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2024-12-16 01:32 pm
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Gallimaufry

Not even going to bother numbering the Things, just gonna type until my job makes me resume working:

==> Woke up at stupid o'clock in the morning with a random leg cramp so bad that my howling woke up [personal profile] hypnagogie. It eventually calmed down and we both fell asleep again, but it's two days gone and still sore, although I can finally walk without shambling like a grue. Onward with the Advil and electrolytes.

==> I'm somehow done with Christmas shopping, more or less? Could y'all peek out your windows and see if there's like a plague of locusts or some such? 'Cause that shizz doesn't happen, like, ever.

==> Every year we make a point of watching every Oscar nominated movie in above-the-line categories (picture, director, acting, writing). Given how well The Substance is faring in preliminary awards contention, there's a good chance I'm going to find out which is stronger: my aversion to body horror, or my obsessive completionism. I suspect it's the latter. Hoo boy.

==> Addendum to the above: I did make it through Titane and a few other notables, so I'll probably be okay? Also, it's not like we never bail out of Oscar movies partway, so there is an escape valve. We made it 45 minutes into Blonde before the question of "Why are they subjecting us to this?" morphed into "Wait, why are we subjecting us to this?" and flipped to QI reruns.

I just bit my lip when I sneezed, so the Universe is telling me to wind this up. How's everyone doing?
slipjig3: (Default)
2010-12-24 05:40 pm
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Just hear those sleigh bells @&$%ing, ringing and jing ting @&$%ing tingaling too

First of all, let me state that yes, I do honestly and truly loathe 99% of all Christmas music with every filament of my mortal being. Sue me. No, it's not because of any lack of Christmas spirit or any impairment of my soul, but—and understand this is my own humble opinion—because it all sucks So. Very. Hard. (And not in a good way.) It all comes off as painfully mediocre: the classics are treated with unearned reverence, the new songs are schmaltzy and substandard, and everything is slathered with string sections the size of the Swedish navy and those #%@$ing jingle bells that are meant to fill us with memories of those horse-drawn sleigh rides that ALMOST NO ONE HAS EVER ACTUALLY DONE. And to make things so ever much more lovely, instead of listening to these songs for a few days or a week before the Big Day, we're subjected to it a month in advance, sometimes to the exclusion of all the music that doesn't inspire homicidal ranting.

That said, however, I must confess that there are a few seasonal tunes that fail to make me twitch and foam at the mouth. So in the interest of fairness, allow me to present a not-quite-exhaustive, but perhaps representative, list of Christmas Songs That I Don't Hate:

Fa la la f*cking la )