Not really, more of a Shakespearean tragedy in that everybody dies violently in the end.
I was riffing on some of the comments that quote the movie, In Bruges. The “it’s like a fucking fairy tale” is one of the recurring lines in the movie as the plot becomes increasingly surreal and each new character is revealed as a horrible person.
The joke is that old town Bruges really is a fairy-tale city: canals, gingerbread-like houses, tiny beautiful gardens, historic architecture. And I have yet to encounter any Irish hit men here. Plus the movie is great and you can see my office for about two seconds in one of the scenes.
So come on over. At the moment, requests for political asylum are being taken very seriously in .be in particular and in most parts of the EU generally. The rising tide of American neo-fascism is a real fear to people who have seen it happen before.
It was a huge move for us, and not without problems, and it took a year of planning and preparation. But we’ve settled in and are enjoying our life, frenetic though it is. All in all it’s been great. We who try to live our dreams are eternally satisfied.
Moving along from the Rock Star thread… “shopping as a pass time” has always annoyed the crap out of me. Especially when there are guilt trips added in, like “but if we don’t buy regularly from these speciality shops they’ll go out of business” or “we’ll just hang out; it’ll be fun.”
Christ. We have enough beading\jewelry stuff we could OPEN a specialty shop.
I’m hopeful it is finally up on the “to be gotten rid of” list as it hasn’t been touched in months.
But, yes, the number of board games I have from, “If you don’t buy from your FLGS, they’ll go out of business” is depressing. Especially the ones that have had the plastic wrap removed, but none of the pieces popped out. I need friends who are willing to try new games.
I’ve got that too, but since it all fits in 4-5 storage boxes I’m not worrying about it yet.
I finished at 6 bags in the garbage today. I estimate that’s about halfway done. Basically, if it’s not permanently mothproofed, nor dishcloth cotton, nor with a specific project in mind, it’s going.
I do like Marie Kondo’s book and its dictum that everything you own should “spark joy” (does toilet paper spark joy? It sure as hell does if you’ve ever run out, and I have). This yarn was sparking guilt, anger, and sadness. My grandmother always insisted yarn should be neither thrown out nor given away, but I think she was also a lot better at planning her projects, and I’m pretty sure she turned down yarn if she knew she wouldn’t use it.
I feel for you. That’s where I’m at (even after dumping the 6 garbage bags today, still at) with the yarn. Most of the yarn was in open baskets, which seemed like a nice idea to the person who bought me the baskets, but the truth is that just makes for dusty yarn and no chance of stacking vertically.
