Mixed Messages
Dec. 7th, 2016 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryDave said he wasn't feeling good, so asked to postpone the shoot. He'd still do it if he had to, but would prefer to schedule for the next day. I'm supposed to work with Norman tomorrow, but let me confirm that before saying anything. Norman never messaged me back, I went home and got cleaned up just in case. I messaged Dave at 5 to let him know, and a few minutes later got a text asking if I was still alive. Apparently several of our texts hadn't gone through to each other. I was going to screencap my side of things so he'd know, but then it occurred to me *that* might not go through either, so I just called. Halfway through our conversation, though, the call cut out, and my screen was unresponsive. Urgh.
My phone finally restarted itself, but only had 30% on it. While I was waiting for it to charge, I went ahead and filled out my application for Treasure Island. I've been trying to get it done for a while now on my phone, but I "only" have 500mb internal storage left, so apparently the memory is too low to transfer images? Apparently also too low to view images on the external card when connected to a PC, too. I ended up using the pics I took in February. My body was about the same, if not a little thinner, though in that particular pic, my dick looks even smaller than usual.
I lose a lot of things. Kitchen shears, measuring cups, screwdrivers, clothing, etc. This was a big problem when Tim was cooking for TG.
"Hey, where's your X?"
"Hmmmm...I used to have one....not sure where it got to..."
We had this conversation for everything. Like. Everything. So I bought a bunch of new kitchen stuff, as well as bags for litter and walks, now that plastic ones from the store aren't free. I voted for the ban, because even though all my plastic bags get reused for something else, that's obviously not the case for most users.
And then I went to the gym, because no matter how cold and awful everything feels, going is better than not. Especially since I hadn't been in the last 4 days, and didn't make it much the week before, either. It was a short workout - maybe 45 min. But it was good. I rely, even if I forget it, on my workouts to balance my emotional state. It's a much bigger part of my stress management than I ever remember, especially when I'm feeling down.
I should have gone right to bed when I got home, but I just haven't felt like I've made any time for me lately, since I've been prioritizing other things. So I sat on the couch, poured a glass of wine, and watched the show "Lovestruck" (formerly "Scrotal Recall") with Lady Miss Friday. Plot and premise-wise, it's terrible. A guy discovers he has chlamydia, so has to contact all his previous lovers, ever. I admit I don't know much about how often straight culture as a whole gets tested, but all sexually active individuals should be tested according to their activity levels. Maybe you have sex about once a month - once every 6 months to a year should be fine. The idea that he would have any responsibility to contact someone he slept with 3 years ago is absurd. Additionally, there are services available, usually through the clinic itself, but if not them, then via the web, that will notify your partners, anonymously, for you. And what exactly makes this lemonade Astro, anyway? Additionally, there's some plot point surrealism. That's that are imporbable (but not impossible) occurring to move the plot forward, or to make a gag, etc.
That all being said, the dialogue is generally smartly written, the performances, aside from the main character (who might just be really good at playing a one dimensional, perpetually non-communicative bumbler), are well written and well acted. Even the bit parts tend to be intriguing characters. And the soundtrack is killer. Alt-J, Bronski Beat, Jessie Ware, Florence + the Machine, London Grammar, Cvrches, La Roux, Goldfrapp, The Heavy, and Youth, to name a few. Of course, what cinched it for me was the tiny clip in the very first episode, an tiny little homage to Beyonce's "Why Don't You Love Me," substituting a camera for a telephone.
Had a brief, strange exchange with Julian before going to sleep way, way too late.
My phone finally restarted itself, but only had 30% on it. While I was waiting for it to charge, I went ahead and filled out my application for Treasure Island. I've been trying to get it done for a while now on my phone, but I "only" have 500mb internal storage left, so apparently the memory is too low to transfer images? Apparently also too low to view images on the external card when connected to a PC, too. I ended up using the pics I took in February. My body was about the same, if not a little thinner, though in that particular pic, my dick looks even smaller than usual.
I lose a lot of things. Kitchen shears, measuring cups, screwdrivers, clothing, etc. This was a big problem when Tim was cooking for TG.
"Hey, where's your X?"
"Hmmmm...I used to have one....not sure where it got to..."
We had this conversation for everything. Like. Everything. So I bought a bunch of new kitchen stuff, as well as bags for litter and walks, now that plastic ones from the store aren't free. I voted for the ban, because even though all my plastic bags get reused for something else, that's obviously not the case for most users.
And then I went to the gym, because no matter how cold and awful everything feels, going is better than not. Especially since I hadn't been in the last 4 days, and didn't make it much the week before, either. It was a short workout - maybe 45 min. But it was good. I rely, even if I forget it, on my workouts to balance my emotional state. It's a much bigger part of my stress management than I ever remember, especially when I'm feeling down.
I should have gone right to bed when I got home, but I just haven't felt like I've made any time for me lately, since I've been prioritizing other things. So I sat on the couch, poured a glass of wine, and watched the show "Lovestruck" (formerly "Scrotal Recall") with Lady Miss Friday. Plot and premise-wise, it's terrible. A guy discovers he has chlamydia, so has to contact all his previous lovers, ever. I admit I don't know much about how often straight culture as a whole gets tested, but all sexually active individuals should be tested according to their activity levels. Maybe you have sex about once a month - once every 6 months to a year should be fine. The idea that he would have any responsibility to contact someone he slept with 3 years ago is absurd. Additionally, there are services available, usually through the clinic itself, but if not them, then via the web, that will notify your partners, anonymously, for you. And what exactly makes this lemonade Astro, anyway? Additionally, there's some plot point surrealism. That's that are imporbable (but not impossible) occurring to move the plot forward, or to make a gag, etc.
That all being said, the dialogue is generally smartly written, the performances, aside from the main character (who might just be really good at playing a one dimensional, perpetually non-communicative bumbler), are well written and well acted. Even the bit parts tend to be intriguing characters. And the soundtrack is killer. Alt-J, Bronski Beat, Jessie Ware, Florence + the Machine, London Grammar, Cvrches, La Roux, Goldfrapp, The Heavy, and Youth, to name a few. Of course, what cinched it for me was the tiny clip in the very first episode, an tiny little homage to Beyonce's "Why Don't You Love Me," substituting a camera for a telephone.
Had a brief, strange exchange with Julian before going to sleep way, way too late.
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