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captainsblogSo, Day Four, from the timely holiday wedding of the Twelve Days of Christmas with the Five Stages of Grief:
No calling birds, or more importantly plows, although we did just witness a couple of Amherst cops trudging by in the snow headed around the corner-
- likely doing triage before they sent a front-end loader to clear the middle of the street for the multiple police cars and fire department squad car that then followed it. No full-on fire truck or ambulance has come, at least that I saw.
As for the wedding guests on the Grief side of the aisle: Depression should be arriving shortly, but it’s gonna have to kick out Anger, who’s stuck here with Denial and Bargaining until we get plowed out. It’s also Boxing Day today, which is fitting because Anger would like to sucker punch every one of the hundreds of idiots who impeded the cleanup effort by going out in a driving ban and diverted resources when they got stuck.
You HAD to get to Grandma’s house and not make Baby Jesus sad, or to that Saturday afternoon Bills tailgate which just needed you, ban or no ban.
The snow’s accumulating again now, and nothing got plowed yesterday when the sun was out thanks to these morons. Driving ban remains in Amherst for now as well- same reason.
Our grocery list is also accumulating- Eleanor started a Page Two, which, pre-coffee and with the pen atop it-
- I thought said “dead bodies.” Boy, Anger REALLY needs to leave.
Only critical shortage on that list is dog food. I’ve measured out enough to get her through tonight and tomorrow morning. Plenty of cat fud, though, which she definitely won’t complain about.
Not that it's all Anger around here. Through the stupidity and the death toll- 27 at last report- come signs of true kindness and altruism. In city neighborhoods that don't need vehicular access like the Elmwood Village, some places have managed to open and invited in those in need. One, a newer bar and music venue I first discovered a few months ago, offered a free late breakfast yesterday to any first responders, utility workers or anyone who needed a warm fire and food. Before that, I saw this story:
and then found the further details on it just now, confirming the host is a dentist from right here in Williamsville:
A tour bus carrying 10 tourists, most from South Korea, who were headed to Niagara Falls, ended up getting stuck in snow during the blizzard. Imagine being from a different country, coming to see Niagara Falls, but instead, seeing snow, ice, and whiteout conditions. As much as the tourists were surprised by the situation they found themselves in, a Williamsville couple was just as surprised by the unexpected house guests they were about to have. Alexander Campagna, a dentist, shared a photo of what became maybe the most interesting blizzard holiday dinner ever in WNY,
(the one above)
The tourists included a couple from South Korea, who recently married and were on their honeymoon, two friends from Seoul, a college student from Indiana, and parents with their daughter.
To pass the time during the brutal blizzard, they watched the Buffalo Bills beat down the Chicago Bears. They also enjoyed a Korean dinner cooked by their guests. Campagna and his wife enjoy Korean food, so they had plenty of ingredients at their home. Replying to comments on his Facebook page, Campagna wrote, the one lady made use of a bunch of our defrosted chicken, korean spices/sauces, rice, and made a FEAST! They made use of ingredients we had: chicken, gochugaru, kimchi, green onions, soy sauce, mirin, rice wine vinegar, sugar.... made some amazing dish served with rice! annnnnnd there was the ramyum.
Sadly, my longago Korean roommates ruined kimchi for me, but all the same, I'm so glad they struck cole slaw.
----
I haven't been back out since yesterday's clearance special, though neighbors are now shoveling out to the street now that there's a path. I might do that, or I might just wait, since this whole event is supposed to be over tomorrow with temps up to 50F by the end of the week. Meanwhile, there's art and plenty of it! After I finished yesterday, Eleanor first microwaved my gloves to get the ice off them, and then installed them above where I'd put them to finish drying:
Also plenty of snowy artwork to go round: this formation on the outer wall of the greenhouse-
The greenhouse door either got left open or blew open in the blizzard, so it's about as snowy in there as out (but nothing is out there to grow in the winter anyway). I never got a photo of the dolphin-like formation in our picture window- it melted yesterday around the same time Tua did down in Miami;) And fortunately, we haven't been visited by snow Dementors like a gym friend of mine was-
My work was outside, while Eleanor, needing to keep busy herself, has been repainting the wall around the front picture window, that probably hadn't been updated in 15 years. We dodged a major bullet this morning: I'd moved the six-foot ladder to the side while she was removing the painter's tape from the edges of the wall, and either she or a cat must've jostled it and it came down with a crash. Blessedly, neither she, I, any of the animals or the bigscreen TV got hit by it, and it's now safely ensconced in the garage.
"Ensconced" is a memorable word from one of the films we've watched during all this: The Banshees of Inisherin on HBO, a bizarre but beautiful film set in the dying days of the 1920s Irish Civil War on a (nonexistent) offshore island of that name. Like other films from its director, it's got dark and difficult moments, but the acting is impeccable, the Carter Burwell score a joy to hear, and the cinematography and Irish scenery are amazing.
