First Inspection

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 11:41 pm
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We're leaving tomorrow for vacation, and for the last week, it's been on and off again rain.

I don't really like to go into the hive when it's raining, since the bees get grumpy about getting exposed to bad weather.  So I just held off for four days. I'd been hoping to do the inspection on Wednesday, but it wasn't good and sunny until Sunday morning.

So I skipped church, and went into the hive in mid-morning, when the sun was full on, and a lot of the field workers were out. I prepped with a sugar water spray bottle, my suit, and head gear, and just went right in.

And I found what I'd hoped to find... )

Done last week (20170521Su - 27Sa)

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 10:00 pm
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Big week. The sale of Rainbow's End (now "Rainbow's Ended"?) closed on Tuesday, after a marathon clean-up session. (The buyers had done a walk-through Monday evening, and called with a list of things that had to be cleaned up. If they weren't done by EOD Tuesday, they were going to hold up closing. Since the closing for our purchase was scheduled for Wednesday, that was a non-starter. Cleanup had to be done.)

First (realtor) Chris and I cleaned up the messes left by the movers who ghosted on us last week, the housekeeper, and me when I came by both Thursday and Sunday and simply ran out of spoons. I think some valuable things may have been hauled off by the guys from 1-800-GOT-JUNK, but I was pretty low on spoons at that point.

After that, (this is still Tuesday!) I met G at UHaul to rent a truck so that we could get his motorcycles out of the garage. Fortunately, our housekeeper (G', if you've been following the details of my notation) offered to store them at her house. We probably came within inches of dropping a bike, more than once.

After that, I came back to the house (no longer ours, since they did close on time) to pick up the hazardous materials we'd taken out of the garage, since GOT-JUNK doesn't do hazmat. I came around to the front after that, and took a blossom and a bud from the Royal Amethist rose. Then I sang "The Mary Ellen Carter" on the way home to keep from losing it.

Wednesday, the purchase of our new house on Whidbey Island closed. I also learned that 1. the household hazmat site on Aurora Avenue is closed on Wednesdays, and 2. latex paint is not considered hazardous, so they won't take it. I was, and still am, too short on emotional cope to react significantly to either event.

Thursday I bought cat litter for solidifying the paint. I was kind of out of it, and didn't do much except reading (see links).

Friday I found out that C had not gotten signed up for Medicare. Damnit, she was positive that she had; if I'd known we could have done it when we visited the office to deliver our marriage license. Weeks ago. Shit. I also took care of the nine cans of paint that actually had room for cat litter to be added.

Saturday I tried to get C signed up for Medicare, and failed. (I failed again today.) There's still a lot of other stuff I've been neglecting.

Meanwhile, I've been doing paperwork mostly connected with health care, utilities, you name it. If I'd been under any illusions that retiring was going to be less stressful than working, well, ... Maybe it gets better? Damned if I know. I've also been reading a lot, mostly math and computer science, probably because it gets me into a flow state where I'm not really aware of anything else. Not being aware of anything mostly sounds pretty good right now.

Oh, yeah; I ought to schedule an appointment with my therapist. Not that that's been doing any noticable good lately. I have difficulty imagining how it could do any good, which may be part of the problem. (That's not a new thing; except for learning about CBT and getting me on the first of a series of drugs that may or may not still be working it didn't do a whole lot for me back in California, either.)

And don't get me started on politics.

Notes & links, as usual )


Sunday, May 28th, 2017 09:38 pm
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Chairs. Chairs are a very good for tired.

Beds. Also good.

Got food. Food I can eat. Yes.

Water. Properly filtered now with filter from store. Yes, so many chores we did. Yay water.

NOT grateful for brain not fully boot up all day, but okay. Grateful for at least not feeling BAD on top of not think properly; feel okay, just can hardly process, and body does not want to energy. Or heavy things - heavy things are a clear firm NO DO NOT I WILL MAKE YOU SORRY IF YOU DO THAT so I was good and did not do that today. Difficult. Thanks. Yes. I am grateful for S moved all the heavy groceries and laundry. S is good.

Garden yessss and the little plants. I cannot words. But happy yes plants.

Monday DE

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 09:34 pm
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Well it's midnight somewhere and I want to sleep in tomorrow, so here's the DE.

What is something your character is bad at? I'm looking for more mundane things rather than things "they can't do higher maths". Like they're bad at catching things thrown at them. 

Prepare to Repair

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 10:48 pm
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If the weather holds, Sam and Bonnie are coming out tomorrow and Sam and I will make an assault on repairing our fence. (Sam and Bonnie are coming out regardless of the weather, barring something apocalyptic arriving.
The fence repairs are subject to being called on account of rain.) In the interest of minimizing the number of trips to the hardware store, I headed out there today and picked up materials.

