I went for a government-permitted walk, because I hadn't left the house in ten days and I'd started gazing wistfully out of the window like a cat or a Renaissance painting. Psychologically, it was a good decision, although I suppose whether it was epidemiologically a good decision remains to be seen.
I keep thinking how strange it'd be if you'd somehow missed the last three months. The slowly encroaching sense that something's very wrong and you don't know what it is.
Ah, what a beautiful sunny day. And the roads are so quiet, too!
The roads are... unusually quiet, actually.
I'm getting the strange feeling that people keep crossing the road to avoid me.
Wait, why is everything closed? The pubs are closed. The schools are closed. The churches are closed.
Are those people wearing masks?
Then you'd approach someone to ask what's going on, and they'd back away from you. I'm starting to feel sorry for this confused, unsettled person who only exists in my head.
We've been rewatching Community during lockdown; it's the most comforting show I know. It's both very funny and very warm. It has its cynical moments, certainly (and I think it started to lean more cynical as it went on, which is part of the reason I prefer the earlier seasons), but it's built around a genuine core of love and friendship.
I always thought the opening line of the theme song was 'give me some more time in a dream', but the subtitles say 'give me some rope, tie me a dream'. I prefer my mishearing, to be honest.
This rewatch has really reminded me of how much I love Jeff. Possibly 'ten favourite characters of all time' material. He's a disaster! He wants to be cool and selfish and uncaring, but he's plagued by a conscience and he's terrible at controlling his emotions! He loves everyone in that study group so much!
We also watched Netflix's documentary Tiger King, about the feud between a man who owns tigers and a woman who's attempting to ban the ownership of tigers (but still appears to own tigers). Tiger King was not comforting, but it was certainly an effective distraction from all the nonsense going on right now; it's absolutely surreal. Just much, much weirder than the premise could possibly suggest.
There's a part I think is worth giving a content warning for (unrelated to animal mistreatment, which almost goes without saying but takes up less of the documentary than you'd think): the fifth episode of Tiger King contains footage of the moment of a suicide. The death takes place offscreen, but you see the reaction of someone else in the room.
I keep thinking how strange it'd be if you'd somehow missed the last three months. The slowly encroaching sense that something's very wrong and you don't know what it is.
Ah, what a beautiful sunny day. And the roads are so quiet, too!
The roads are... unusually quiet, actually.
I'm getting the strange feeling that people keep crossing the road to avoid me.
Wait, why is everything closed? The pubs are closed. The schools are closed. The churches are closed.
Are those people wearing masks?
Then you'd approach someone to ask what's going on, and they'd back away from you. I'm starting to feel sorry for this confused, unsettled person who only exists in my head.
We've been rewatching Community during lockdown; it's the most comforting show I know. It's both very funny and very warm. It has its cynical moments, certainly (and I think it started to lean more cynical as it went on, which is part of the reason I prefer the earlier seasons), but it's built around a genuine core of love and friendship.
I always thought the opening line of the theme song was 'give me some more time in a dream', but the subtitles say 'give me some rope, tie me a dream'. I prefer my mishearing, to be honest.
This rewatch has really reminded me of how much I love Jeff. Possibly 'ten favourite characters of all time' material. He's a disaster! He wants to be cool and selfish and uncaring, but he's plagued by a conscience and he's terrible at controlling his emotions! He loves everyone in that study group so much!
We also watched Netflix's documentary Tiger King, about the feud between a man who owns tigers and a woman who's attempting to ban the ownership of tigers (but still appears to own tigers). Tiger King was not comforting, but it was certainly an effective distraction from all the nonsense going on right now; it's absolutely surreal. Just much, much weirder than the premise could possibly suggest.
There's a part I think is worth giving a content warning for (unrelated to animal mistreatment, which almost goes without saying but takes up less of the documentary than you'd think): the fifth episode of Tiger King contains footage of the moment of a suicide. The death takes place offscreen, but you see the reaction of someone else in the room.