Spring cleaning and movies: Kingsman

My writing and editing are on hiatus until I finish my spring cleaning. That's not as frivilous as it reads. I have a small apartment, a bedroom and office, a little kitchen and a bathroom, with negligible closet space. The clutter was migrating from drawers and corners into the walking and living spaces, all covered with a thickening layer of dust and cat hair. It was making me claustrophobic for the first time in my life, and it was really distracting me from working.

I got the sanitation part of the the cleaning done last week. My kitchen and bathroom can now pass health inspection (if there ever were one). I did a huge laundry detail this morning. I carted my laundry to the 'mat nine blocks away. The whole operation including gathering and folding took five hours. Then my brother Ben came by, he's in town from Chicago, and he took me to see my father and my brother Joe, the latter is in nursing care for a condition I've already covered. I was dead tired by the time I got home. No more spring cleaning, writing or editing, I took a nap.

My brother also took me to see Kingsman: The Secret Service last night. I got side-tracked writing this reading some of the discussion board topics. I enjoyed the movie. It avoided many of the mistakes I thought it was going to make. The movie is mostly a Bond parody. One of the most controversial things about it looks to be an anal sex joke. Like Bond, a Princess propositions our hero, Eggsy, when he rescues her. Unlike Bond, she offers him anal sex. The joke is so abrupt. I thought it was funny because it takes a cheesy, badly written scene we've become desensitized to in Bond movies, and wakes us up again to the absurdity of it.  

The other one they object to appears to be the church scene. I can't figure out, yet, why people are so upset over that part. Except it was a bunch of Right Wing fundamental-revisionists with hate as their message killing each other. Maybe people think they're using stereotypes, but tell me, shouldn't the Westboro Church be accused of living those stereotypes? People don't have a leg to stand on when the stereotype actually exists.

Tomorrow I sort, cull and reorganize the stuff in my office. I hope by the end of my spring cleaning I'll breathe and write much easier.  I should be doing work again by Thursday, tops.