another day
So the Xfinity technician came by yesterday, shortly after 3:30. He checked the cable outlets in both the bedroom and the living room, did some sort of quick improvements on both, and after having done that as well as checking the modem and router, concluded he would need access to our building's cable room. Alan, the building manager, was not around at the time, so he has to come back. He said he would try to reschedule a visit during Alan's hours today between 4 and 6, but I still haven't heard back about it. I suppose I may need to call them about it, I'm not sure. My service is much improved at the moment anyway.
In any case, what struck me much more was how cute I found this guy to be. He wasn't hot exactly, and he had an Xfinity cap on as well as, of course, a mask—so much of his face was obscured. I still found myself attracted to him. He was tall, seemed pretty fit, and I could not tell how old he was, except to say there is no question he was much younger than I am. For all I know he was in his late twenties, but my best guess is somewhere between 30 and 35. The depressing thing is to consider that 30 is itself still 14 younger than I am. It's so weird to think about people who have lived long enough to have had plenty of life experience, in many cases even a lot more than I've had, and yet they are still quite a lot younger than I am now.
I never hear other people talking about things like this to the degree that I am regularly thinking about them. This mortality thing . . . I'm beginning to wonder if I'll just never get over it. Considering the state of global warming, I should probably make more of an effort to come to peace with it. Especially if President Fuckwit actually succeeds at the stunning amount of nefarious means he and his followers are already laying the groundwork for, to attempt staying in power. That man won't even commit to a peaceful transition of power. It's insane. It's also not in the least bit surprising, nor would it have been had we seen it specifically in 2016. Those of us with brains knew this man had zero moral compass. (I suppose not all of us realized how willing to go along with his shit the rest of the Republicans would be.) I never get over how the people who voted for him in 2016 . . . they literally voted for this shit. I suppose a lot of them felt they were simply voting against big-bad-scary Hillary Clinton, but the jaw-dropping idiocy there is also a separate conversation.
Anyway. The cable guy was cute.
Not a lot to report about last night. I didn't even watch all that much television. After the cable guy, I still worked for nearly half an hour later than usual. I then spent a fair amount of the evening kind of aimlessly failing to decide what to do with myself, even while I have plenty of projects to work on: cleaning up the mess of my iTunes Media music library; digitizing home video cassettes. I looked at the iTunes library for a bit but never really did anything with it.
I did watch a couple half-hour episodes of Dear White People, finally starting season three. They start off cheekily self-aware, more than once having a character say "Just like the third season of a Netflix show!" My favorite thing so far is how the characters are watching a show that is a highly exaggerated version of The Handmaid's Tale, its satire a pointed and effective criticism of that show's total lack of racial awareness: its whole premise is based on fascistic sexism and misogyny, and it never once even mentions racism, which is beyond preposterous. And the main character's best friend is Black! But said best friend only ever endures sexism and never any indication of racism in this world. It's one of many reasons I chose not to keep watching that show, which otherwise so envelopes itself in misogynistic misery that it damn near fetishizes it. I couldn't take it anymore. Anyway, the clips of Dear White People's version of the show are hilarious. I also loved it when Sam's white boyfriend sees her watching it and says, "Isn't that show a little white-feminism-y for you?" Indeed.
That was the only TV I watched, though. And Shobhit worked at Total Wine until 8:30, not getting home until closer to 9, and I just let him watch his news programs after that. I actually spent a little time reading this library book I have (one of two I've actually had at home since February) about Garry Shandling. I'm starting to wonder if I should burn through the whole series of The Larry Sanders Show. I always loved the concept but never saw much of it; I suspect I'd really enjoy it.
[posted 12:46 pm]