MAY 7 — rabbit food

no lies, I video chatted with a bunny today

Here is my favorite recipe for carrots. I didn’t cook it today, but my mom asked me to send it to her, so I had it open in a tab on my computer when I sat down, not sure what I wanted to write about today. It’s a really great recipe for carrots. My partner doesn’t like carrots very much, but they like these. It’s real simple, and a great way to use up baby carrots that have been in your fridge too long. I think it’s the sesame oil that really makes it special — that’s the part I wouldn’t have thought of on my own. 

WHAT I WATCHED YESTERDAY

Gus and I rewatched The Adventures of Tintin, which we saw in 3-D when it came out. It’s a very pleasant movie that has weirdly has both really amazing action scenes while being generally bad to look at. It’s a perfectly okay movie, which is almost disappointing, because it’s Spielberg, and it’s Tintin, and it’s easy to imagine how great that could be. But instead it’s just fine. It’s a nice time, if not astounding, or terribly memorable, and that’s fine. We just wanted to watch something light on while we ate dinner.

Sometimes you watch things because your friends are watching them, which is how I wound up watching the entire first season of The Terror over the past day and a half. It’s based on the Franklin expedition getting lost in the arctic, and since nobody knows what really happened, they decided to add a giant mystic beast as well, because why not? I had a good time with this show. I knew going in that everybody dies, so I didn’t get too attached, and was just able to sit back and let it all happen. There’s lots of good acting, and it all looks very impressive. There’s a chaotic gay villain, who I enjoyed quite a bit, although there is the usual question of whether shows that are primarily about straight people deserve gay villains. Overall, I really enjoyed it. I had a really fun time spending ten hours watching these men die in the arctic instead of thinking about anything else.

I’d say it’s more spooky than scary, but there’s still enough horror in it that I wouldn’t recommend it to my father, who likes slow stories about people on ships, but can’t stand jump scares. I watched it right before bed the last couple of nights, and I worried a bit about giving myself bad dreams, but then I thought about how the last couple dreams I remembered were about doing innocuous/pleasant things with my grandmother, who died several years ago. And waking up after that left me in a weird mood, and really, I think I’d rather actual proper nightmare about freezing to death or cannibalism or whatever over anything that has to do with my real life. Which, I realize is a weird thing to say, but I’m trying to be honest, and I’m trying to explain why I watched this show. Which, yeah, my friends have been watching it, and critics have been talking about it, it’s been having a little moment. But why are we all interested in stories where people slowly die in horrible ways? Because there’s something good at looking at horrible things that are far away from you, separated by history and science, instead of looking at the horrible things that are close by.

PICTURE OF MY CAT

He was staring at me like a weirdo.

SONG OF THE DAY

After posting that Drug Church song yesterday, I got sucked into thinking about Self Defense Family, a band I love. They’re like seventeen weird punks, and no member has both played on all their records and played all their shows. Drug Church is the side project of their “lead singer,” and I like them fine, but I love Self Defense Family because they just sound like so many different things, which makes sense when your band is just a dozen weird punks. They have an album called Have You Considered Punk Music? which is a great question that I ask myself and other people all the time. Have you considered punk music? They also have a called “wounded masculinity.” Of course I love this band. Picking one song is hard, because they work in so many different modes, but this is probably my favorite song, and a better piece of narrative short fiction than many things I had to read for school. 

And then here is a second song because I lied, I couldn’t pick just one. Why should I pick one song when they’re like twenty-seven people.