...what you think I'm gonna talk about. Write about.
But that's just the thing, perhaps if I write about the thing everyone thinks I'm going to write about, then that might be just the thing people would never expect me to talk about. Write about.
Again I was facing the darned thing of selecting the right photos for my next post. And it's hard. No. Actually it isn't hard, it's haaaaaaard!
There are the shitty photos that I'd like to post anyway, then there are the good photos or sometimes excellent photos, but unfortunately there are so many almost alike but not quite, and I can't decide which I want. And then there's the post-editing process. Do I want this thing to be in this corner or that thing, should I make the green less green or perhaps darker, should I cut this a bit from the top or the bottom. And after I've decided something and I compare that to the original, I start to think that my changes are shit and futile and unnecessary and that I should start all over again.
It's like going to the grocery shop or a cafeteria to search something tasty to eat with coffee. Desert. "That cake has chocolate, oh goody, but then again it doesn't seem to have anything else than chocolate and I think if I wanted that much chocolate I would buy just that, chocolate. Melt it and pour it in to my mouth. I wan't some cream in it too, or perhaps a cheesecake or... or.. or.. perhaps then again some biscuits, no, too dry, I'll take the cheesecake... But it looks so heavy... Now I know! I want something with berries! Fresh berries... but then all the tiny strawberry and bilberry and raspberry seeds will be stuck to my teeth gaps for the rest of the day... This is so hard! I'm going to take that citrus cake." And when eating it: "Why did I take this! It's too dry and too sweet and it has no chocolate or berries! Such a bad decision I made! Why did I do that?"
So many times, hours and hours were wasted. And for what. Absolutely nothing. Could have done something more constructive. But always, before I know it, morning turns in to day, day turns in to an evening, and evening turns in to night. One day turns in to two, three and several days. And me doing futile things to photos that should have not been changed that much to begin with or should have just been deleted.
Days would go by so much slower if I would spent them doing something productive. Or better yet, do something productive in a place where I would have zero options. Like a prison. Forced labour. Doing laundry. Actual laundry, not like... money laundering. Because, well, I suppose that would be really hard to do in a prison.
Tv-series Ozark is a good continuum to Narcos, Narcos Mexico, El Chapo and Better Call Saul. I've seen the thumbnail and watched the Netflix trailer several times, but wasn't convinced with it and didn't start to watch it. Until now. They must have changed the trailer because for me, the immediate decision to watch it, was when Wendy, the family mom said to their kids that they moved because "Your father launders money for a Mexican drug cartel". I don't know why, but it seems that I'm stuck with tv-series about drug cartels now. This period of my life could be referred as my drug cartel time.
Just finished season 3 last episode of Ozark and I have to say that I'm really impressed. Actually the first episode did it for me. There was no "Oh, let's see if this delivers in the second episode" or "Perhaps this gets better in episode 3". No. It was captivating from the very first seconds. The things that does it for me in a tv-series or a movie is a good script that has characters in it that are all not stupid and who do not act like they don't have any personality. And they need to be believable personalities.
The thing is that people do not change easily. Or if they don't want to change. So that also applies in make belief life. In stories. In movies. And although there are also people who seem to be stereotypical, clich茅s, stupid or evil, they always act like that because of the lives they have lived. And if that lived life doesn't show on that characters actions in that story I am following, and if that character does not stay true to their personality and to the realities of that story, the story is most probably badly written and usually the brightest or the best actors or director can not save it.
So I am sorry I have to say this, all you The Witcher fans. I just couldn't continue watching it. I made it to the end of episode 1. That's it. And I am a fan of fantasy and sci-fi. But this one was just pure crap. I am sorry to say this but it was. And I'm not ready to give it a second change.
So there you have it. The truth.
Here's more cuddly bumblebees and bees or what ever they are on pretty flowers for you to ease your hurt feelings.