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What was that program (c. 1990) on Nickelodeon that consisted solely of slow, bitmap-y progression animations of biblical stories, picture by picture, frame by frame? More like, did it exist?? Patchy memories of watching it haunt my dreams, by which I mean my waking life (it is 6AM, after all).
I thought of this just now while bemoaning how a month ago, I deleted MS Paint from my computer without freaking realizing. Now I have nothing but time on my hands, with which I can make mix CDs no one asked for (my specialty), plow through poetry and children's books (because poetry should be plowed through, no stop and think), and go to the post office. But I can't cobble together text captions and picture alterations. Not even the cat photo kind!
During yesterday/this morning's late hours I watched an extremely depressing youtubed Discovery program about orphans in North Korea, and before that Brian and I watched a depressing (but really good) film about artists and surveillance bugging in East Germany. What spooked me the most was that the baddie/bastard/evil guy looked exactly as my father did around when I was in kindergarten, when he still had color in his hair (c. 1990). There, on the right. My dad was even in Berlin through the early eighties. Maybe he actually IS an Oberstleutnant and hasn't told me.
North Korea is much more of a human rights crisis than I'd sort of vaguely thought before.
I don't have much else going on. I spent several hours in a mostly-empty library scanning more photos from two years ago--some trinkets for those reading!:
The sun also rises, when it's time to sleep.
I thought of this just now while bemoaning how a month ago, I deleted MS Paint from my computer without freaking realizing. Now I have nothing but time on my hands, with which I can make mix CDs no one asked for (my specialty), plow through poetry and children's books (because poetry should be plowed through, no stop and think), and go to the post office. But I can't cobble together text captions and picture alterations. Not even the cat photo kind!
During yesterday/this morning's late hours I watched an extremely depressing youtubed Discovery program about orphans in North Korea, and before that Brian and I watched a depressing (but really good) film about artists and surveillance bugging in East Germany. What spooked me the most was that the baddie/bastard/evil guy looked exactly as my father did around when I was in kindergarten, when he still had color in his hair (c. 1990). There, on the right. My dad was even in Berlin through the early eighties. Maybe he actually IS an Oberstleutnant and hasn't told me.
North Korea is much more of a human rights crisis than I'd sort of vaguely thought before.
I don't have much else going on. I spent several hours in a mostly-empty library scanning more photos from two years ago--some trinkets for those reading!:
The sun also rises, when it's time to sleep.