Haven't gone back to Glass Onion; last night, we tried the newish series Fleishman Is In Trouble on Hulu but found the (many)(very) annoying characters couldn't be overcome by the (fewer)(not yet totally) redeeming ones. It's also distracting AF that they named the title doctor character that without any explanation of what, if anything, they're homaging from Northern Exposure. Left with an early exit at 8 on Christmas night, I decided to sit down at last with the Not A Christmas Special ending Thirteen's run on Doctor Who.
And,....
The meta was betta than the plot itself. Chris Chibnall exits the showrunner's chair by cramming in about 70 minutes of Baddies' Worst Hits. You got yer Daleks! There's amped up Cybermen! Yes, Master! With mysteries and timeshifts galore! All, though, follows his standard storyline: Bad guys throw everything they've got at the Doctor, who, with her cleverness and her fam manages to comeuppance them all in the end before somebody important returns, arrives, leaves, regenerates or all of the above.
Here, we even get a Forced Regeneration, a trope going all the way back to the Second Doctor but used hardly if at all until this finale. It turns the Master into the Doctor without even a dissertation defense, mainly giving Sacha Dhawan about 20 minutes to re-enact "Sweet Transvestite" in Thirteen's clothes before she and her merry band put her back in her rainbow gear just in time to save the Earth again. The epic battle begins her unforced regeneration, though, but it's limited to just one hand until she can finish the job, do her TARDIS Ubering of everyone, hang out with Yaz one last time eating ice cream up top the box, and finally turn into the already announced first Black successor to a Numbered Doctor,.....
WHAT?!?
Okay, I'd already seen this bit. New showrunner Russell T. Davies is bringing Ten(nant) back as his temporary Doctor for the 2023 series of specials before Ncuti Gatwa takes over as the now-numbered Fifteen in the next full series in 2024. As if that wasn't enough of a callback, we already got to see four other prior Doctors (counting David Bradley reprising his reenactment of the original One) and numerous prior Companions in the main story and the cute support group scene at the end. Those moments, along with the heartfelt sense of love and loss that Jodie showed for her current and recently departed "fam," made the rather silly plot worth sitting through.
See you next year, FourTen or whatever your number is. Just don't go locking anyone in the basement of that thing; I doubt it's bigger than it looks down there.
----
Off to check the state of the plows. And as if we haven't had enough Doctoring here,....
Never be cruel, never be cowardly. And never ever eat pears! Remember – hate is always foolish…and love, is always wise. Always try to be nice and never fail to be kind.
No calling birds, or more importantly plows, although we did just witness a couple of Amherst cops trudging by in the snow headed around the corner-
- likely doing triage before they sent a front-end loader to clear the middle of the street for the multiple police cars and fire department squad car that then followed it. No full-on fire truck or ambulance has come, at least that I saw.
As for the wedding guests on the Grief side of the aisle: Depression should be arriving shortly, but it’s gonna have to kick out Anger, who’s stuck here with Denial and Bargaining until we get plowed out. It’s also Boxing Day today, which is fitting because Anger would like to sucker punch every one of the hundreds of idiots who impeded the cleanup effort by going out in a driving ban and diverted resources when they got stuck.
You HAD to get to Grandma’s house and not make Baby Jesus sad, or to that Saturday afternoon Bills tailgate which just needed you, ban or no ban.
The snow’s accumulating again now, and nothing got plowed yesterday when the sun was out thanks to these morons. Driving ban remains in Amherst for now as well- same reason.
Our grocery list is also accumulating- Eleanor started a Page Two, which, pre-coffee and with the pen atop it-
- I thought said “dead bodies.” Boy, Anger REALLY needs to leave.
Only critical shortage on that list is dog food. I’ve measured out enough to get her through tonight and tomorrow morning. Plenty of cat fud, though, which she definitely won’t complain about.
Not that it's all Anger around here. Through the stupidity and the death toll- 27 at last report- come signs of true kindness and altruism. In city neighborhoods that don't need vehicular access like the Elmwood Village, some places have managed to open and invited in those in need. One, a newer bar and music venue I first discovered a few months ago, offered a free late breakfast yesterday to any first responders, utility workers or anyone who needed a warm fire and food. Before that, I saw this story:
and then found the further details on it just now, confirming the host is a dentist from right here in Williamsville:
A tour bus carrying 10 tourists, most from South Korea, who were headed to Niagara Falls, ended up getting stuck in snow during the blizzard. Imagine being from a different country, coming to see Niagara Falls, but instead, seeing snow, ice, and whiteout conditions. As much as the tourists were surprised by the situation they found themselves in, a Williamsville couple was just as surprised by the unexpected house guests they were about to have. Alexander Campagna, a dentist, shared a photo of what became maybe the most interesting blizzard holiday dinner ever in WNY,
(the one above)
The tourists included a couple from South Korea, who recently married and were on their honeymoon, two friends from Seoul, a college student from Indiana, and parents with their daughter.
