Weeknotes 212

Morning!

It’s been a very busy week.

I chose to hobble onto the bus and into the office for a team meeting rather than miss out. The black boot of shame made the journey tolerable and after two weeks stuck at home it’s a relief that I can get around when I need to.

My foot’s slowly healing. It still hurts but the pain no longer keeps me awake at night. (I do like to slumber don’t I?) If the trend continues it shouldn’t hurt at all in another week or two. 🤞🏻

The hospital sent the DICOM data I requested from this month’s X-ray and last year’s MRI. The files actually arrived within two days of me requesting them, which is impressive, and then it took me a week and a half to bother finding a way to view them, which isn’t.

There were no surprises in the raw X-ray since I’d already taken a decent photo of it, but I hadn’t even seen the images from the MRI before. They have an interesting aesthetic:

Looks a bit like a Kyle Cooper title sequence for a gritty thriller about, I dunno, an evil pianist.

When I got glasses last year to make reading easier, the optician said I’d also benefit from a second pair to improve my distance vision. Well, that’s exactly what someone who’s in the socket of Big Eye would say and I ain’t no mug so I ignored it at first, but I’ve now accepted that being able to read tiny text on my TV would probably help.

I ordered that second pair, and they arrived, and they were… identical to the first pair. So they’ve been returned and I’m waiting to get the frames back with (hopefully) different lenses in.

I finished Barry. It’s a great show, with excellent writing and performances, so I’m glad I watched it. It manages to be both conventional enough to be easily watchable and experimental enough to stay interesting.

The earlier seasons are straightforwardly funny, then towards the end it gets bleaker than I’d expected and fizzles out in some respects, although not necessarily in a bad way. Part of me wishes the last season was more like the previous ones, but its structural changes are justified and help to reinforce the themes of the whole story, so in general I feel satisfied with it. Well done everyone.

I also finished season two of The Traitors and found it compelling. It’s ideal trashy telly and the unnecessary drama reached an almost unbearable intensity in the final.

Of course the most important part of this show is the percentages. I ran my computer program so we can properly appreciate them:

And this time, inspired by the climax of the final, I ran it again with the knobs in different positions:

I’m concerned that one of the contestants in particular might never entirely recover from their experience, but since bad things happen in life anyway, maybe it’s better for them to happen in the artificial environment of a reality show — albeit with an audience of millions — rather than in actual reality where the consequences could be more serious. I dunno. Poor that person.

I saw a lot of smug online wallies saying that ██ would never have voted to ███ ██ if █ █ █ ███, and therefore that ███’s decision to ███ ██ was ignorant, but that is wrong! ███ disagreed with ██’s belief that there was ███ ███, and the decision was perfectly sensible given that assumption, so who’s ignorant now?!‽