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Last night I should have gone to bed early because my internally imposed wake-up call is 5:30 am -- even with the eye mask and a later start on Wednesdays -- but instead I watched the last episode of Chernobyl with S. and LB. Which. Hell. Is very fine television and very grim humanity.
No spoilers -- just scattered thoughts (tm).
Anyway, when I got home I went 'round to get my laundry out of the downstairs dryer, but the landholder said it wasn't working. She very kindly offered to dry my clothes in her dryer.
Listen, if I'd known someone else was going to see my laundry, I would have washed something else. I'd have thrown out all of my clothes, bought new clothes, and washed those.
It was late, though, and there wasn't really an option, so I said thank you.
This was embarrassing enough, but when she brought the dry clothes back to me an hour later, she had FOLDED them.
No one should fold my clothes. My clothes are disgusting. Do you fold the werewolf's smelly pelt? You do not. You burn it in a fire.
My only window of denial was that she'd dump everything in and out of the dryer without looking, but I was not to have even this illusion.
Also, I may have broken a small portion of my right wrist, my writing wrist. I had three (3!) X-rays last Friday and the doctor didn't see anything, but -- some other person? -- was going to look at them, and yesterday the clinic called to ask me to come in for possibly a CT scan.
I did it in one of those nothing moments, jumping down from a bit of cliff to a bit of beach and jamming my wrist for a moment in the process. It didn't hurt at the time, but I had that uneasy this doesn't feel right awareness, and certainly something is wrong with it. (So I am typing you a long message about it, because. Denial.)
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No spoilers -- just scattered thoughts (tm).
- All about fake news, in its way, of course, and a parable for other kinds of denial -- and as S. says, the things that can't be denied away, like radiation. (Or tsunami, or.)
- I hadn't realized the scope of the damage around Chernobyl, but then that's part of the point.
- The sound design is incredible (almost too good) -- and with this and other less tangible cleverness the show creates unbearable tension out of drama that is 99% bureaucracy and 1% action.
- It's on the side of science, which makes me want to sit everyone possible in front of it.
- Stellan Skarsgård and Jared Harris have this surprising and pleasurable chemistry.
- Minor quibbles only -- the actors are not supposed to be doing accents, but they can't quite help, faintly, doing accents. And ( ok, minor spoilers ) thingy.
- I'd like to teach the series as a class text if I could think of a way to do that. At five episodes, it's not too big an ask timewise.
Anyway, when I got home I went 'round to get my laundry out of the downstairs dryer, but the landholder said it wasn't working. She very kindly offered to dry my clothes in her dryer.
Listen, if I'd known someone else was going to see my laundry, I would have washed something else. I'd have thrown out all of my clothes, bought new clothes, and washed those.
It was late, though, and there wasn't really an option, so I said thank you.
This was embarrassing enough, but when she brought the dry clothes back to me an hour later, she had FOLDED them.
No one should fold my clothes. My clothes are disgusting. Do you fold the werewolf's smelly pelt? You do not. You burn it in a fire.
My only window of denial was that she'd dump everything in and out of the dryer without looking, but I was not to have even this illusion.
Also, I may have broken a small portion of my right wrist, my writing wrist. I had three (3!) X-rays last Friday and the doctor didn't see anything, but -- some other person? -- was going to look at them, and yesterday the clinic called to ask me to come in for possibly a CT scan.
I did it in one of those nothing moments, jumping down from a bit of cliff to a bit of beach and jamming my wrist for a moment in the process. It didn't hurt at the time, but I had that uneasy this doesn't feel right awareness, and certainly something is wrong with it. (So I am typing you a long message about it, because. Denial.)
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