date, with gunshot audio for each. My PTSD did not approve. The next 4 minutes is mostly silent. This movie does not seem to know what it’s doing about sound. I hope the rest is better.
I finally worked my way through The Story of O (1975), because it was on the reading list. It took like 6 sessions because it’s 1.74 hour long and it’s got maybe 0.65 hours of porn plot over that time – on a French dub with painfully bad sythn score over sparse dialog (and a narrator). Literally every element of culture it depicts is problematic, the racism is gag-worthy, and all the dudes are old. But I’m sort of glad I finished it because in the penultimate scene it gives us this [fig 1]. Needless to say, do not watch.
I deleted my grandmother’s email account last week because I forgot she was alive. I wouldn’t have noticed but Pete messaged me about it when it interfered with his access. But I’m just gonna ignore it and stick with my original plan of archiving the account. Undoing it would be extra work and I just cannot fucking care.
Heard about the procurement of security from M today, which makes me smile. The way you lost it is unfortunate, and it’s still hard to feel like you deserve it. But you definitely do, and I’m glad you are able to claim some, even if it’s still a challenge. I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself even when your brain tells you not to want it.
Arts tomorrow, if we get a few minutes. Both finding parts and some minor assembly. And maybe a real food plan after weeks without one. Should be a nice slow day otherwise, which sounds like the right plan. If we have the time maybe we can watch The Truman Show and I can tell you all my Daddy thoughts about Ed Harris.
These aren’t all my story, but they all seem true to me: https://youtu.be/ToO2WnDyhtg
ZiB
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