I'm going to try to get by with the 2x4s that are sitting on the patio for reconstructing the cross bars. But I now have a new Douglas fir post and a dozen cedar pickets, carefully selected by removing the crap that was sitting on the top of the pile outside and finding the ones that were intact. They were a bit damp, so I set them up to dry out in the garage, which caused Gretchen to comment, "The garage smells like pencils!"

Yes, I suppose it does. :)

I also bought two new hammers, having broken two hammers on this project so far. And nails, because you can't have too many nails.

We'll see how this goes.

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Sunday, May 28th, 2017 09:23 pm
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Guide enters the bar from the backyard of the bar, he’s covered in blood and he’s tired and hungry. He knows he cannot feed in here. He heads to the Bar and asks for a place to sleep. He is given a key to a room that he finds easily. He enters it and finds that it’s not like his quarters on the ship, but it is nicely dark. He finds the room for grooming, the controls are strange, but after a little while he figures out how turn on the shower. The bed is also sufficiently soft and comparable to his sleeping niche.

After a shower and a few hours of sleep Guide reappears in the Bar. He’s not wearing his leather coat, but just a sleeveless linen shirt and leather pants. He stomps down the stairs in his heavy boots, still hungry. He heads to the back again, trying to stay away from the humans and finds it blissfully dark still. He starts to work on his fighting forms, working through the movements fluidly. After that fight yesterday, he knows he needs more practice.

At some point, he heads back inside before the sun fully rises and finds himself in a dark corner of the library. Away from the humans, and still inside. He finds a book in Wraith, and is reading it, something about three sisters. At around six PM he heads out to room 819 to meet the one called Sahaal.

(OOC: You can catch him anywhere during this. Just know he’s hungry and grumpy.)

Weekly Check in May 28

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 11:00 pm
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Sunday Indulgences

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 06:02 pm
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It's Sunday again, Milliways, and you know what that means...

it means I've been a trifle busy lately )

The week in writing 5/28

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 11:55 pm
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WIPs currently active: 6

Words written this week: 4,187

WIPs that got no words this week: 0

WIPs that did get words this week:

Codename: Aluminum Bastard (aka broken dick epic): 1,106, and I finished! a chapter! for the first time in three months!! And ahahahha I ruined everything oh god I didn’t know I could make them this sad this far into the story.

Born in the Blood: 720, and… things… are… happening? Probably?


Less-Sad Sequel to “Ring the Bell Backward”: 214

Dragon!Bucky/Tribute!Steve Cap Reverse Big Bang Story: 175

Little Bitty #2 (Jemmie): 313

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Spohr playlist update

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 07:40 pm
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I've added a couple of items to my Louis Spohr playlist on YouTube. Here's what I currently have:

  • Octet in E major, Opus 32.
  • Symphony No. 2, Opus 49. I like Spohr's first five symphonies very much, the later ones not so much. Good complete recordings of them are scarce on YouTube.
  • Fantasy for harp, Opus 35. There are now two performances of it on the playlist. When I added the one by Silke Aichhorn today, I'd forgotten I already had one. Besides, watching how her fingers fly makes it more impressive.
  • Die letzten Dinge, WoO 61. I really like this oratorio, which has some nicely dramatic music for the end of the world.
  • String quartet No. 3, Opus 11.
  • Sonata for violin and harp. Spohr played violin and his wife played harp. Spohr's harp writing is very impressive.
  • Overture to the opera Faust. Passionate music. The opera isn't based on Goethe's version of the story, but on earlier legends.
  • Septet, Opus 147. The gems are fewer among his later works, but this is one of his best chamber works.

Window Treatments etc

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 07:01 pm
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I have been picking out "window treatments" which is what they call it when you want to have nice sets of matching blinds professionally installed. We are getting Venetian blinds for some of the windows and, I think they call it a cellular shade (think a shade quilted in horizontal stripes stuffed with air instead of with batting so that it can be drawn up neatly to the top of the window, like a Venetian blind, except it folds up thinner) for the patio doors and kitchen window.

And I'm contemplating splurging and getting plantation shutters for two of the bedrooms that have smaller windows. I love the ease of opening and closing plantation shutters. (Think shutters on the inside face of the window that fold to the sides of the window when you want an unobstructed view and that also contain louvers that you can open to let light in without letting people see you, or close to keep light out.)

Since it seems wise to compare bids I have arranged for three separate companies to come and give us estimates. One came Friday and one came yesterday. I have one more coming Wednesday and then Kip and I will talk it over and pick one.

