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Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father
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This was last night's movie to watch. I promised myself I would stop watching junk films - this was to be the start of that routine. It had been on the list for a while, and I had forgotten about it, somehow came across it and gave it a go.
Now, firstly, this is not a great film. It is not about being a good film, it's a documentary, it's about a person, about people, community, and celebrating their relationships with one another.
It's about more than that, and - as you may have not watched it I'll talk more about it after the "read more" link below. Warning - spoilers below - ensure you've seen the film before proceeding:
Gordon Ramsay Sex Dwarf Found Dead in Badger Sett
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Just recently this popped into my head, I don't know why.
Link: https://www.gawker.com/5839596/gordon-ramsays-porn-dwarf-double-eaten-by-badger
God, I miss quality journalism. The news these days just stinks.
The Dentist: 1
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Now, Yesterday, the day I'd been dreading, long, long overdue trip to the dentist.
Misery squared, an hour and a half of drilling, fillings, the smell of burning bone, suction, mouth - ugly mouth filled with broken and tobacco stained teeth, getting hammered upon, patches of low anesthesia, topped up....
And an hour and a half later, mouth frozen and still stuffed with bloody gauze, and I'm done.
Fucking hell.
All that said - it was misery, but they were remarkably quick and efficient. And while there will be more trips that was by far the worst of it.
The July Long weekend will be now spectacularly long, tourists served by a jack-o-lantern, but - sometimes it's necessary.
Now to work on quitting smoking...
The Last 2 Days
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Tuesday, Wednesday, at the thrift shop. Tuesday riding truck, to the dump, the recycle, load up new donations, bring to shop.
It's not so bad, the driver, he stops at every gas station he passes to go to the bathroom, buy junk food, just take a break...
He's pretty laid back. The conversations, the same, about how nothing ever gets done at the thrift shop, about how underpaid this job is, etc, etc.
The day passes.
Wednesday, in the shop, now unpacking, sorting, all day long, the donations that have come in, it's an unstoppable tide. I've made Michael a going-away t-shirt, "painted it myself", ridiculous, he in turn has found a pewter prospector/donkey on a big chunk of Pyrite, so we're in a way even.
And - by 4:00 I'm done, until the fall at least, where I'll be content to do this on a volunteer, less full-time basis.
My summer draws nearer and nearer...
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