How To Swear Like a Brit
Despite having been in the New World for nearly a year and a half now, I am, in many ways, incurably British. For example, the number of times a week I check the BBC website. At the weekend I caught this little gem, which is relevant to many of our interests. Americans, take note ;)
In other news, the parents have finally gone, and we survived without any major meltdowns. Hoorah! And the weather has finally turned hot and humid enough to give serious consideration to the air con, still a novelty (this is only consideration, mind - the hubs is a northerner to his core and the electricity bill from regular air con useage is enough to give him a minor coronary).
We went to see Mad Max on Sunday, to celebrate the parental freedom.I love shiny action flicks, or rather, I love the idea of shiny action flicks because they often turn out boring. It might seem like a hopeless desire, but I need a certain level of characterisation to really get into it. We probably wouldn't have bothered with this one if I hadn't seen the Meninists crying about how those dirty Hollywood feminists (lol) had tricked them into watching something so... enlightened, but still, expectations were not high. For once, though, my expectations were completely exceeded! The plot is nothing to speak of - the hubby described it as akin to drivng up the M1 only to turn around as soon as you got to Glasgow to go home again, and he's not wrong. But weirdly, the action isn't the important thing, because the actual driving force (*snicker*) of the story is the emotional arcs of not just one, but multiple, characters. Most of whom are women. Added to this we have Tom Hardy, who is edible (the hubs has a hard time understanding how even a pretty man can be found attractive when he spends the majority of the film sweaty, dirty and monosyllabic - possibly because this is ot the kind of behaviour we accept in our household *g* - but I suspect you guys won't have the same problem), and his off-the-charts chemistry with Charlize Theron, who is my new lady-crush. Furiosa is a fucking badass in the best possible way - she's muscly and swaggery and as sweaty, dirty and monosyllabic as Max, but at some point before the start of the film she's decided she's going to do a good thing, and so she goddamn does the good thing until she can't fucking stand anymore. She's like a classic Clint-Eastwood-Wild-West-Lone-Gun style hero, only in a Charlize Theron package, and it's like - yes! See how easy it is?Saying I loved it would be a bit of an understatement tbh. So, do yourselves a favour and go see it, is what I'm saying.
I haven't managed much writing in the last few days because my mum decided, before leaving, that it was time to stop dithering and paint my battered little craigslist desk like I've been meaning to for the last year. The desk (an old IKEA one) was $5 - I spent about 4 times that amount on paint and paraphernalia. The result is pretty nice, but it's taken four days to get everything done and dried so that I can get my laptop back in commission. It's done now, though, so I am writing bound. Once I've done the hoovering...
And apologies if this comes across as waffly in any way. The fertility clinic has quadrupled my dose of levothyroxine (which I was taking even less than prescribed) and I'm just a liiiittle bit jittery D: IVF round 4 has started as of the weekend, with a couple of weeks of birth control pills before the jabs begin so, uh, fair warning :-/
On that note, I also just wanted to ask, in a public post particularly, that if you comment on one of my upcoming IVF whinge-athons (or indeed anywhere I happen to mention the IVF, which is a lot of places, because it is all-consuming) to please try to resist the platitudes. It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment (believe me, I do, and thank you) but you would not believe the number of times I've heard phrases like "it'll all be worth it in the end" and they're not terribly helpful, especially when, after so many months, the end is not anywhere in sight. Embittered responses have to get bitten back; it's not pretty. As the writers of Parks & Rec have successfully taught my husband, a simple "that sucks" goes a long way. Thanks for understanding :)
Click to viewIn other news, the parents have finally gone, and we survived without any major meltdowns. Hoorah! And the weather has finally turned hot and humid enough to give serious consideration to the air con, still a novelty (this is only consideration, mind - the hubs is a northerner to his core and the electricity bill from regular air con useage is enough to give him a minor coronary).
We went to see Mad Max on Sunday, to celebrate the parental freedom.I love shiny action flicks, or rather, I love the idea of shiny action flicks because they often turn out boring. It might seem like a hopeless desire, but I need a certain level of characterisation to really get into it. We probably wouldn't have bothered with this one if I hadn't seen the Meninists crying about how those dirty Hollywood feminists (lol) had tricked them into watching something so... enlightened, but still, expectations were not high. For once, though, my expectations were completely exceeded! The plot is nothing to speak of - the hubby described it as akin to drivng up the M1 only to turn around as soon as you got to Glasgow to go home again, and he's not wrong. But weirdly, the action isn't the important thing, because the actual driving force (*snicker*) of the story is the emotional arcs of not just one, but multiple, characters. Most of whom are women. Added to this we have Tom Hardy, who is edible (the hubs has a hard time understanding how even a pretty man can be found attractive when he spends the majority of the film sweaty, dirty and monosyllabic - possibly because this is ot the kind of behaviour we accept in our household *g* - but I suspect you guys won't have the same problem), and his off-the-charts chemistry with Charlize Theron, who is my new lady-crush. Furiosa is a fucking badass in the best possible way - she's muscly and swaggery and as sweaty, dirty and monosyllabic as Max, but at some point before the start of the film she's decided she's going to do a good thing, and so she goddamn does the good thing until she can't fucking stand anymore. She's like a classic Clint-Eastwood-Wild-West-Lone-Gun style hero, only in a Charlize Theron package, and it's like - yes! See how easy it is?Saying I loved it would be a bit of an understatement tbh. So, do yourselves a favour and go see it, is what I'm saying.
I haven't managed much writing in the last few days because my mum decided, before leaving, that it was time to stop dithering and paint my battered little craigslist desk like I've been meaning to for the last year. The desk (an old IKEA one) was $5 - I spent about 4 times that amount on paint and paraphernalia. The result is pretty nice, but it's taken four days to get everything done and dried so that I can get my laptop back in commission. It's done now, though, so I am writing bound. Once I've done the hoovering...
And apologies if this comes across as waffly in any way. The fertility clinic has quadrupled my dose of levothyroxine (which I was taking even less than prescribed) and I'm just a liiiittle bit jittery D: IVF round 4 has started as of the weekend, with a couple of weeks of birth control pills before the jabs begin so, uh, fair warning :-/
On that note, I also just wanted to ask, in a public post particularly, that if you comment on one of my upcoming IVF whinge-athons (or indeed anywhere I happen to mention the IVF, which is a lot of places, because it is all-consuming) to please try to resist the platitudes. It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment (believe me, I do, and thank you) but you would not believe the number of times I've heard phrases like "it'll all be worth it in the end" and they're not terribly helpful, especially when, after so many months, the end is not anywhere in sight. Embittered responses have to get bitten back; it's not pretty. As the writers of Parks & Rec have successfully taught my husband, a simple "that sucks" goes a long way. Thanks for understanding :)