What's with the boredom?
I sort of know what's with the boredom. I have a mountain of chores ahead of me, in all three categories:
1. Promethean
2. Herculean
3. Sysiphusian
(categorizing chores in this manner is highly amusing to me) OK, my more Promethean tasks are still in the future and probably revolve around the kid's college tuition. So most of the chores are in the Herculean category (cleaning/organizing the office, sorting through my parent's stuff in the basement, converting the attic, eradicating the English Ivy in the back yard, cleaning out the hall closet on the second floor, stuff like that), or in the Sysiphusian category (laundry, gardening, "normal" house cleaning and maintenance).
I feel as if I can't embark on my own work until my workspace is less of a catastrophe, and I can't quite bring myself to start sorting and filing and shifting piles of paper around. Maybe after I get something else done, like get the wall locations chalked off in the attic.
In other news, we've seen a couple of films yesterday.
Grand Torino was good, and the ad for the Dirty Harry collection on DVD has made me want to rewatch those "westerns" (well, they take place in California - that's west!)
Valkyrie was "Meh" and showed just what a craptastic actor Tom Cruise is, when compared with actors standing right next to him who have actual talent. I suppose the problem with a story like that (for me anyway), is I know how it ends, and it's hard to make that exciting. I probably would have preferred a good documentary about the topic instead. Also, the glass eye kept reminding me of G'Kar's character in Babylon 5, and Andreas Katsulas can act rings around Cruise, which probably didn't help. The surprise was how unrecognizable David Bamber was playing Hitler..
1. Promethean
2. Herculean
3. Sysiphusian
(categorizing chores in this manner is highly amusing to me) OK, my more Promethean tasks are still in the future and probably revolve around the kid's college tuition. So most of the chores are in the Herculean category (cleaning/organizing the office, sorting through my parent's stuff in the basement, converting the attic, eradicating the English Ivy in the back yard, cleaning out the hall closet on the second floor, stuff like that), or in the Sysiphusian category (laundry, gardening, "normal" house cleaning and maintenance).
I feel as if I can't embark on my own work until my workspace is less of a catastrophe, and I can't quite bring myself to start sorting and filing and shifting piles of paper around. Maybe after I get something else done, like get the wall locations chalked off in the attic.
In other news, we've seen a couple of films yesterday.
Grand Torino was good, and the ad for the Dirty Harry collection on DVD has made me want to rewatch those "westerns" (well, they take place in California - that's west!)
Valkyrie was "Meh" and showed just what a craptastic actor Tom Cruise is, when compared with actors standing right next to him who have actual talent. I suppose the problem with a story like that (for me anyway), is I know how it ends, and it's hard to make that exciting. I probably would have preferred a good documentary about the topic instead. Also, the glass eye kept reminding me of G'Kar's character in Babylon 5, and Andreas Katsulas can act rings around Cruise, which probably didn't help. The surprise was how unrecognizable David Bamber was playing Hitler..