Advised repair schedule: reboot startup disk, offline for thirty-six hours, and replace head

[sovay]

The trouble is that when I manage to get a day in which I do nothing except lie around and read and occasionally glance at the internet and go back to lying around reading—and now intermittently thinking about rewatching Hans Christian Andersen (1952)—I feel that I am wasting time. I am not writing poems. I am not writing stories. I am not writing movie reviews. I am not working my paying job. I am not looking for supplementary work, of which God knows I need some. The Protestant work ethic is killing this country as we speak and I'm not even Protestant and it has been a demonstrable fact for years that if I do not get time by myself, unplugged, unstructured, not interacting in any fashion including the internet, I go nuts. And yet I feel like I'm wasting my time. Time I can't afford. Time running out. Avoiding my way through the end of days. Title of this post determined by my current mood, not by what I'm watching.

Comments

[muffyjo]

Having recently rewatched Hans Christian Andersen, specifically, I was rather horrified by the misogyny and the brutality in the message about how it is ok to hit your spouse, if you really love them you see. Still has great tunes but was wearing on the soul to lose the glossy joy of it from my childhood.

[sovay]

Still has great tunes but was wearing on the soul to lose the glossy joy of it from my childhood.

I will keep that in mind if I try it again. Thanks for the heads-up.