"Hey" I hear you say... "didn't we see this guy last week?". To which I would reply, yes, yes you did... but a thing happened that happens more than I would like in some cases... the day after posting it, I suddenly realised that his tattoo needed to be completely different and also that I wanted to lean into the full monochromatic costume a little more.
So now his tattoo has an in-universe reason for being there and a significance beyond "sailor". And I'm much happier with the outfit. Again, in-universe I think there is probably a long coat that goes with it. I had a vague idea about a big wolf fur coat, but all the jackets in Hero Forge are a dumpster fire, plus we don't have any fur coats for some reason. But I'm imagining something big and warm and fluffy and grey. And possibly with a hood.
I'm still pondering. There is definitely a jacket tho.
I also had a further conversation with Fluffy about certain details, and some thoughts I'd had during the week... so I'm definitely finding my way closer to the Finn of it all. The gender swap was definitely the right call.
Anyway...
Soup this week was tuna mornay. So, not actually soup. Once again, I forgot to buy cheese specifically to make the sauce into a mornay, but had half a block in the fridge, so just used that instead. Generally it was pretty good, I could still go harder on the spices honestly.
In Mini Media Reviews we start off with Fackham Hall, which honestly could have gone either way. It could have been one of those very stupid, run the joke into the ground comedies, and it is that on occasion, but they also know when enough is enough, so we got back to a joke only a couple of times instead of repeating it til it's no longer funny. And while a lot of the humor is very, very dumb, some of it manages to be smart at the same time. It was much better than I was expecting and quite enjoyed it.
Next up was Diamonds (or Diamanti in the original Italian). Honestly, the blurb for this absolutely does not do it justice. A beautiful movie within a movie about a group of women who makes costumes for movies. I also didn't realise until later that I'd seen one of this director's movies before... back in GayMovieFest 2012. Specifically The Turkish Bath. This is a much better movie overall.
Then the rest of the week was taken up with Lost in Space, the 2018 Netflix Original show. The first season anyway. I don't know that I'd bother with the rest of the show, which is good because not only does the library not have it, other reviews I've seen say it gets worse... and the first season is already a little confused about what it wants to be.
Because it spends the entire first season kind of getting to the "lost" part of the title. I mean, yeah, they're lost, but so is half the ship, on the same planet with them, it's only at the end that they get lost from everybody else.
And the show is not completely sure what it wants to be. You employ Parker Posey as Dr Smith, then make the character fucking horrible and the camp that Posey brings to it doesn't line up with the rest of the tone of the show. Then you make the characters often make really dumb decisions for people who supposedly went through a lot of fucking training to end up on another planet. And people do the dumb thing instead of, I dunno, talking to the other members of their family.
Visually it's stunning. They spent that Netflix money well. But they clearly didn't really spend enough of it on good writers. Everybody, acting wise, is doing the best that they can with what they're given, it's just that what they've been given is... not great.
So it was entertaining, but I'm not sad I only saw the first season.
I did, also, give up on Stray. I never went back to it, and then the library reminded me it couldn't be extended and I realised I didn't care. So it went back unfinished. Which is okay, I've seen other people play it.
Wednesday ended up being a complete waste of time because I had a doctor's appointment over the phone at 11:20am... guess what time they actually called me. Yep, you guessed it. 4:30pm. And, of course, it's not like the doctor actually apologised when he called. Just plowed straight on like this was the correct time. The assholery. The audacity. The disrespect.
But it was all basically fine, and we just put the issue off for another six months.
Otherwise it was something of a quite week... definitely compared with the last few.
Friday Night DnD was yet more wandering through passageways til we find thing to murder. What I'm finding amusing is everybody else at the table is having these wild reactions too the weird fucked up critters we're encountering, and my general reaction is "oh, yeah, that's cool". The body horror is neither bodying nor is it horroring. Which I'm fine with.
I will say that the latter half of this adventure just devolving into "enter this underground space, kill this monster, enter next underground space, kill that monster, repeat until heat death of the universe" is... kinda dull.
But at least we're getting the real fucked up critters now.
Anyway...
You know it's been a cold morning in a sequence of cold mornings when I go to the supermarket in a full hoodie and leave it on the whole time.
After the supermarket and the associated whatever, we did the Big W and Kmart run, partially because the sun was out and it was a nice day for it.... and the back window has been collecting condensation overnight a bit the last few days, so I wanted to really give it some proper sun.
We ended up getting the fitted sheets I've been looking for from Kmart. Meaning I can replace the one I ripped and I have one that matches the new bedding.
So a good run in general.
After Ma left I did end up having an unexpected gentleman caller... mostly unexpected because we'd arranged for him to swing by Sunday night... but he said he had to go past this afternoon, so why the fuck not. Will he also swing by Sunday... possibly. So yes, Slutty Winter 2026 continues.
On a slightly related note, it's always funny to me when, if you spend enough time on the right gentlemen's apps, you will eventually get to see the people you were friends with essentially three decades ago at this point fully bare ass naked. And you think to yourself... well, I definitely would have then, and I still definitely would, even though, or possibly because you're less skinny twink and more filled out dad bod... but also, that's a nice penis. It did, in fact, take large amounts of self control to not message him immediately. Will I if he shows up again? Well, it's not out of the question. Because why the fuck not. Will it actually lead to anything? Highly doubtful... but you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.
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