I have, upon occasion, been told that I am too picky. Too difficult to please. In the last fortnight, I've bought a couple of DVDs, Melancholia and Winter's Bone. I haven't watched either of them yet, but will probably write up reviews of them when I do. Right before I send them back to the companies I bought them from, because I simply cannot bear to keep them on my shelf.
Notice anything wrong with this picture?
No? How about this one?
So I'm sorry, Artificial Eye, strange DVD manufacturers that I'd never heard of until last week, but I will not be buying any more of your products. Even if you are the people releasing Fright Night in a couple of weeks time, which I'm super excited about. This is just not acceptable.
And while I'm at it - books in boxes. This was, I thought, quite a brilliant idea. It keeps the books together (so you can kid yourself it doesn't matter that Catching Fire comes after the Hunger Games) and also stops them from getting battered or dusty. Why don't all books come in boxes? I'll tell you why - because you can't get the damn things out of them. I actually snapped a nail off the last time I tried to get the Hunger Games out of it's box. It bled. So since I'm going to need it for a class at some point soon (and I'll probably be in a rush) I'm having to keep the books like this:
and it irritates me. I know, I know. I shouldn't care about these things, but I do. And maybe it's just me, maybe nobody else is quite this anal about the way their belongings sit on a shelf, but it really, really bothers me.
Well, thank you for listening to my bizarre ramblings. Normal blogging shall resume next week. Unless something else sets me off. Must not buy any more DVDs. Must not buy any more DVDs.