Blackout city

So I just had my first electricity meter blackout for the first time since I moved in twelve years ago. I did keep telling myself to check the balance, as it felt like it’d been a while, but I obviously left it too late. Then it turned out to be super-humid outside, so I was soaked by the time I got back from the cornershop. And it wasn’t even raining. Oh and I nearly got run over in thee street, as a van stopped to let me cross the road, which I never go for as it is very dangerous, but I was all like “Fuck it, I just want to get home and make a sandwich”. Dear All Drivers, if you see a blind person trying to cross the street, DO NOT stop to let them cross, as some impatient idiot behind you not paying attention will overtake you and kill said blind person. Trust me, if a disabled person is out by themself, they know what they’re doing. Love, Every Visually Impaired Person on the Planet x

To give myself a little credit, regardless of how low or high the balance was, I had intended to go out to get a top-up today anyway. I just wasn’t expecting the meter alarm to go off while I was still on my first coffee and watching The ‘Burbs, the DVD of which just turned up today, as I wanted to see Wendy Schaal AKA Francine Smith in real live action. She’s essentially playing the same character as she voices in American Dad: a ditzy housewife married to a gun nut who has an American flag on his lawn. Schaal’s most important contribution to… well… the universe is giving birth to her daughter Kristen, who is officially one of my all-time favourite people. I actually dug out the 2011 Muppets soft-reboot yesterday, as I found out Kristen was in it. I tried watching the film years ago, but the first ten minutes, with the whole Pee Wee-style Samlltown thing, put me off. If your film predominantly features a cast of talking puppets, then you need to keep everything else very grounded in reality. With MORE Kristen Schaal. And Rashida Jones.

Erm… where was I?!

Oh yes, so I nearly got run over, but didn’t, and now I’m safely back home typing this. I also had delivered the boxset of the recent Godzilla film series. I did watch the one with Bryan Cranston, but lost interest after that. If you’ve seen that film, you’ll understand why. YOU DON’T TEASE MORE BRYAN CRANSTON THAN YOU GIVE. Anyway, it kinda took me by surprise that they’ve made four sequels, so I’ll have to have a kaiju movie marathon one night this week. Or leave it until Halloween. Or New Year’s Ever.

Wow, there are A LOT of party nights I’m planning on staying in for, aren’t there?!

Hmmm, what else?!

Oh yes, the new cooker is still letting out a horrible smell. Apparently this is normal, and the user manual should mention this, but the two halfwits who brought the damn thing failed to include it. These people get paid, you know. Weird, isn’t it?

I’ve started writing the second chapter of my new creative writing project, so keep an eye out for that. I included a link to the story’s dedicated blog in my last post. Chapter Two should be up by the end of the week, unless I decide to get battered before then.

Right, I think I’ve calmed down now, after all this morning’s excitement/anxiety. I best go back to watching The ‘Burbs.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!

P.S. The sandwich, on bagel, I made once I got home from the cornershop turned out to be very nice.

P.P.S. The title of this entry is a reference to this, the greatest song ever recorded by a conscious human: