It feels wrong to be doing our round up posts when there’s still like a quarter of this month to go, but the rules say every last Sunday and who are we to break to the rules just because we wrote them.
This month I have been:
Not enough, basically. I’ve set myself a few reading challenges for 2015 (namely read at least 150 books, 25 graphic novels written by women and 50 books by authors of colour) and I need to crack on with them! So far, I’ve read two and a half books, none of which count towards any of the targets except the overall one. However, it’s my book group tonight so I now need to read the book for that, which is Sally Heathcote, Suffragette and that’s written by two ladies and one man so totally counts.
If anyone can has any recommendations please let me know, especially if you know of any graphic novels written by women of colour but that is the holy fucking grail right now.
Exactly one new film! I went to see Whiplash at the cinema. I’d sort of heard of it but didn’t really know what it was about or what to expect from it, I only went because a friend who was already going invited me. It’s good, I enjoyed it, but I probably wouldn’t watch it again. Ultimately not much happens and some white guys act like their world is ending when really they’re still pretty privileged. I did think (worry) at parts that it was going to go all ‘Black Swan’ but it didn’t and was better for that.
The new Kimberly Steaks track, which is available FOR FREE as part of this awesome compilation, The Dollyrots, as the vinyl I bought from them finally arrived from America, ONSIND, who were on the memory stick Jack gave me for Christmas, and the Victorian Trout Conspiracy. Also, Paper Rifles, the new solo project from Jon from Curators – who will berate me on Twitter if I don’t mention him. The music is really good (and all available for free) but he’s awful bolshie with me given I DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM.
Successful ageing. I turned 29 on the 21st, and while I have made a lot of comments about how old I am, I am actually okay with it. I don’t have a problem with getting older as such, it’s just I’m not where I imagined I’d be by this age and it can take a little time to adjust to that. But y’know, I’m 29, I have a job, somewhere to live, two adorable arsehole cats and so things could be a whole lot worse.
I know, positivity doesn’t suit me, sorry… I’m going to die alone and you’re all a bunch of bastards. Better?