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How Lovely It Is To Be Lovely ONE
Jan. 23rd, 2026 11:56 amJustine finally emailed me, so I can take being snubbed off my list of grievances and give my full attention to the coming snow-pocalypse—which is now up to 18 inches in every forecast, predicted to be light, fluffy, Currier-and-Ives snow, which is better than ice because there is less chance the power grid will go down.
I nagged Icky to get driveway plowing lined up when the storm finally ends.
I'll still have to dig out my car, which will be a pain in the ass, but doable.
The storm should be manageable, so long as we're not looking at a prolonged interval where the power fails.
I told the kiskas they needed to draw lots to see which one of them I'm going to sacrifice to the Power Grid Gods. But they are ignoring me.
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Other than that, got all my errands done yesterday. I am more likely to eat myself to death than to starve during the Coming Storm. Worked out very strenuously in an effort to exhaust all those Noradrenaline-secreting neurotransmitters! Came home, did a speed reread of Mary Lovell's The Mitford Girls and watched movies: Rental Family & Sentimental Value.
Rental Family is a very slight film, but it's about the social stand-in biz, a Japanese business model that deeply intrigues me. So I enjoyed it.
Sentimental Value is Ingmar Bergman for the 21st century a/k/a the Age of Infinite Content & Zero Attention Span. I kinda/sorta enjoyed it.
Tried to watch Marty Supreme & failed: I liked Uncut Gems a lot, so I was willing to forgo my strong, visceral aversion to Timothée Chalamet, whose head is so undersized for his body that he reminds me of those shrunken-head football players in the original Beetlejuice. But I just couldn't get into it.
The Mitford Girls is an unsatisfactory biography, but it's the only Mitford bio that's still in print. As previously noted, I am a huge Decca fan-girl, and I quite understand why Decca completely froze out the Hitler-loving Diana for 50 years. Mary Lovell does not. Mitford biographers in general seem to go very easy on Diana. Was it because she was so physically beautiful?
Dunno, but I fuckin' loathe her.
"How lovely it is to be lovely one," Diana once remarked, a comment her novelist sister Nancy promptly snagged & incorporated into The Pursuit of Love.
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I did absolutely no useful work whatsoever yesterday.
But I should try to advance Chapter 5 today.
I nagged Icky to get driveway plowing lined up when the storm finally ends.
I'll still have to dig out my car, which will be a pain in the ass, but doable.
The storm should be manageable, so long as we're not looking at a prolonged interval where the power fails.
I told the kiskas they needed to draw lots to see which one of them I'm going to sacrifice to the Power Grid Gods. But they are ignoring me.
###
Other than that, got all my errands done yesterday. I am more likely to eat myself to death than to starve during the Coming Storm. Worked out very strenuously in an effort to exhaust all those Noradrenaline-secreting neurotransmitters! Came home, did a speed reread of Mary Lovell's The Mitford Girls and watched movies: Rental Family & Sentimental Value.
Rental Family is a very slight film, but it's about the social stand-in biz, a Japanese business model that deeply intrigues me. So I enjoyed it.
Sentimental Value is Ingmar Bergman for the 21st century a/k/a the Age of Infinite Content & Zero Attention Span. I kinda/sorta enjoyed it.
Tried to watch Marty Supreme & failed: I liked Uncut Gems a lot, so I was willing to forgo my strong, visceral aversion to Timothée Chalamet, whose head is so undersized for his body that he reminds me of those shrunken-head football players in the original Beetlejuice. But I just couldn't get into it.
The Mitford Girls is an unsatisfactory biography, but it's the only Mitford bio that's still in print. As previously noted, I am a huge Decca fan-girl, and I quite understand why Decca completely froze out the Hitler-loving Diana for 50 years. Mary Lovell does not. Mitford biographers in general seem to go very easy on Diana. Was it because she was so physically beautiful?
Dunno, but I fuckin' loathe her.
"How lovely it is to be lovely one," Diana once remarked, a comment her novelist sister Nancy promptly snagged & incorporated into The Pursuit of Love.
###
I did absolutely no useful work whatsoever yesterday.
But I should try to advance Chapter 5 today.
