"Until we turn to dust, until time's evaporated..."
A brightm sunny day, but cool again. Windy, the air so dry we have a "red flag warning," and the high was only 65F.
The sky looks like autumn and makes me want to hide under the bed (see photo below).
I did maybe 500 words on "Mysterious Person of Unknown Origin" this morning. I tried to do various other things. I did manage to draw some monster doodles for books we've sold on Big Cartel.
Last night we watched the first three episodes of The Three Body Problem. I'd not expected to like it at all; we were just bored. And then I did rather like the first episode. For one thing, it focused on the horrific Chinese "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" of 1966, which, the way things are going here at American universities, especially certain Ivy League schools where students are denouncing professors, staging violent protests to "deplatform" speakers, engaging in historical revisionsm, and actually, openly using words like "reeducation" and "rehabilitaion," it all seems like a bit of history ready to repeat very soon. So, there was that, and then there was a [SPOILER] plot twist I'd never seen before. A Chinese SETI like effort makes contact with an extraterrestrial civilization (for some reason, this is happening at the same time as the 1966 chaos), and someone on the other end of the line warns never to call again, that it will mean the end of humans. Plus toss in some weird shit in the present, and it was a pretty good set up for some weird SF. There was meat on them bones. Sadly, by the third episode, the whole thing had devolved into a predictble quasi-YA thriller about a bunch of annoying nerds playing alien video games and...what the hell ever. You know, TV stuff. I'm guessing we'll finish it tonight. We've come this far. But I do not recommend it to anyone. The whole thing is based on a series of novels. Not just one novel, but a series. That's almost never a good thing.
On the other hand, this weels episode of The New Look was as brilliant as I expected.
I am trying to fight back this depression, and it's just not moving. Not budging. It's hard to make yourself feel better when America actually is about to elect Donald Trump for the second time as the county, Right and Left, spirals into lunacy, taking the sane along with them.
I wish I'd died about 1999.
Yeah, eough of this. But you can visit the shop; that won't hurt my feelings.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:20 a.m.
The sky looks like autumn and makes me want to hide under the bed (see photo below).
I did maybe 500 words on "Mysterious Person of Unknown Origin" this morning. I tried to do various other things. I did manage to draw some monster doodles for books we've sold on Big Cartel.
Last night we watched the first three episodes of The Three Body Problem. I'd not expected to like it at all; we were just bored. And then I did rather like the first episode. For one thing, it focused on the horrific Chinese "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" of 1966, which, the way things are going here at American universities, especially certain Ivy League schools where students are denouncing professors, staging violent protests to "deplatform" speakers, engaging in historical revisionsm, and actually, openly using words like "reeducation" and "rehabilitaion," it all seems like a bit of history ready to repeat very soon. So, there was that, and then there was a [SPOILER] plot twist I'd never seen before. A Chinese SETI like effort makes contact with an extraterrestrial civilization (for some reason, this is happening at the same time as the 1966 chaos), and someone on the other end of the line warns never to call again, that it will mean the end of humans. Plus toss in some weird shit in the present, and it was a pretty good set up for some weird SF. There was meat on them bones. Sadly, by the third episode, the whole thing had devolved into a predictble quasi-YA thriller about a bunch of annoying nerds playing alien video games and...what the hell ever. You know, TV stuff. I'm guessing we'll finish it tonight. We've come this far. But I do not recommend it to anyone. The whole thing is based on a series of novels. Not just one novel, but a series. That's almost never a good thing.
On the other hand, this weels episode of The New Look was as brilliant as I expected.
I am trying to fight back this depression, and it's just not moving. Not budging. It's hard to make yourself feel better when America actually is about to elect Donald Trump for the second time as the county, Right and Left, spirals into lunacy, taking the sane along with them.
I wish I'd died about 1999.
Yeah, eough of this. But you can visit the shop; that won't hurt my feelings.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:20 a.m.