adventures in broken appliances part eleventeen, or, the warmth of refrigerators sans "d"
Bit of a rush: normal block for writing this was overtaken by trip to (INSERT LARGE HOME APPLIANCE STORE HERE) to buy a new fridge and a minifreezer to keep the frozen stuff frozen while we wait on the new fridge. Related: I loathe that "refrigerator" lacks a D and "fridge" requires one lest it be frige which looks like some type of half-assembled IKEA furniture without it; fuck american english.
Rewriting words that were written but are able to be rewritten with the benefit of an essential distance while installing said mini-freezer and more weekend fun. Fuck appliances too.
But at least I like words.
Started CLEO FROM FIVE TO SEVEN yesterday – my first Varda film, another cinematic crime in the wasteland of my personal microculture that I'm making efforts to rectify; I was hooked from the first scene. Will hopefully finish before fridge with a d delivery on Tuesday.
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