In the meantime Kip and I did some work on the garden, planting flowers, mostly, and I hired Paul, the handyman who tore down our old metal shed last year to come get rid of a--I'm going to call it a compost bin, though I honestly have no idea what it was originally intended for--that had been gradually falling apart on our property since we bought it. It was piled high with dead branches and had a couple of trees growing gamely up through the mess. Paul tore it down and hauled it away in a morning.

I did some cleaning up in the wood shop, yesterday I also vacuumed the rumpus room, which meant I spent about 40 minutes figuring out what I had done to the vacuum cleaner while trying to vacuum the rumpus room the day before. I had carelessly vacuumed up a piece of rag (got too close to the laundry basket I guess) and it had lodged somewhere in the vacuum's innards. I unplugged the poor thing, laid it out on the floor (next time I will clean off the table and put it there; working over things lying on the floor is hard on my back) and began methodically removing all the bits that were designed to be removed. Fortunately that vacuum is well designed, and when I eventually tracked the clog down to the hose that runs from the whirling brushes up to the dirt cup, it was possible to completely remove the hose from the vacuum. With the aid of a broom handle and some forceps I managed to force the rag out of the hose. Then I finished the vacuuming, though I will doubtless vacuum again when I have gotten more of the junk moved out.

Speaking of which, I spent much of today decluttering the rumpus room. Since the rumpus room is where my instruments and sheet music books and such reside, and also where I've been translating A Hatful of Sky into Dutch for the past year (!) and skyping with Dad, I had built up quite a bit of paper on pretty much every flat or near flat surface. I went through a lot of that and chucked most of it in the recycling. I cleaned off the flat surface in front of the bay window--which is one of the windows that will be getting blinds soon so I had better leave it fairly clear for a while. I taped up two pictures, and set a couple more aside to get frames. I cleaned off an end table, wiped off and rolled up our D&D wet-erase map mats, sorted through some of my books and made "give to library" and "take to used bookstore" piles. And at that point my back gave a warning twinge.

I am a connoisseur of warning twinges. This was a convincing warning twinge. I laid on my stomach for twenty minutes and then went and took a meloxicam and have given myself strict orders to stop cleaning up for the day.
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I performed a completely unrelated wikipedia search, and the very first result was this, clearly the best U. S. District Court case name ever:

United States v. One Tyrannosaurus Bataar Skeleton.


An extra bit of music

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 11:15 pm
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the list )

This is the first single I ever bought, a cover of a song which was a hit for Roberta Flack in 1973. Flack won two Grammys for it; best female pop vocals and record of the year.

Killing Me Softly With His Song by the Fugees.

I don't write love poems

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 04:39 pm
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Never have. But I did write this entry, of which was about who would be the true love of my life.

The one who found this video to beyond beautiful, beyond haunting, and understood it. Poets of the Falls, a Finnish band with a gorgeous talent for twisting the morbid with the pretty.

A few months later, I met Jesse. I showed him this video.

He wept, so moved by it he was. He saw and he understood. The creepy and derelict in his own psyche echoed mine, and I knew it because he found that video to be one of the most bewitching things he had ever seen.

So I've never written a love poem? It turns out that was unnecessary anyways, because we both looked at something and saw the same thing - parts of ourselves in the other.

That's far grander than any love poem I could ever pen.

not that Fig is a fussbudget

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 05:32 pm
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But if he notices Ibid is sleeping with his tongue out, he tries to tuck it in.

There is nothing quite like

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 05:21 pm
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A gaggle of adorable little girls spontaneously charging towards the edge of the stage to divide people into those who freeze in a crisis and those who don't.

Rock garden

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 05:15 pm
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I think we're considering the structure of the rock garden complete; just need lots more plants now. The design was a collaboration mostly between me and the kid. There are pockets that we'll fill with plants, but also paths to access them. We found a big patch of moss today so the moss 'river' is laid in. Hubby created the tiny 'cave' under a flat rock at the back. The chickadee birdhouse is 6 feet up the tree trunk in the back. It makes a really lovely place to sit and read!

More tat

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 10:03 pm
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Another Zenit with a Helios 58mm / 2, a Topcon with a 35/2.8 (not a good one though), plus three filters and a body cap, for £16.

And if I'd had £250 on me I could have bought five very nice Nikon lenses - a couple of Micro Nikkors and three zooms - at £50 each, but I didn't have enough cash for even one, and I felt rather uneasy about it. I can't help wondering if there's a camera shop somewhere that has a large hole in its window... I think I'm happier dealing with stuff that is obviously "used" rather than "fell off the back of a lorry".


