The Creeping Stomach (164)
Mostly cloudy today. I think there was some rain. I never looked out. Grey days, I keep the blinds drawn. Our high was 66˚F.
I was up by 5 a.m., but at least I began a new short story this morning. I did the first 1,202 words of "Build Your Houses With Their Backs To the Sea." I like what there is so far. It'll be the first time in a while I've really done Lovecraft.
I finished reading the very long chapter in Cambrian Ocean World on the Burgess Shale fauna, Chapter 6. And this afternoon's film was Ridley's Scott's Alien: Covenant (2017). It's such a frustrating film. It has it's moments, but they're mostly moments salvaged from the film that Scott had wanted to make, Alien: Paradise Lost, before he caved to pressure, gave up, and gave the world another lazy "blow it out the airlock" monster movie. But I watch it, now and then, for those few moments.
It has occurred to me that I need to scale back, in this journal, the degree to which I go on about very personal matters and, also, the politics. I used to try to stay away from both, years ago, but the this broken world has made me sloppy. I need to try harder. I gain nothing by being off putting. And anyway, that stuff, going on like that just leaves me feeling even more sick and exhausted.
And Jeff Beck has died.
Please have a look at the...you know. Because...you know. Thanks.
Have some pretty gastropods...
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:29 p.m.
I was up by 5 a.m., but at least I began a new short story this morning. I did the first 1,202 words of "Build Your Houses With Their Backs To the Sea." I like what there is so far. It'll be the first time in a while I've really done Lovecraft.
I finished reading the very long chapter in Cambrian Ocean World on the Burgess Shale fauna, Chapter 6. And this afternoon's film was Ridley's Scott's Alien: Covenant (2017). It's such a frustrating film. It has it's moments, but they're mostly moments salvaged from the film that Scott had wanted to make, Alien: Paradise Lost, before he caved to pressure, gave up, and gave the world another lazy "blow it out the airlock" monster movie. But I watch it, now and then, for those few moments.
It has occurred to me that I need to scale back, in this journal, the degree to which I go on about very personal matters and, also, the politics. I used to try to stay away from both, years ago, but the this broken world has made me sloppy. I need to try harder. I gain nothing by being off putting. And anyway, that stuff, going on like that just leaves me feeling even more sick and exhausted.
And Jeff Beck has died.
Please have a look at the...you know. Because...you know. Thanks.
Have some pretty gastropods...
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:29 p.m.