Один из плюсов подрощенного ребёнка - он уже не вскакивает в 6 утра в Рождество с криками "подъем! Пошли открывать подарки!" Так что спали аж до девяти. После завтрака поехали с мужем в магазин. Открыты только азиатские и там безумные толпы. Но нам нужен был краб, так что пришлось вовлечься. Снова получился surf and turf - ребёнок морепродукты не ест, ему снова пожарили стекло, себе сварили краба, запекли устрицы на гриле и разбавили салатом из морепродуктов. Немножко поплавали (всё те же около +30С у нас). Сейчас муж развлекается с подарком от Санты (очередная точилка для ножей, обещал, что последняя). Ну пока верю - первый нож наточил до состояния скальпеля. Завтра ещё поработаю и отдыхать.
I've updated my Kdrama list, and because I had such a wonderful year of dramas in 2025, I decided to invent a meme. Note: I'm not counting Guardian for this; that lives in a category of its own. <3 And most of my answers are about the dramas that were new to me this year, though obviously I love and adore the shows I rewatched, too.
Total number of dramas watched: 22 Kdramas, 1 Kmovie, 1 Jdrama, and 1 Cdrama.
Number of rewatches: 7: Sell Your Haunted House (with Pru), Semantic Error, Tale of the Nine Tailed (with Andrew), Family by Choice (with Pru), Good Manager, Nothing But Love, While You Were Sleeping (ongoing) Number of dramas watched with Andrew: 7 dramas and a movie: Undercover High School, Tale of the Nine Tailed, Aema, Low Life, Bon Appétit Your Majesty, Typhoon Family, Jeongnyeon: The Star Is Born, Bogota: City of the Lost (movie). Percentage of new-to-me dramas that were awesome: I watched 15 new-to-me dramas (and the movie, which was fine but not really my thing, so I'll set that aside). I loved 9 of them. That's 60% -- an amazingly high percentage! I had a really good drama year. (Of course, there were dozens that I started and didn't get beyond episode 1 or 2, and a few I watched more of but didn't finish; I'm only counting one of those.)
Is there a day in your life that you would want to live over and over again? I can think of one or two perfect days I’ve had, and at least initially I might be okay stuck in them in an eternal loop. But eventually, even a perfect day would get monotonous, and there’s the fact that the reason it was a perfect day was because you didn’t know it was going to be perfect when you woke up that morning. Knowing would take the shine off it. Also, you wouldn’t be able to replicate that day perfectly, over and over and over.
Like smelling a rose forever, eventually you would become immune to the charms of the day. You would get a repetitive strain injury of the soul, and eventually, that perfect day, eternally on repeat, might be a working definition of Hell.
Phil Connors (Bill Murray) is not having a perfect day in this film. A Pittsburgh weatherman, he’s slated to go to Punxsutawney, north of Pittsburgh, to take part in the town’s annual Groundhog Day celebration, a day where (for those you who have just beamed onto the planet), a large rodent forecasts how long winter will continue depending on whether he can see his shadow or not. Phil loathes Groundhog Day because despite his professionally genial nature, he’s a misanthrope and finds people and their quaint little traditions annoying. But it’s his job, so he heads up to Punxsutawney with his cameraman Larry (Chris Elliot) and his new producer Rita (Andi McDowell), and does a perfunctory and slightly nasty stand-up.
Then weather happens and the three of them are trapped in Punxsutawney, one of them more than the others. Phil wakes up and it’s Groundhog Day again. The day repeats, he’s weirded out, and then it happens again, and again, and again.
Why is it happening? We never get an explanation (rumor is Columbia Pictures demanded an explanation and the filmmakers made one up to make the studio happy, and then intentionally never got around to shooting it). Why is it happening to Phil? Mostly, because the jerk needs it. Many of us take years and years to deal with our shit and come out the other side a better person. Phil needs only one day, it’s just that this one day is going go on forever until he gets it right.
In this, Groundhog Day feels like A Christmas Carol turned on its head. Ol’ Ebenezer Scrooge needed the intercession of three ghosts and one night to realign his worldview; Phil Connors gets no ghosts but eternal recurrence to sort himself out. Given the choice I think I’d rather have the single night; it feels more efficient that way. But I suppose not everyone can do it all in a single night, and Phil doesn’t seem like the kind to take a hint with a single whack to the skull. He’s going to have to get whacked, again and again and again and again.
Which is fine, because it’s fun to watch Phil play the changes: first panic, then glee, then methodical trickery, then despair, and then… well, you’ll see (or have seen, this film is universally acknowledged to be one of the great film comedies of all time). At one point someone asks Phil, who seems to know everything because he’s well into the middle of his eternal loop, how he can know so much. Phil says, “Well, there is no way. I’m not that smart.” And you know what, he’s right. He’s in this loop because he’s just not that smart. He can’t learn his way out of this conundrum; he has to experience his way out of it, if he is going to get out of it at all. This isn’t a criticism of Phil, per se. I’m probably not that smart, either, and probably neither are you. If Phil could be taught to be a better and more decent human, he probably wouldn’t have been a candidate to be in that loop at all.