Sunday, May 28th, 2017 08:37 pm
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It's not that common for people to be out by the lake at near on nine o'clock on the morning, not when there's food and drink inside, but it's not unheard of. That's why Sahaal doesn't react when he hears footsteps somewhere on the other side of the water. He just keeps staring up into the stars, feeling the grass poking any exposed skin and immersing himself in memories of long ago.

This time, he's recalling a raid made about a century after the Great War, and he swears he can smell blood on the air here. It might be an illusion, but it's his senses making it, so it's a good one.

It's only broken by the unidentifiable smell of the person who is steadily getting closer and closer to him.

Sunday Yardening

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 01:22 pm
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It's beautiful outside: sunny, breezy, and cool.  :D  Perfect yardening weather, for however long it lasts.

Round 1, I planted a ruby sweetspire in the forest garden and a witch hazel along the fence. 

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 2, we picked up several piles of grass that Doug had raked up.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 3, I cut grass in three places in the blackberry patch to plant new canes.  Next task will be digging holes and actually planting those.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 4, I dug three holes and planted the darrow blackberries in the patch at the edge of the prairie garden. Older blackberries are currently blooming.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 5, I put covers over the new blackberries, watered, and mulched them.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 6, I trimmed grass around the remaining half of the wildflower garden and one of the oak saplings.

EDIT 5/28/17: Round 7, I trimmed grass around the Japanese maple and an ash sapling in the savanna.
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This is for me, as a research tool. But if you're interested, hey, it's also for you.

Read more... )


Sunday, May 28th, 2017 10:32 am
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I am stuck at 17 years old, pausing at the door of the home I ran away from forever. I am trying to consider all of the consequences of going for a walk and never walking back through this door. I'm too addled from abuse and arguments, though, and my feet begin to move before I have time to change my mind.

But I'd spent months trying to consider the consequences, of which there were two: Cassie and my kid brother, aged 15 and 5. The consequences of leaving them behind, alone to be abused, without me there to try and tell them how wrong what was happening was.

By the time I made that final pause, though, there was only one thing I could do. I could save myself and hope that someday, five years from then, ten years, twenty years later, I could save them, too.

Twenty years later, I am still considering the consequences of leaving home. I have not saved anyone, as eventually I realized we can only save ourselves. And leaving them at home did have consequences - with one kid gone, my mother and stepfather could laser focus on abusing the other two children remaining.

And abuse them they did. So much worse than what they did to me.

I know I made the right call for myself. But the survivor's guilt still has the ability to leap up and begin tearing at my throat. It's rare that it crosses my eyes, that I can see it at all anymore. But it still does run through my blood. I suppose on some level, it always will.

I'm still not - and likely never will be - convinced that I made the right move for them.

And what I'm feeling this morning, 35 years old paused in a doorway at 17 years old, is that it was not fair to have to consider those sorts of consequences. To save myself or try and stay and save everyone else...and now being old enough to where my siblings can tell me what happened to them after I left....things that I could have directed at myself instead of being inflicted on my siblings...

Survivor's guilt is an absolutely normal thing to feel in these circumstances. But it was certainly not fair that I had to make that decision.

No one ever should, let alone a 17 year old girl.

Korean Spa Day

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 11:51 am
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I'm relaxing on a wonderfully soft leather sofa in the main resting area. Around this big room are entrances to smaller rooms that are heated or cold. There is a room filled on all sides and the ceiling with salt. Others are filled with minerals or clay.

My favorite room in the clay room. It's floor is at least 12 inches deep from the entrance and the space is filled with tiny clay balls of various types. It is very hot in there. One is supposed to lie down on the clay balls and wiggle around until perfectly supported. The mass of balls confirms to the body so every sore muscle is cradled and heated through. This experience lasts as long as tolerated and is followed by sitting in the ice room. And yes, the walls and ceiling are iced over. It feels awesome.


Sunday, May 28th, 2017 08:14 am
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Slept almost all day yesterday. Managed some food. Feeling much better - less pain, more energy.

Making mental notes on what worked. (NOT doing things that hurt for one.)

Occasionally, we read the comments...

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 07:31 am
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Generally I abide by the "don't read the comments" rule of survival, but occasionally I dip in...and this morning was delighted to see commentary on a Daily Kos article break out into a discussion of Ayn Rand's literature and life, the evolution (sorry) of the term "social Darwinism" and a non-malicious breakdown of how incorporation is a government-supported security net an as such should be against the current GOP's stated principles...

And all of that without insults, straw men, or painful spelling errors!

(in fact, it took on the tone of a Sunday morning one-upmanship contest along the lines of "but wait!  I have another relevant fact on that!"  With emphasis on both relevant and fact.)

