The storm has been at us all day, and my nerves are worn from the wind and the fear of what the wind might do. Our high was 75F.
The afternoon film was Ridley Scott's The Martian (2015). I want so badly to love this film unconditionally. It's certainly an improvement over Andy Weir's novel. It champions science. But it is so fraught with scientific inaccuracies that it makes that advocacy somewhat odd. I mean easy stuff that could be fact checked by anyone with access to Google and a junior high education. For example, Watney tells us if the hab is breached, he'll implode. No, he'll explode, as the pressure inside the hab, and his body, is much greater than the pressure outside. Far worse, the set up for the entire story, the dust storm, is like nothing that could acutually happen on Mars. Yes, Mars has vast duststorms, but the atmospheric pressure is so low that the effects of wind are, well, neglible. A 100 mph wind on the surface of Mars would have the dynamic force and intertia of an 11mph wind on Earth. No tossing people and machinery about. Also, givem that Mars has about 35L of water in every cubic foot of soil, there was no need for the explosive chemistry with the hydrazine; just heat the soil. And the list goes on and on, but you get the idea.
Sorry. It's the storm at my windows.
I forgot to mention that we watched the debate. What a nightmare. I am more frightened by Trump than ever, more certain he is not sane, and more certain that our hope lies in VP Kamala Harris.
I began reading Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City.
Please visit
the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. My book, and Spooky's getting new, cool tie dye's up constantly.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
9:38 a.m.