Category: animation

excelsior or word to that effect

Helped Paul dejunk yesterday. Always painful for two people with ADD who lived together for a quarter of a century. Of course I was essentially dejunking JOHN’s stuff and when did he die exactly? Anyway, there was his photo book from his trip to Okinawa, the brown belt, the blue belt, a couple of his shirts, a whole bunch of his gloves. Everything but the photo book off to the Goodwill. Regular books, too. “Loving what is” ?? – rather that you weren’t there at all, actually. Recycled the notes for his Avionics course (I asked Paul to do that, I couldn’t face tossing so much of his work, but he’ll never need it again.) I found yet another one of John’s filk books, this one more tailored to group work, and absconded with that, also a watch that I don’t know works. I also found a first season DVD set of Rocky and Bullwinkle, that one will be a keeper for sure. Moved any toys or kid stuff into the appropriate place.

He expected me to mock him for how many self-help books he has. Oh, no honey. You fought to understand yourself your whole life.

Really felt like I’d helped. We went for a walk in the POURING, ASS FREEZING COLD RAIN and then continued the work and then I went home. I hope to have the energy to do my own dejunking today.

Wordle in 4 – shoulda been 3 – one top five score in Lumosity – 288 words on fic – absolutely no other labour performed because I was a tired piglet after my morning with the mouse turds and the ex husband and the finding of some of my stuff in with his….

Although I’m not a fan of the carceral state the prospect of Tht Fcking Gy being forced to deal with arrests and lawsuits and depositions for the rest of his (hopefully short) natural life does please me.

Someone wanted me to advice who’s my fave Star Wars character. There he is, Captain Carson Teva, played with affable steel by Canadian Paul Sun-Hyung Lee. Anybody who weeps in sentimental gratitude when he’s given a chance to wear Biggs’ helmet from the original Star Wars deserves the role. (That’s not what he’s wearing in this photo btw.)

The return of the catfather

Buster was waiting on the back stairs for Jeff upon his return, which made for a pleasant moment. Jeff has recovered from the grab bag of indignities that ferry travel subjects him to. Before his arrival I managed to get all the food containers and compostable trash dealt with so the kitchen wasn’t armpit high in trash.

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Donald Trump’s month old blog scrubbed from internet – news

well I don’t have much going for me but I’ve managed to keep a blog running almost two hundred times longer than Donald Jerkwaddle Trump

 

And on a completely different subject, every time Disney does something really repellent, especially around gay people, I snark my ass off, because I have a bunch of hellagay friends who come within a c-hair of worshipping Disney and it’s just… so….wrong, but if I say something I’m peeing on someone’s fandom, etc so here’s me not making an ass of myself on social media but the five people who read this blog KNOW WHAT I THINK

a possible tombstone

AW, RIGHT I actually am being fried (CREMATED) for my deathday, so nope, but here ya go anyway.

TOMBSTONE: POET, PHILOSOPHER & FAILURE

Jeff took me to Micky D’s this morning; ahhhhh coffee.

Now on deathwatch for Prince Phillip.

Happy belated birthday Tammy!

Letter off to Dave D this morning.

Lots more work on Bih-bah. Doot errungk! = no problem (literally: no blockage)

early catbus design – a Scythian king’s armrest.

nekobus! :) | Studio ghibli tattoo, Cat bus totoro, Totoro art

 

 

I am having a lazy day

I managed to a tiny bit of writing on UPSUN, I am attempting to work on the scene where Jesse moves in with Slider.

Lots of practicing today, mallet work among other things. Brief trek to London Drugs, we have a new toaster, huzzah. There was a moose mask… I bought it. I was hoping to go to the bank, but yelling broke out in the line up so I scooted back to the car.

Spoke to Peggy briefly. She hopes Tom will perk up in hospital, it wasn’t happening at home. She’s had a chance to social distance interact with grandkids so that always helps.

I love this so I decided to try to leave a link

 

Earthquake Tourists

Earthquake Tourists (animated film idea) (mOm I already sent this to you so if it seems familiar that’s why)

 

Fyza is the orang

Safeer is the bonobo

Millie is the gorilla

Freed by an earthquake, they leave the botanical garden they temporarily live in as they await transfer to a new national park in the tropics. Fyza will be freed – the other two will be in a permanent display with a large enclosure, but they’ll still be locked up, which we learn as the camera pans over a notice tacked next to the glass of their shared enclosure.

They wander through the apocalypse, calmly sitting down to denude a copse of fig trees and fill themselves at a pond at the beginning of the film so they are neither starving nor thirsty for the in-city action. Also, sadly, this fills their digestive tracts with nasty shit quite literally since they gorge to calm themselves. (During the course of the movie all three of them take memorably timed and placed shits.) Safeer eats the least, being freaked out by the smoke and fire and noise and humans, the other two go to town and just don’t pay attention to anything else.

They smell another ape “Binky”, and find that a banker has an illegal menagerie in his house, which he has abandoned. Fyza, who carries a piece of metal in her mouth for the duration of the movie – which she uses for many other purposes – frees the young male chimp, who becomes hostile and leaves. Safeer thinks of going with but reconsiders. There is then a comic scene of animal on animal liberation, resulting in the crushing and death of one of the lizards, which Safeer mourns, then eats. Safeer wants to stay put because there’s a food supply and she and Fyza have a shrieking fight. Finally Fyza stuffs a backpack full of primate chow and hands it to Safeer and leaves. Safeer thinks about it and follows, dragging the packsack, to comic effect (a stray dog, freaked out and whining for its family, benefits from the chow bouncing down out of the smoke). The three continue until they reach the Golden Gate bridge. A fantastical and death defying climbing sequence follows and finally Fyza sees the patch of green she thinks will be the safest place to go, and climbs down to lead her friends there. She kisses the bridge as she gets off it repeatedly and to great comic effect.

They make their way with other adventures (they help a broke family get diapers, they stop two assaults) to the green patch of ground where they are tranquilized and put small cages, and finally flown to their final destinations. The last thing you see of that scene is Fyza transferring the piece of metal into Millie’s unconscious mouth.

Two months later in Papua New Guinea, Fyza comes back to rescue her friends, and the two of them slip off into the jungle with their leader. Fyza gets her piece of metal back from Millie, who makes quite a show of how happy she is to be rid of it. The last thing you see is Fyza teaching her pals how to get at the best bits of a fruit.

New victims

Poor Margot. We’ve locked the cat door and Keith and Paul let her out last night not knowing she wasn’t going to get back in again until I got up around 5:30 (a good night’s sleep).

I have discovered that I am a lot more sentimental than I thought.  Keith got me a Mother’s Day card, which would have been sufficient, but also a gift card.  I burst into tears.  It’s just so nice to be loved.

Then we exposed them to Rick and Morty. NEW VICTIMS.

I am full of plans about what I’ll do when I’m off work again.  I do feel a lot more confident about the job hunt; I was doing things wrong and I admit that now, so it will go better.  I have a lovely new resume which should help, and I’ll be tailoring it a lot more.  It’s true, the bots looking through resumes don’t give a shit about me, and the po faced mental midgets who sort through them after the bots have done their jobs can’t assemble a sentence without turning into bleating morons.  However, it’s a game, it has rules, and I can’t win if I don’t play by the rules.  The rest of this paragraph has been erased on the strenuous and plaintive request of counsel.

On my list of things to do is a concert at Wreck Beach.  Don’t feel bad if you’re not invited.