History question

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 09:55 am
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History question: does anyone remember the dates of the 1979 King Tut exhibit in Toronto? Aside from the year?


Sunday, May 28th, 2017 01:53 pm
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When Per goes to the closet to get out the vacuum cleaner, Moxie makes a mad dash for somewhere safe. She does not like that dragon at all, AT ALL. 

That's how she seems to see it, anyhow. It's big and red and will suck a cat down its gulllet and go back for more.

Thinking of dragons brought to mind a question I'd had before but never looked it up. For the voice of Smaug the dragon in The Hobbit films, why was Benedict Cumberbatch chosen instead of Tim Curry? Okay okay, nothing against Cumberbatch at all, but Curry's voice has been shown to terrify the piss out of people, especially childr-- oh. Ah, right, that must be it. Cinema chairs don't need anyone pissing into them. So, I'll just back away from that topic, putting my hands into my pockets as I glide away.

Cat raid

Sunday, May 28th, 2017 07:48 am
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My cats let me sleep late this morning. I should have known something was up.

When I went downstairs, the refrigerator was wide open. Scraps of paper were on the floor, which I quickly followed to the entirely empty remnants of a bad of cat food. Carl was, of course, still hungry.

I'd gone down during the night to get something from the refrigerator, and it's possible that being sleepy, I didn't close it tight again. But the refrigerator door is within a determined cat's ability to open. There's now a chair in front of the refrigerator.
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one of the most brilliant exchanges ever written for television tbh
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Sunday, May 28th, 2017 05:24 am
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From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-02-11:

"I operate under the principle that my computer is owned by at least three governments." -- Costin Raiu, computer security researcher


(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)

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Beautiful Cozy Tree House Located in an Atlanta Backyard

Located in his backyard, architect and environmentalist Peter Bahouth designed a dream treehouse linked by bridges in the Atlanta forest. 

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Today has been very social, though not at all unpleasant. My brother's godparents are visiting from the Southwest, so we spent the afternoon with my family and then a sort of pre-Memorial Day dinner, which turned out surf-and-turf. There was way too much zucchini. There was not too much key lime pie. My three-year-old niece has discovered a pair of small stuffed animal rabbits which originally belonged to me and my brother—Bunnicula and Butterscotch—and is carrying them everywhere, even to dinner. She has decided that she wants a goat as a pet. (Suggestions that she ask for a pony instead were met with blank disdain.) I am no help to her parents in this argument. I think a goat in the family would be a great idea.

In the evening I met [personal profile] rushthatspeaks for a sold-out showing of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) at the Brattle Theatre: I thought it was great. It's more overtly supernatural than the series overall—it's focused on the most overtly supernatural strand—but it's also decisively grounded by Sheryl Lee's performance, with Laura Palmer's very realistic anger, damage, and agency (it was not clear in the show that her final status was a choice rather than an inevitable consequence or a weird side effect of the manner of her death; the film offers her no good options, but she absolutely opts for the best of them, which makes it strangely difficult for me to classify the film as horror, even though content-wise I don't know what else it should be) interlocking across registers with the characters who live in the soapier layers of the plot. I was glad to see Harry Dean Stanton turn up in the supporting cast, because he feels existentially like someone who should inhabit a David Lynch universe. Now we just need to finish watching the remaining half of Season Two and figure out what to do about the third-season revival.

A later interlude of placidly watching candymaking videos by Public Displays of Confection with [personal profile] spatch was interrupted by Autolycus violently throwing up all over a box of hardcover Le Guin and Tanith Lee, but fortunately the box had a lid on it, the books have been transplanted to a high shelf, and a very shaken small cat was comforted after we emergency-mopped the floor. (There was much anxious purring. We reassured him that we know he does not throw up maliciously. He never looks like he enjoys it.)

Unless it gets a National Theatre-style broadcast, I don't have a hope of seeing the Crucible's Julius Caesar on account of it being in Sheffield and me being on the other side of an ocean, but it's being done with a diverse, gender-equal cast and I wish I could see it, because Zoë Waites has a hell of a lean and hungry look:


We are talking about seeing Jacques Tati's Playtime (1967) tomorrow. I haven't seen the movie since 2010, when it was also on film at the Brattle and I loved it. I should get to bed.

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Sunday, May 28th, 2017 03:25 pm
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OOM: Bodhi finds it was the Chirrut and Baze who stomped in Galen's ribs and goes to have words with them. It goes just as well as expected.}

{ooc: warnings for angst, anger, and scrappy Bodhi being allowed to get one shot in.}

[Tiny tags: Bodhi Rook, Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe.]

May 2017


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