(This does bring up the question of why the universe or whomever thinks Phil, of all the pinched, unhappy people out there, merits a loop to sort out his issues. This is also left unanswered, and maybe there is no answer. The universe is weird and capricious, and if you or I or anyone could really understand it, we’d probably try to find a way out of it. As ee cummings once said, “Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go”)
Groundhog Day is a tale of existential horror played for laughs, which is one of the reasons I think it resonates for so many people. It’s an easy way to approach the concept of how hard it is to turn ourselves around when we only have a single life to do it in. There are a lot of different theories about how long it is that Phil is stuck in his loop, ranging from ten years to 10,000. There’s only one correct answer: He’s in it for however long it takes to fix himself. There’s no escape before then.
The rest of us are not so lucky, or unlucky, depending on your perspective. We have to live with our mistakes and screw-ups and disappointments; there are no do-overs, only occasional second chances. I don’t want to be stuck in a time loop for years or decades or centuries, but hurtling heedlessly through time with no brakes or track-backs also seems not a great way to run a universe, at least for the humans in it.
Another reason the film resonates so much is that Bill Murray is the perfect person to play Phil Connors. Like his character, Murray’s a funny and acerbic fella who is also, if the various stories about him on set and in his personal life are close to true, fully capable of being a real asshole. There’s a “biting on tin foil” edge to Murray that makes it easy for him to sell Phil as a person who doesn’t much like people, or himself, and it’s a toss-up on any given day which he likes less.
The production of this film had Murray butting heads with director Harold Ramis to such an extent that the formerly close friends had a falling out that lasted nearly until Ramis’ death in 2014. Apparently Murray wanted the film to be more philosophical; Ramis, who was the one who had to deliver a hit to Columbia Studios, needed it to be more comedic. In the end, they both got their way, so I think it’s a shame this was the film they fell out over.
In the end, though, who else could have been Phil Connors? Of all the actors in Hollywood at the time, I can only think of one on a similar tier of fame who could have pulled it off: Tom Hanks, who despite his current reputation as “America’s Dad” was capable of some real acidity and anger back in the day (see the movie Punchline for a Tom Hanks character who is basically a talented asshole). But even Hanks would have been second best here; Hanks doesn’t teeter on the edge of being unlikeable as well or as long as Murray. Murray makes you believe in Phil’s redemption arc.
Early in the film, when he had only recurred a few times, Phil remembers a day where he was in the Virgin Islands, met a girl, with whom he drank pina coladas and got busy, and wonders why he couldn’t be repeating that day. As you might imagine from my first paragraph, when it all came down to it, I don’t think he would eventually like recurring on that day any more than on Groundhog Day. Eventually the pleasure of it would stale and he would end up the same place (metaphysically) as he was in Punxsutawney.
That’s because, as the noted philosopher Buckaroo Banzai once said, no matter where you go, there you are. The problem was not Punxsutawney, or Groundhog Day, and never was. The problem was always Phil, just as the problem would be, inevitably, any of the rest of us in the same situation. Phil gets as much time as he needs to solve himself. Groundhog Day reminds us, however, that we just have the time we’ve got, and we better get to it.
19 Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord.
20 And he shall send Jesus Christ, which before was preached unto you.
21 Whom the heaven must receive until the times of restitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began.
Yesterday, Christmas Eve, Hawk had another followup with her podiatrist. It's been now 10 weeks since her surgery and three weeks since her last followup. Christmas Eve may seem like a strange time to see the doctor for a followup. Indeed, the schedule on the wall showed half the doctors in the department out on leave. But we don't celebrate Christmas (we're not religious) and after her week 7 followup showed things progressing but not as fast as expected (stuff went sideways in weeks 2-4 due to a bad substitute doctor) Hawk was keen to get her next checkup on schedule and not let it slip out as much as two weeks due to holidays. Oh, and things went sideways again last weekend, so Hawk was eager to see a trusted specialist to get her diagnosis of the situation.
Long story short, it was good news yesterday. Call it the Christmas present we were hoping for on the 24th. 🤣 The bones in the toe are fusing correctly, and Hawk can now walk in a regular shoe. She's on track for being able to get the next operation in a month. The sideways stuff that happened over the weekend is still sideways, but the doc says it will resolve itself within 2 weeks with educated self care.
One way we celebrated good news after past checkups is by going out to eat. Even if only to Denny's. With the 24th being Christmas Eve there was an additional tradition to follow....
Chinese food!
Hawk grew up in a Jewish family, and at least among American Jews, going out to eat for Chinese food on Christmas Eve is a tradition.
