Add to the cold the demise of the beloved flatscreen LG. Did I make the right decision in not going ahead with the repairs? OK, a new screen would have cost €400. I know there are 36" tvs around at the moment that cost €399, decoder integrated ( but interactive- I don't think so?) and you know I always reason that once something has gone wrong, something else will surely follow. Stef points out quite rightly that all of the new models ( within our budget) have black plastic skins ( unlike the silvered non plastic departed) and seem to have integrated speakers and no dolby ( unlike etc) I, who once was so decisive and stuck by my decisions whether I had second thoughts or no, now feel incapable of making the right decision over anything. At some point this weekend I had to call in Stef for the final word on where to position a vase of flowers for goodness heavens sake.
And these tiny weeny things spread out ripples that turn back into the Tsunami of the Big Bad Decision that largely ( no, entirely) rests upon my shoulders. Did we do right to move here? Every day I regret it for at least a couple of hours - balance that against the few minutes every once in a while that I think it isn't so bad after all. Maybe it's the weather and I'll feel ok again about it all when the sun starts shining. Maybe I won't. See? I just can't decide.
I bought and watched Quantum of Solace last night and what do you know, I can't make up my mind about that either. Was it because I watched it on our small notflat screen tv that I couldn't visually decipher the extreme action sequences? Am I out of touch with the language of film? I remember watching The Prince of Tides with mum years ago and I could tell that she couldn't 'read' how the flashbacks were presented - is that happening to me? Is Thelma still editing Scorcese? Surely is she is, then I should be able to follow a carchase? I know I didn't like Q of S as much as Casino Royale anyway. It seemed to me that Daniel Craig only spoke about 10 words in the whole film and his Bond was more frightening than Jason Bourne. You certainly wouldn't want these two painting your apartment anyway. Speaking of which - one wall soft dark grey or soft mink brown in every room - still not decided hahaha.
One enormously bright spot in a miserable week - I got 3rd place in my first Polyvore comp. I was ridiculously pleased and after some poking about online I see that the Cutter which enables you to pick images from the web is not only unavailable to me. From the amount of whingeing and whining on Flickr I think there might be a copyright glitch. It never ceased to amaze me how the same people who happily broadcast their photos on Flickr and etc for us all to fall back and over in admiration suddenly ascend to the level of Fine Artist that one usually associates with the likes of Leonardo, Picasso and Hockney when they think their Work - you know, those photos of sweet peas coming up or dad burning sausages on the bbq- might have been 'stolen' by someone to include in their Spring Fashion set on Polyvore. They should feel honoured.My attitude is you put it out there in the public domain and it becomes public property get over it already. This same thing came up on Yahoo 360 about creative copyright etc - people threatening to sue over so called Works of Art that I'd be embarassed to put my name to. If you don't want it out there, stick it where the sun doesn't shine - I mean a photo album of course. Personally if anyone manages to 'steal' my Flickr pics and use them on Polyvore they are more than welcome. Rant over. Back to work.
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