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Ow, my neck
Jan. 16th, 2024 04:55 amFunny, I thought going back to embroidery would fuck with my hands but no, it's my neck that is protesting. Rude. I'm at that stage in learning where I've just figured out that the pattern I've got is lying to me about a) what the colors included will look like and b) which stitches I should be using for certain things. Since I'm still new, having taken a fairly large break last year, I'm trying to figure out whether my instincts are worth listening to on certain things. So now I've got a part of my work that looks like absolute ass but I'm likely gonna keep it as is to show future!me what it looks like (at least at my current skill level).
Since I work better when I have something to listen to in the background, I decided to pause the slow going on the Xena rewatch and pivot to Murder, She Wrote. I eventually stalled out after several hours because duh, and this evening Mums and I finished The Night Agent, which she'd started watching maybe last weekend? This was after Sunday night and Mom finishing Reacher season 1 while I listened and would occasionally spin around. For two shows that have a similar vibe, I definitely preferred Night Agent. Possibly because the first time I turned around for that one, it was in time to see our hero try and jump over something after being involved in a bombing, and instead of managing to fly perfectly over, he winds up eating asphalt because of course he would. Reacher was like watching the grown adult dude version of with ~action figures~, where dude just magically goes everything right, all the time, is never wrong, and never once for a moment do you doubt how it's gonna end. Night Agent? You could have convinced me at various points that Peter was gonna fail or die and I'd have bought it, even if he was the star. His habit of trying to do more than he was physically capable of and thus found himself gravity's bitch was particularly fun to watch and never once seemed like too much. I need more action heroes eating shit instead of being magically perfect, dammit.
And spending the entire time wondering WHY the male star looked so familiar only to finally look him up and realize he was on an episode of The Middle is cracking me up and I don't know why.
Since I work better when I have something to listen to in the background, I decided to pause the slow going on the Xena rewatch and pivot to Murder, She Wrote. I eventually stalled out after several hours because duh, and this evening Mums and I finished The Night Agent, which she'd started watching maybe last weekend? This was after Sunday night and Mom finishing Reacher season 1 while I listened and would occasionally spin around. For two shows that have a similar vibe, I definitely preferred Night Agent. Possibly because the first time I turned around for that one, it was in time to see our hero try and jump over something after being involved in a bombing, and instead of managing to fly perfectly over, he winds up eating asphalt because of course he would. Reacher was like watching the grown adult dude version of with ~action figures~, where dude just magically goes everything right, all the time, is never wrong, and never once for a moment do you doubt how it's gonna end. Night Agent? You could have convinced me at various points that Peter was gonna fail or die and I'd have bought it, even if he was the star. His habit of trying to do more than he was physically capable of and thus found himself gravity's bitch was particularly fun to watch and never once seemed like too much. I need more action heroes eating shit instead of being magically perfect, dammit.
And spending the entire time wondering WHY the male star looked so familiar only to finally look him up and realize he was on an episode of The Middle is cracking me up and I don't know why.