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Spring Season: Week 9
Welp. The waters have receded (thanks to some really beautiful weather), downtown is a fucking wreck, who the hell knows when all of those businesses will be able to reopen, and we're under a boil water advisory until SEPTEMBER. And that's not even the worst of it!
Starting Wednesday, I (and everyone else I work with) am doing seven-on/seven-offs, 7:30-7:30 shifts, until further notice. I genuinely don't think I can do it? It's not even the long hours, it's how fucking early they start; mornings have always been my one and only big dealbreaker when it comes to jobs. And I know it's a big one! It's why I put up with a lot of bullshit in order to stay with employers willing to keep me on later shifts! But everyone underestimates how much of an issue it is, that it's not just a preference; my body just does not adjust to those hours, I've tried so many times and it always ends the same way, I just rack up bigger and bigger sleep debts until I crash and burn. I guess if I just take it a week at a time I stand a chance? I don't really have any other option but to try! I spent all day last Tuesday just trying not to cry at work after the news came down, since then I've just been pre-emptively exhausted (and trying to wake up earlier with next to no success). It's not like I can just go out and find another job in the middle of... *gestures* and I'm really not looking forward to having to once I get fired for sleeping through one too many starts!
Also, my grandmother is under the impression that the hospital will be ending its lockdown in a week and we'll all be able to have a nice family dinner for my mom's birthday later in the month and I have no idea how to tell her that that's almost certainly not gonna happen.
Oh, and we haven't gotten mail in a week because our post office was underwater.
So, yeah. Everything is horrible aaaaaaaaaand I guess we'll see what fresh catastrophes I'll be dealing with in another week's time?
At least the weather is nice. More than thirty years here, and it still always manages to surprise me with just how quickly it goes from snowy winter hellscape to full-on summertime every year. Plus, I survived my second once-in-a-century natural disaster in under five years, so that's something! I guess the pandemic will make three eventually. I mean, ideally. Who knows what the future may hold?
Will it bring more movies? Yes! Probably a lot fewer of them for a little while, though. To the spoiler zone!
Spider-Man: Far from Home (2019): Welp, I finished my big MCU rewatch. Just in time for Black Widow HAHAHAHA JOKES. I feel so empty. What am I gonna replace these with?
Friendly Persuasion (1956): It's a lovely morning on the Civil War-era Quaker homestead, and you are a horrible goose. Baby Anthony Perkins was e v e r y t h i n g.
Performance (1970): Still fun, still love that one number, the close ups of Jagger's lips getting licked are still real gross. Roeg!
Shaft (1971): Ignoring the obvious fact that it's so clearly a product of its time, if this came out twenty to thirty years earlier, it would be remembered as a noir masterpiece.
A Star Is Born (1976): Still solidly in the top three A Star Is Borns.
What's Up, Doc? (1972): I think I need to give this one another shot sometime, I was really not into what it was doing until the car chase or so, and then I finally settled into the whole 'purposely tropey and annoying and overwritten' vibe. I was also extremely tired when I watched it and it never lost my attention for a second, which is pretty impressive, so. One for the future rewatch pile!
Love in the Afternoon (1957): Funny enough in places and not without charm, but international playboy GCoops is just WAY too hard a sell.
Wind (2019): I cried! Screw you, Pixar!
Loop (2020): The representation is nice, but this kinda fell flat for me beyond the novelty. Glad it exists, though!
Un flic (1972): I really just needed to start the month with Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve being beautiful while heists happen. It's been rough.
Wuthering Heights (2011): I saw this not long after it came out, and I didn't recall the aspect ratio being quite so jarring; 4:3 just feels like such a waste of all those beautifully bleak grey landscapes, all sprawling and empty. That wound licking scene is still real gross. Also why are they wearing, like, Regency-era costumes?
The Juniper Tree (1990): Icelandic fairy tale quietude. Short enough that it doesn't get boring, and the last twenty minutes are kinda fucked up. And baby Björk! She's so little! Liked this one quite a bit.
Still (1978), Hinterland (1981), Aves (1998): A trio of shorts from Nietzchka Keene, to which all I could really muster was a hearty "huh, okay then."
