Igorrr “blastbeat falafel” - tho it’s not the only one from them that I tend to have on repeat.

The Guardian

Slip Kangourou

Not much to it outside of trying to convey “perfect by RPG standards, tropes and parameters (probably)”, but failed to “hit” me in any way.

Watching it, I was expecting to see something akin to a Franchise movie, where you may miss a bit or two if you’re not in on all the lore. But I was also expecting true entertainment with striking visuals, gripping storytelling, stuff like that

Imagine watching a spy movie. 20% in you have adversarial hierarchy, 30% in the car chase, 66% in the romantic pause, 80% in the unexpected traitor, 95% in the final hand-to-hand fight to avert the end of the universe or whatever… And it’s boring, but everybody around you is telling you it was so great because it’s got it all, the car chase the traitor the, the.

Doesn’t make a good movie.

It is so absolutely, terrifyingly horrible, many thanks for sharing.

I’ll never look at beans the same way from now on. Heck, I’ll never look at my microwave the same way.

Which is precisely the problem: I am not, and not only was I mildly bored, I also found the narrative to be just plain incoherent. It was obvious to me the story was driven by some Reference Guide on RPG stuff, and not on captivating an audience.

I guess it hit every nail on the head. That’s all it hit, actually.

Seemingly a cooking show with industrial shit and a microwave, I don’t. It must be british, is it not?

queijo

I though you where not serious, but in doubt I had a look. TIL!

We’re now 57. At age 25 my SO went to work for MSF in a really remote place - like, no road through the jungle, small airfield served by derelict Russian aircraft, and in the middle of that nowhere, a huge refugee camp serving 2 warring nations.

It’s something she needed to do.

The pay was shit, but the local expenses where null, with food and accommodation being provided; her entire salary went into calling once a week for about 20 to 30 minutes (if the phone lines worked). She wrote also, same rhythm like once a week, but I would usually get them as a bunch of 3 or 4.

I couldn’t write. Dunno why retrospectively, I just couldn’t. Not getting the phone calls was nerve-wracking of course.

She was good at what she did, so in order to have her stay beyond the scope of her original mission they offered a Logistics position to me so I could join her. As it happens, in these conditions that position was untenable & she didn’t want us as a couple to establish ourselves in such a hellish place.

She came back changed of course. But mainly, when she did move across the earth again a few years later, we went together.

Absolutely. And when bored (which is likely to happen), I’d visit Moorcock’s “Dancers at the end of times” universe, for the same carefree attitude, but in a much more spicy flavour

I work them, so I never just go and attend them - the experience is so much better when you’re “in”. I love the interaction, quite love the babysitting part of it even.

Also when I enjoy it, I will tell them & and it always work because artists know that if the local tech found them good, that same dude who see so much stuff day-in, day-out, it (probably) means something.

You meet jerks, of course. You learn to provide them with minimal service, but clean and decent for the public. You meet fantastic people who fail to make it through to the audience, and that’s heartbreaking. You learn to put 200% of yourself into a musical style you don’t enjoy because the dudes on stage are killing it and the audience is loving it - who cares if Jazz Manouche is the most boring, written down and set in stone style ever.

My most stupid interaction was, at the end of a programme that included both Chopin and Steve Reich, to tell the Reich’ piece clarinetist “sometimes, Chopin is boring. Especially in regard to Reich”. The Guy was in agreement lol.

Some magnificent pieces can be had for “only” used cars prices.

Lego’s (I can’t have enough, too expensive)
A full-sized bath (flat is pretty old, they did come with baths then, I love it)

You can’t deny what she likes ; what you can do is ask her to explain: what is it about it that resonates with her? Can we sit down, turn the volume way down, and spend a few minutes checking out her fav’s in that style while she tells you why she likes that stuff?

(The subtlety here is not asking her to justify herself, but to explain to that out-of-the-loop, quite-geriatric Dear Bro)

Her answers don’t matter much - what matters is asking her to view the topic critically, and verbalise it that so that you “get” that side of her.

Also, “I love you but I fucking hate that shit” can work you know.

Good luck.

By taking care of her. Take initiative, propose movies / games / ice-creams whatever. Things you like, things you think she’ll like. She’s having a hard time reaching out to you, do your best to reach out to her.

It’s not your fault, but it isn’t hers either. Try to have fun together, she’ll get to know how you work and you don’t one step at a time.

In short, like anyone else:

He’s absolutely right, and utterly annoying

Re-read your own words. This went from unhealthy to straight-up dangerous.

This is an excellent list, that proves that as an individual there are things you can do to feel right about the world surrendering us. I’ll add, tho I’m pretty sure you are probably doing it already, that I don’t buy anything from Nestlé, Coca Cola, etc like you’re avoiding amazon. Not buying from megacorps goes hand-to-hand to not using meta/google/apple/microsoft services I think.

There’s this brand of organic yogurt at my local shop that says “probably best before xx/xx/xxxx, but after that just lift the lid and have a sniff”

I think I remember 6 weeks as being absolutely fine once, and 3 weeks didn’t some other time.