Wild Men, Computer Issues And Animaniacs
Consequently, I slept late today. The wife was up and running at a decent time, having finally shaken off whatever was plaguing her for the entirety of Wednesday, so that's cool. I rousted the Yorkie and got the bed made, then was dressing when the wife got home. We bullshitted for a few, then she had some phone calls to make, so I left her to that and stepped out to grab myself a bite to eat.
When I returned I settled in to eat in the den and the Lawn Guys naturally turned up to do their normal routine, which usually involves them using leaf blowers for about an hour or so; not the most conducive environment to a relaxing meal. I watched another disc out of the Animaniacs set I've been poking through for nostalgia's sake, then the wife had to split for an evening meeting.
I filed a few things away in the Library, then pulled out the various materials I was planning on using to detail the various collages I have laying around littering the kitchen counter. The first (I shit you not) six pens I pulled out were all dead, which I suppose happens if you stop using things for about 3 years, so I tossed all of them in the trash, noted the one variety that still had some life in it and decided to go and pick up a few to have as spares, should this one crap out on me.
Having not made such a purchase any time in recent memory, I naturally went to the one (of two, mind you) art store in town that doesn't stock this particular brand, so I wasted my time there, then actually found them at my second stop. They are evidently now only available in a set of 5 different sizes, so fuck you if you only want the .05 size, buy several of these $10 sets if you need multiples of that size. I was pleasantly surprised to find that these fell into some oddball sale that they were having, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. The wife called me about dinner on her way home, so I gave her an order for a sandwich and headed home to meet her.
We ate while I popped in a loaner disc from Buckaroo Banzai, The Wild Man Of The Navidad, a quasi-Bigfoot type of story about a beastly creature lurking around the bottoms of the Navidad River here in Texas. It was pretty interesting, as the actors all appeared to be locals to a small town, and while some of the delivery was bad, it wasn't so awful that you didn't believe that they were some small town hicks, so I guess it all comes out in the wash. The creature itself is creepy enough, preying on hunters in the deep thickets as they redneck their way around in search of deer and there's a truly puzzling bit where our lead guy's live-in manservant type is clearly molesting the handicapped woman (the lead's wife) he's meant to be caring for. I dunno what purpose this serves, though it goes a long way towards giving the film the grimy, oddball drive-in feel that it's meant to have, so again, I guess it works in that capacity. It's a decent little flick if you know what your getting into, though I don't know if it'll change your life or anything.
The wife excused herself during the film, as she'd been having connectivity issues with her brand new computer in the afternoon, so she spent most of the evening in tech support hell, eventually halfway yelling at some Indian man in God knows where when he as much as refused to acknowledge that there could possibly be any issue with their service. I kinda checked in on this progress from time to time, and got a little antsy when the router became subject to scrutiny, as I'd only recently got everything connected again earlier this week. The wife and I also kinda danced around an argument ourselves, as I think the whole hassle of the tech stuff puts us both on edge to the point that we're super sensitive about anything. I think all of that is settled as I type this, though we had a weird few hours in the late evening.
Finally, I find myself feeling kinda blah tonight, due in no small part to the earlier hassles, and because I have these weird moments of doubt when I start to think about what I'm doing with my life, as well as what I'm adding to anything at this stage, which makes me just give a big shrug on all levels, to be perfectly honest. The real Catch-22 of this line of thought is that I'm not a motivated enough person to run out and change to world or make a lot of effort to change anyone or anything, so I'm essentially getting down on myself for something I don't give a shit if I contribute to in the first place. I guess this kind of thing occurs to me when I realize that the wife spends her entire life volunteering and trying to do things for other people, which makes me feel like my own interests or time sinks are as important as that dried up piece of dogshit near the dumpster out back. This is something that kinda comes and goes in my emotional life, so I'm sure it will pass. I think the thing that I hold closest to my heart is the fact that I don't feel like anything I like or do is even vaguely important, yet I'm enough of an egotistical cunt to continue doing it, if only out of spite.
(That last sentence may be the most honest thing I've ever written, anywhere.)
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Errands, Lunch, Lawn Guys, Shopping, Art Supplies, Dinner, Movies, The Wild Man Of The Navidad, Computer Issues, Frustration, Vague Depression