"Starting soft and slow, like a small earthquake."
I actually had a good day today. That doesn't happen very often, genuinely good days.
It started with me somehow sleeping until almost 9 a.m., when I should have been up at 7, and that threw everything off, and I got virtually no work done, and yet...it was still a good day.
For one thing, I got an early birthday present with today being the release date of the new Lord Huron album, Long Lost, and my vinyl copy arrived this afternoon. And it's possibly their best yet. So, there was that. And my afternoon movie was a favorite, Ridley Scott's Prometheus 2012 - one of the only things about that year that didn't suck. To all those people who complain that Millburn (the biologist) and Fifield (the geologist) are unrealistic because, you know, scientists never do stupid shit (the stories I could tell...), the real problem is not that the two characters are incautious, it's that they're incurious. Neither of them wants to be there. They're looking at the first evidence of an extraterrestrial civilization, and they just want to got back to the ship and sit out the whole thing. Scientists are just like everyone else and they do dumb shit all the time, but usually it's from an overabundance of curiosity. Oh, and every time I see this film Charlie Holloway seems like a bigger asshole than the last time I saw it. I suppose he gets points for his willingness to sacrifice himself once he's infected, but...Jesus, the dude's an asshole. In the end, Michael Fassbender, Charlize Theron, and Idris Elba steal the show. Oh, speaking of Charlize Theron, I forgot to say that yesterday's movie was David Leitch's Atomic Blonde (2017), an endless delight of a film with just about the best fight scene ever (the one of the stairs in the East Berlin apartment).
Jun Ebersole brought by the third batch of Pleistocene matrix to be processed (photo below), which is actually seven samples from seven different levels within the same cave. And this is material that we collected in the summer of 1987 when I was with the Red Mountain Museum, when there was a Red Mountain Museum (it closed in 1994, and the collections went to McWane), and only now is it being processed, thirty-four years later. So, that was another good thing. And we got Chinese takeout!
Tomorrow, I gotta get back on the horse, because I have to layout a new edition of From Weird and Distant Shores and make some minor edits to the introduction to Vile Affections before I send it to Subterranean Press, but..dammit, today was a good day.
Our high was 84˚F. It's still 84˚F.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
4:46 p.m.
It started with me somehow sleeping until almost 9 a.m., when I should have been up at 7, and that threw everything off, and I got virtually no work done, and yet...it was still a good day.
For one thing, I got an early birthday present with today being the release date of the new Lord Huron album, Long Lost, and my vinyl copy arrived this afternoon. And it's possibly their best yet. So, there was that. And my afternoon movie was a favorite, Ridley Scott's Prometheus 2012 - one of the only things about that year that didn't suck. To all those people who complain that Millburn (the biologist) and Fifield (the geologist) are unrealistic because, you know, scientists never do stupid shit (the stories I could tell...), the real problem is not that the two characters are incautious, it's that they're incurious. Neither of them wants to be there. They're looking at the first evidence of an extraterrestrial civilization, and they just want to got back to the ship and sit out the whole thing. Scientists are just like everyone else and they do dumb shit all the time, but usually it's from an overabundance of curiosity. Oh, and every time I see this film Charlie Holloway seems like a bigger asshole than the last time I saw it. I suppose he gets points for his willingness to sacrifice himself once he's infected, but...Jesus, the dude's an asshole. In the end, Michael Fassbender, Charlize Theron, and Idris Elba steal the show. Oh, speaking of Charlize Theron, I forgot to say that yesterday's movie was David Leitch's Atomic Blonde (2017), an endless delight of a film with just about the best fight scene ever (the one of the stairs in the East Berlin apartment).
Jun Ebersole brought by the third batch of Pleistocene matrix to be processed (photo below), which is actually seven samples from seven different levels within the same cave. And this is material that we collected in the summer of 1987 when I was with the Red Mountain Museum, when there was a Red Mountain Museum (it closed in 1994, and the collections went to McWane), and only now is it being processed, thirty-four years later. So, that was another good thing. And we got Chinese takeout!
Tomorrow, I gotta get back on the horse, because I have to layout a new edition of From Weird and Distant Shores and make some minor edits to the introduction to Vile Affections before I send it to Subterranean Press, but..dammit, today was a good day.
Our high was 84˚F. It's still 84˚F.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
4:46 p.m.