dapperbandit
Banned
A new page.
Thank fuck.
I saw Inside Out today. It was good, several moments of feels, however it seemed like the execution did not live up to the concept, things get a bit muddled in the middle and there's a stuff in there that would fly a mile over most kids heads but wasn't particularly funny or interesting for adults either.
Final rating: DBTPN for Disjointed But Thought Provoking Nonetheless
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I realised today that perhaps the best motivator for me is TERROR.
Specifically, the terror of shame, humiliation or some other damage to my social capital.
We've been without hot water for roughly two weeks now and as much as I'm enjoying the Guantanamo Experience in 4D when I take a shower in the morning, I'd like it to get fixed. So we have a third plumber in now who has decided to just gut everything and replace the entire boiler. This is fine, I'm not paying for it. However, the plumber requires access to all our rooms. When my landlady informed me of this, my blood turned to ice as I gazed around my room at the towers of crockery, formations of empty beer cans and the general scattering of trash. .
Deciding no one can ever know what la vida dapper looks/smells like I turned the place upside down and now I feel great about my minor accomplishment.
So really all I need to turn my life around is to be routinely filled with fear and dread.
Thank fuck.
I saw Inside Out today. It was good, several moments of feels, however it seemed like the execution did not live up to the concept, things get a bit muddled in the middle and there's a stuff in there that would fly a mile over most kids heads but wasn't particularly funny or interesting for adults either.
Final rating: DBTPN for Disjointed But Thought Provoking Nonetheless
***
I realised today that perhaps the best motivator for me is TERROR.
Specifically, the terror of shame, humiliation or some other damage to my social capital.
We've been without hot water for roughly two weeks now and as much as I'm enjoying the Guantanamo Experience in 4D when I take a shower in the morning, I'd like it to get fixed. So we have a third plumber in now who has decided to just gut everything and replace the entire boiler. This is fine, I'm not paying for it. However, the plumber requires access to all our rooms. When my landlady informed me of this, my blood turned to ice as I gazed around my room at the towers of crockery, formations of empty beer cans and the general scattering of trash. .
Deciding no one can ever know what la vida dapper looks/smells like I turned the place upside down and now I feel great about my minor accomplishment.
So really all I need to turn my life around is to be routinely filled with fear and dread.