Everything and Stuff Whenever and Why Not (217)
A sunny day today. Our high was 73˚F.
My day began by pouring coffee on my desk, including a computer. I have never once spilled anything on any computer, so it was a new experience for me. Half asleep to utter panic in a matter of seconds. But, while it cost me the morning's writing, nothing was actually damaged. I just had to do a lot of cleaning. I did manage to read through what has been written thus far on "An Anodyne for Nescience," and I like it; that's something.
Last night we watched Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert's Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022), and I am not at all sure how I feel about it. It was entertaining. The frenetic mess rather perfectly captured the world the internet has spawned. And Stephanie Hsu is as hilarious as she is on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. But I'm not sure I liked it the way so many other people seem to like it.
Hm, what else...
I've had a very, very bad day, and...well...there were things I was going to write here, but I'm setting most of them aside for now. "Speaking truth" is fashionable, I know, but only if the your truth also happens to be fashionable. Otherwise, the whole "speaking truth to power" thing is something that only looks great on other people. The ideologically fashionable people. “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
Oh, I know. An amusing anecdote. At least, it amused me and Spooky.
For several years now, I have tried to convince Kathryn that somehow I managed to get into college without taking the SAT. It made no sense whatsoever. But I genuinely believed it was true. And then a couple of weeks back I found out that not only did I take the SAT, in 1983, but I scored 1380 out of 1400 (back then, the highest possible score was 1400), which put me soundly in the 99th percentile. Which is how I got into the Birmingham-Southern and the (back then) very selective University of Colorado at Boulder, despite often lackluster grades. It's why I had recuiters calling me from as far away as Wyoming. How could I have forgotten a thing like that, you ask? I have no idea.
Please have a look at the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy something. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:36 p.m.
My day began by pouring coffee on my desk, including a computer. I have never once spilled anything on any computer, so it was a new experience for me. Half asleep to utter panic in a matter of seconds. But, while it cost me the morning's writing, nothing was actually damaged. I just had to do a lot of cleaning. I did manage to read through what has been written thus far on "An Anodyne for Nescience," and I like it; that's something.
Last night we watched Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert's Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022), and I am not at all sure how I feel about it. It was entertaining. The frenetic mess rather perfectly captured the world the internet has spawned. And Stephanie Hsu is as hilarious as she is on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. But I'm not sure I liked it the way so many other people seem to like it.
Hm, what else...
I've had a very, very bad day, and...well...there were things I was going to write here, but I'm setting most of them aside for now. "Speaking truth" is fashionable, I know, but only if the your truth also happens to be fashionable. Otherwise, the whole "speaking truth to power" thing is something that only looks great on other people. The ideologically fashionable people. “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
Oh, I know. An amusing anecdote. At least, it amused me and Spooky.
For several years now, I have tried to convince Kathryn that somehow I managed to get into college without taking the SAT. It made no sense whatsoever. But I genuinely believed it was true. And then a couple of weeks back I found out that not only did I take the SAT, in 1983, but I scored 1380 out of 1400 (back then, the highest possible score was 1400), which put me soundly in the 99th percentile. Which is how I got into the Birmingham-Southern and the (back then) very selective University of Colorado at Boulder, despite often lackluster grades. It's why I had recuiters calling me from as far away as Wyoming. How could I have forgotten a thing like that, you ask? I have no idea.
Please have a look at the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy something. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:36 p.m.