To pass the time during the brutal blizzard, they watched the Buffalo Bills beat down the Chicago Bears. They also enjoyed a Korean dinner cooked by their guests. Campagna and his wife enjoy Korean food, so they had plenty of ingredients at their home. Replying to comments on his Facebook page, Campagna wrote, the one lady made use of a bunch of our defrosted chicken, korean spices/sauces, rice, and made a FEAST! They made use of ingredients we had: chicken, gochugaru, kimchi, green onions, soy sauce, mirin, rice wine vinegar, sugar.... made some amazing dish served with rice! annnnnnd there was the ramyum.
Sadly, my longago Korean roommates ruined kimchi for me, but all the same, I'm so glad they struck cole slaw.
----
I haven't been back out since yesterday's clearance special, though neighbors are now shoveling out to the street now that there's a path. I might do that, or I might just wait, since this whole event is supposed to be over tomorrow with temps up to 50F by the end of the week. Meanwhile, there's art and plenty of it! After I finished yesterday, Eleanor first microwaved my gloves to get the ice off them, and then installed them above where I'd put them to finish drying:
Also plenty of snowy artwork to go round: this formation on the outer wall of the greenhouse-
The greenhouse door either got left open or blew open in the blizzard, so it's about as snowy in there as out (but nothing is out there to grow in the winter anyway). I never got a photo of the dolphin-like formation in our picture window- it melted yesterday around the same time Tua did down in Miami;) And fortunately, we haven't been visited by snow Dementors like a gym friend of mine was-
My work was outside, while Eleanor, needing to keep busy herself, has been repainting the wall around the front picture window, that probably hadn't been updated in 15 years. We dodged a major bullet this morning: I'd moved the six-foot ladder to the side while she was removing the painter's tape from the edges of the wall, and either she or a cat must've jostled it and it came down with a crash. Blessedly, neither she, I, any of the animals or the bigscreen TV got hit by it, and it's now safely ensconced in the garage.
"Ensconced" is a memorable word from one of the films we've watched during all this: The Banshees of Inisherin on HBO, a bizarre but beautiful film set in the dying days of the 1920s Irish Civil War on a (nonexistent) offshore island of that name. Like other films from its director, it's got dark and difficult moments, but the acting is impeccable, the Carter Burwell score a joy to hear, and the cinematography and Irish scenery are amazing.
Haven't gone back to Glass Onion; last night, we tried the newish series Fleishman Is In Trouble on Hulu but found the (many)(very) annoying characters couldn't be overcome by the (fewer)(not yet totally) redeeming ones. It's also distracting AF that they named the title doctor character that without any explanation of what, if anything, they're homaging from Northern Exposure. Left with an early exit at 8 on Christmas night, I decided to sit down at last with the Not A Christmas Special ending Thirteen's run on Doctor Who.
And,....
The meta was betta than the plot itself. Chris Chibnall exits the showrunner's chair by cramming in about 70 minutes of Baddies' Worst Hits. You got yer Daleks! There's amped up Cybermen! Yes, Master! With mysteries and timeshifts galore! All, though, follows his standard storyline: Bad guys throw everything they've got at the Doctor, who, with her cleverness and her fam manages to comeuppance them all in the end before somebody important returns, arrives, leaves, regenerates or all of the above.
Here, we even get a Forced Regeneration, a trope going all the way back to the Second Doctor but used hardly if at all until this finale. It turns the Master into the Doctor without even a dissertation defense, mainly giving Sacha Dhawan about 20 minutes to re-enact "Sweet Transvestite" in Thirteen's clothes before she and her merry band put her back in her rainbow gear just in time to save the Earth again. The epic battle begins her unforced regeneration, though, but it's limited to just one hand until she can finish the job, do her TARDIS Ubering of everyone, hang out with Yaz one last time eating ice cream up top the box, and finally turn into the already announced first Black successor to a Numbered Doctor,.....
WHAT?!?
Okay, I'd already seen this bit. New showrunner Russell T. Davies is bringing Ten(nant) back as his temporary Doctor for the 2023 series of specials before Ncuti Gatwa takes over as the now-numbered Fifteen in the next full series in 2024. As if that wasn't enough of a callback, we already got to see four other prior Doctors (counting David Bradley reprising his reenactment of the original One) and numerous prior Companions in the main story and the cute support group scene at the end. Those moments, along with the heartfelt sense of love and loss that Jodie showed for her current and recently departed "fam," made the rather silly plot worth sitting through.
See you next year, FourTen or whatever your number is. Just don't go locking anyone in the basement of that thing; I doubt it's bigger than it looks down there.
----
Off to check the state of the plows. And as if we haven't had enough Doctoring here,....
Never be cruel, never be cowardly. And never ever eat pears! Remember – hate is always foolish…and love, is always wise. Always try to be nice and never fail to be kind.
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