We tried a new-to-us Chinese restaurant in Sunnyvale, Epic Dumpling. The menu is huge, and despite the restaurant's humble appearance the food arrives with beautiful visual presentation. But some of the flavors were not to my taste. For example, the filling in the steamed pork buns was candy-sweet. And a beef dish I ordered came full of cucumbers, which weren't listed as an ingredient in the description. I hate cucumbers. Given how hard it was dealing with language barriers just to order our food I decided it wasn't worth the effort trying to send the food back to have it remade.
19 recs in 16 fandoms (Mahou Sentai Magiranger, American Girl, A Christmas Carol, Dirty Dancing, The Great Mouse Detective, The Haunting, Home Alone, Home Improvement, The Last Unicorn, The Lottery, Magic Knight Rayearth, Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel, Mork & Mindy, The Odd Couple, The Secret Garden, Revolutionary Girl Utena)
Title: Between the Snowflakes Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) Rating: Gen Length: 400 Characters: Holmes & Watson, OC Summary: Holmes has a young client on Boxing Day.
поехали с э открывать сезон. а то без снега и праздник не мерри. встали пораньше, нам, психам, это не сложно, закинули шмот в машину и погнали. и туда и обратно меня вёз э. не торопясь, по спидлимиту в правом ряду ( Read more... )
Last night was wild, rain and gusts to 50 mph, but this morning has been mostly clear, if still windy. I made another water check: better but very much not there yet. No one was on the only visible pond but there were ducks flying around, looking for places to come down. The obscured pond(s) out in the brush must have some water as I heard American Wigeon and several small flocks of Canada Geese rose from that area. Not sure about submitting a list for fourteen species. ( Fourteen species )
I drove out to the Bay by the sadly long-closed Berkeley Pier but saw nothing on the choppy water. I also stopped briefly at Seabreeze Market Cove. It was just about low tide and I wanted to check out the mud bar. There were a handful of Dunlin, a few Least Sandpipers, and two Whimbrels, always fun. The ducks seemed to be all Mallards, and the gulls mostly Ring-billed but also Western and California. Didn't see anything exciting, but I didn't sort through them thoroughly. And now the wind and rain are back.
Today is cloudy, cool, foggy, and wet. It rained last night and water is still dripping from the trees today. Also the thermometer-hygrometer peripheral for our home weather station has died, so we need to see if that's available as a replacement part. :/
I fed the birds. I've seen a mixed flock of sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 12/25/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 12/25/25 -- I hauled the last large branches to the ritual meadow. Then I started the long process of raking the parking lot.
EDIT 12/25/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
EDIT 12/25/25 -- I did more raking in the parking lot.
I've seen two squirrels in the trees. I've seen several cardinals flying around.
EDIT 12/25/25 -- I did more work around the patio.
If there is anything you need to get off your chest, to let go so that you can get on, you can safely do it here. This post will be open for anyone, all day--but then tomorrow, it goes away. No judgement, no recrimination. Just a free space for anyone who needs to vent. And if no one does, nothing is lost!
Basically, this is someone's "Hard Things" post for holiday stress. Brilliant.
Bokeh is that creamy blur of color and light at the forefront and background of an image. It's that Out of Focus area, which draws your eye to the crisp subject... a car or face.
Now there's an obscure but super useful word for something we see quite often. :D
My alarm went off this morning (only at ten, but I needed it) to make sure I was up in time to walk Teddy before his humans were away for their Christmas lunch.
I thought I was the first person to make it downatairs this morning but while I was just getting to the bottom of the stairs I was already greeted by angelofthenorth already in her usual comfy chair saying "Merry Christmas! Do you want some bucks fizz?" (Which is basically a pre-made mimosa. Luckily I'd been reminded of this recently by being offered it after the ceremony at the wedding we were at a few weeks ago; I'd been able to ask D then to remind me what it is.)
It's a lovely Christmas morning: chilly but not cold, usually pretty sunny, and dry.
It had been a week or so since Teddy and I had seen each other so we were both very excited to do so again.
On our walk, we saw a young probably-dad-type person heading to the recycling bin in front of his house with an armful of cardboard, the boxes already broken down. We grinned a greeting at each other.
A few houses down, a woman in pajamas and a big scarf was just trying to nip out to her car in front of the house, but since Teddy wants to say hello to everyone (human or dog) and assumes every human wants to pet him, so I couldn't drag him past her before she gave in and ruffled his ears and said "Merry Christmas" to me.
As we were leaving the park, I noticed we'd just been joined by two kids with the kind of lightsabers that make the noise when you hit them against each other, and a little scotty dog that I know is called Biscuit because they were getting told off/called over when they were ignoring the humans to say hello to Teddy.
I got home, opening the door to the lovely smells of angelofthenorth already well into the process of cooking our amazing Christmas dinner.
"[Thanos in the movies] is a different character [from the comics] in some ways, but not that many. A lot of the gentler moments he had in the movies are right from the comics. He and Gamora have always had a very tight, unusual and complicated relationship." -- Jim Starlin