So I had a messy apartment. Then I discovered Unfuck Your Habitat, and worked hard on it, and had a less messy apartment, and lo, it was good. Then I got pretty depressed (again) and had a messy apartment (again). I’m less depressed now, and have more free time to boot, so it’s back to unfucking. I’m trying to ease in slowly, because that way lies sustainable momentum, and also: it’s the weekend. Come on.
So I set my alarm for 20 minutes, and attacked the coffee table:
(with bonus supervisory cat!)
In less than 20 minutes, I had this:
(with a different supervising cat; apparently it was shift-change time.)
And I had enough time left on the clock to gather up something for a return to Radio Shack, put all my shoes and scarves away in the closet, throw away some junk mail, and get myself a glass of ice water as a reward for all that hard work. Yes!
SOOOOO I finally got my hands on a DVD of The Hobbit and I’m rewatching it now. It has its flaws, obviously it does (we will not speak of Radagast and his bunny sled, we simply will not), but I’m at the “riddles in the dark” scene and
Pitch-perfect. Spot on. All the synonyms, everything I imagined when I read it for the first time at age eleven, et cetera. Ack, I can’t stand it.
(Also, I’m beginning to find Martin Freeman inexplicably attractive—hot, even—and I’m not sure what to make of that because he is so not my type. And yet. AND YET.)
(Admittedly, his hobbit wig is not his best look.)
This. Is. Fabulous.
The rosettes on the hub caps are killing me, seriously.
It’s Awesome Transportation Day on Geyser of Awesome!