Good Morning. Hello. How are you? #1535
Studio work, gardening, going to see Superman, the new Blonde Redhead, it seems I got COVID ugh.
Good morning good morning. How are you? I hope you had a lovely weekend. I did not. Well, I guess the weekend was okay but lemme tell you. The last 40 or so minutes, garbage.
I ripped the passenger door handle off my truck. I was trying to turn left past a delivery truck, and something was sticking out that didn’t show up on the cameras, and dragged along the side of my truck and ripped the door handle off and put a nice dent in the door. Awesome.
Oh and while I was writing that paragraph, after four days (!) of being sick, and getting negative tests, I just got two straight positive covid tests. Fucking awesome. Glorious.
Been sick for four days, really since New York. Testing rigorously.
Horrible nightmares last night, couldn’t sleep, just the worst. Gaza nightmares, studio construction nightmares – totally disturbing nightmares about floors and oceans. Just super unpleasant. Waking up constantly, had to stand up at one point for 10 minutes to drain a cup of snot out of my head so I could go back to sleep.
UGH. God. What a shitty time to get covid this sucks. We have house guests this coming weekend. We’re supposed to go to Boston next week. I have so much work to do.
So now I am sitting here re-evaluating my sweating and loopiness, chalking it up not to having just come inside from the heat and the Dayquil/Mucinex combo, but the Covid.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
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We are listening to the new Blonde Redhead. It is very mellow. I guess maybe it’s some sort of remix album? I don’t know. A bunch of the songs say “(Choir Version)”0 after them. They are very pretty. The album is called The Shadow of the Guest. I used to go see this band all the time, god, weren’t they the prettiest band in the world?
Lol my 15 minute timer on the covid test is done. Joke’s on you, timer, that thing turned positive in like two minutes.
I did manage to have kind of a nice weekend before this? Which I am now realizing is terrible, I was out there in the world infecting people, god I hope my wife doesn’t get it. I WAS testing! I tested every day! Fuck fuck fuck.
Jane and I had breakfast at McDonald’s one morning and there was a guy there all alone reading an Isabelle Allende book while drinking an A&W Root Beer he brought himself to the restaurant. Normal looking man otherwise. Mysterious.
Did some gardening, have about 20 pounds of San Marzano tomatoes if anyone needs them, maybe 30 cucumbers. This is the way of things: I have too much or none at all. I had a whole bed of potatoes, I thought, until I dug it up this weekend and there were no potatoes at all. Not even the ones the potato plants grew out of. How the hell does that happen? I do not know. I have Thai basil sprouting up out of the ground everywhere as volunteers. I have a hundred tomatoes. But my potatoes? Zilch. Alas. Eight ill-formed beets that I had forgotten about, been in the ground way too long, probably taste like ass. I giant bush of maybe 100 Thai red peppers.
Oh my god I am sweating so much.
I did some work in the attic. I was weak and sick, with a mild flu, I thought but nope. So I sort-of took it easy. Did a lot of spray foam and caulking to seal up the floor in this one area, where I have to call in the HVAC people two separate times to get the floor and the HVAC the way I want. So it was a lot of spray-foaming and caulking gaps all weekend. I also worked on the next area of the floor, another “back in the closet where no one will ever see it” area that needs to be done, for sound-proofing purposes, but won’t ever be seen. Pulled out about 10 bags of old insulation, got some more ratchet straps and lifted up an HVAC junction box and the associated ducts so that I could get underneath it and swap out the floor. All very professional. I am getting very good at this. I was repeatedly chastising myself for being lazy and moving slow but hey, turns out I had covid. Great. I bought a new staple gun, immediately jammed it then spent an hour on the floor trying to figure out how to un-jam it before giving up and watching a Youtube video I am so dumb.
Emma and I got a babysitter yesterday and went and watched Superman, a thing I totally should not have done because I have covid, although I didn’t know and I was testing constantly. I guess… I guess I expected more. Everyone said it was great and I suppose it was fine given the idiotic constraints of the genre.
I am so tried of seeing buildings be destroyed and pretending no one is injured. I am so so tired of it all. Explosions and war and punching. I thought this was going to do something new. But nah. It was more of the same. As the cliche goes, within the confines of the genre, this was decently done. It was Marvel quality instead of DC quality, with a little of the DC R-ratedness. It had a few jokes that made me laugh.
I… I guess I respect in concept the whole idea of skipping over Superman’s origin, that is fine, except Superman is so milquetoast you are, in doing so, skipping over the 5 or 10 most important moments in Superman’s life: when he decides to be good. When he decides he cares. When he falls in love for the first time. We miss all of these things: the moments when things could have gone off the rails and we could have super villain. The most interesting moments in Superman’s life. And because we skipped all of those, we now are stuck using proxies and kludge’s to replicate those moments (the parent message subplot was so dumb).
But it had a cool new Iggy Pop song in it.
There was one woman in the theater who coughed like she was dying, the whole film. It was disturbing and horrible and this is coming from a dude who has covid.
And there was a single old lady behind Emma and I that managed to kick both our seats the entire film. How.
I have been to movies-in-the-theater in the last few years, but mostly morning empty showings. I guess I did go see Nosferatu in a giant theater opening weekend. That was fine. So maybe this poor experience was a lark. But… man. That was rough.
Righty-o. Welp. I guess I’ll go hack up a lunch in isolation for the rest of the week now. Whoopee.
So I found this compilation of obscure synthpop from 1978-1985 and I kept adding the songs to a syntpop mix but who are we kidding, this compilation is perfect as it is. I love it. You should listen to it. Every song is a gem.
OK well pray for me. God. I am descending into loopiness by the minute this is not great.
Bye.
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