The Fast and the Furious (2001): Following up my MCU rewatch with a Car X-Men one!! I can't believe these movies got so great that they retroactively made me love this stupid racing movie trash. BRIAN YOU ARE THE WORST COP EVER.
Starting Wednesday, I (and everyone else I work with) am doing seven-on/seven-offs, 7:30-7:30 shifts, until further notice. I genuinely don't think I can do it? It's not even the long hours, it's how fucking early they start; mornings have always been my one and only big dealbreaker when it comes to jobs. And I know it's a big one! It's why I put up with a lot of bullshit in order to stay with employers willing to keep me on later shifts! But everyone underestimates how much of an issue it is, that it's not just a preference; my body just does not adjust to those hours, I've tried so many times and it always ends the same way, I just rack up bigger and bigger sleep debts until I crash and burn. I guess if I just take it a week at a time I stand a chance? I don't really have any other option but to try! I spent all day last Tuesday just trying not to cry at work after the news came down, since then I've just been pre-emptively exhausted (and trying to wake up earlier with next to no success). It's not like I can just go out and find another job in the middle of... *gestures* and I'm really not looking forward to having to once I get fired for sleeping through one too many starts!
Also, my grandmother is under the impression that the hospital will be ending its lockdown in a week and we'll all be able to have a nice family dinner for my mom's birthday later in the month and I have no idea how to tell her that that's almost certainly not gonna happen.
Oh, and we haven't gotten mail in a week because our post office was underwater.
So, yeah. Everything is horrible aaaaaaaaaand I guess we'll see what fresh catastrophes I'll be dealing with in another week's time?
At least the weather is nice. More than thirty years here, and it still always manages to surprise me with just how quickly it goes from snowy winter hellscape to full-on summertime every year. Plus, I survived my second once-in-a-century natural disaster in under five years, so that's something! I guess the pandemic will make three eventually. I mean, ideally. Who knows what the future may hold?
Will it bring more movies? Yes! Probably a lot fewer of them for a little while, though. To the spoiler zone!
Spider-Man: Far from Home (2019): Welp, I finished my big MCU rewatch. Just in time for Black Widow HAHAHAHA JOKES. I feel so empty. What am I gonna replace these with?
Friendly Persuasion (1956): It's a lovely morning on the Civil War-era Quaker homestead, and you are a horrible goose. Baby Anthony Perkins was e v e r y t h i n g.
Performance (1970): Still fun, still love that one number, the close ups of Jagger's lips getting licked are still real gross. Roeg!
Shaft (1971): Ignoring the obvious fact that it's so clearly a product of its time, if this came out twenty to thirty years earlier, it would be remembered as a noir masterpiece.
A Star Is Born (1976): Still solidly in the top three A Star Is Borns.
What's Up, Doc? (1972): I think I need to give this one another shot sometime, I was really not into what it was doing until the car chase or so, and then I finally settled into the whole 'purposely tropey and annoying and overwritten' vibe. I was also extremely tired when I watched it and it never lost my attention for a second, which is pretty impressive, so. One for the future rewatch pile!
Love in the Afternoon (1957): Funny enough in places and not without charm, but international playboy GCoops is just WAY too hard a sell.
Wind (2019): I cried! Screw you, Pixar!
Loop (2020): The representation is nice, but this kinda fell flat for me beyond the novelty. Glad it exists, though!
Un flic (1972): I really just needed to start the month with Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve being beautiful while heists happen. It's been rough.
Wuthering Heights (2011): I saw this not long after it came out, and I didn't recall the aspect ratio being quite so jarring; 4:3 just feels like such a waste of all those beautifully bleak grey landscapes, all sprawling and empty. That wound licking scene is still real gross. Also why are they wearing, like, Regency-era costumes?
The Juniper Tree (1990): Icelandic fairy tale quietude. Short enough that it doesn't get boring, and the last twenty minutes are kinda fucked up. And baby Björk! She's so little! Liked this one quite a bit.
Still (1978), Hinterland (1981), Aves (1998): A trio of shorts from Nietzchka Keene, to which all I could really muster was a hearty "huh, okay then."
The Fast and the Furious (2001): Following up my MCU rewatch with a Car X-Men one!! I can't believe these movies got so great that they retroactively made me love this stupid racing movie trash. BRIAN YOU ARE THE WORST COP EVER.