Weeknotes 225
Single issue
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It’s raining. I’m enjoying the cool London weather but I’m worried it won’t last.
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I had a disjointed week without much momentum. I felt suddenly nauseous at work on Thursday and came home to groan in bed all afternoon and most of Friday. I’m basically fine now with only the lingering tail of a headache. I hope this was a random virus rather than the harbinger of some new migraine-centric lifestyle.
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Yesterday I visited Black Cat for the last time. Its main staff are moving back to Spain and the co-op that runs it hasn’t been able to raise enough money to keep it going without them.
I found it surprisingly emotional to eat a final meal and say goodbye on the way out. Unlike the Shepherdess, which I associate with good times but bad food & service, Black Cat served genuinely excellent vegan meals in a welcoming and politically progressive environment. In hindsight it was a huge privilege to be able to pop in for lunch whenever I felt like it. I have so many happy memories there and I’m really sad I won’t be able to go back.
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I voted. I’m grateful to stopthetories.vote for helping me decide how best to vote on the single issue I care about.
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I watched Dune: Part Two at last. It’s good isn’t it? Epic, intimate, impressively legible, with remarkable restraint and clarity in its editing. This is what sci-fi blockbusters should be like. I’m already looking forward to the third film and trying not to get my hopes up too much about Rendezvous with Rama ever escaping development hell.
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It mainly made me want to see more Florence Pugh. I’ve got Midsommar lined up for a rewatch.
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I played enough of Dredge’s honest fish-related job simulator to recoup my demo progress, then played a bit further. It’s therapeutic fun but the mindless pleasure of the loot-upgrade-loot-upgrade cycle wore off after a few hours. I’ll probably come back and finish it at some point but I don’t feel compelled.
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Well, it’s a good job I didn’t wait for the Fallout 4 update.
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I ordered 48 posh toilet rolls from an online posh toilet roll supplier, then they sent the wrong kind of posh toilet roll, then I told them I’d received the wrong kind of posh toilet roll, then they apologised and sent me 48 more posh toilet rolls of the correct kind, so now I own 96 posh toilet rolls which is more than any human bum can comprehend. 🧻
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It was only after reading a beautifully passive-aggressive page on scotland.com — which I assume is Scotland’s web site — that I realised the animal in “there’s a moose loose aboot this hoose” is meant to be a small rodent rather than a giant deer. That makes more sense now that I think about it.