Category: Writing

We had a lovely walk, Jeff and I, at Fraser Foreshore Park. The weather is still absolutely stunning, which is really helping me feel a bit more cheerful, although I can’t say I’m super energetic.

Jeff very kindly took me to brekky. Feeling better today although scarcely ‘motivated.’ I’ve made an appt for the doc to get my meds renewed. They seem to be working – my body seems to have adapted and my bp is down quite a bit.

The Vallejo Fire is now under the Carquinez Bridge, which is going to need a thorough inspection because fire under concrete bridges as old as I am is bad bad news.

Buster gets the cone off and the stitches out in a little under a week.

We went for a walk in Oakalla today; it was perfect fall weather, the crunch of leaves, and Alex being endlessly entertaining and then on cue, quite crabby. He’s stressed out from the start of school and being constantly told to be quiet because the downstairs neighbours think he’s too noisy.

Somebody’s letting of BearScares and I’m happy Buster’s inside. We took off the cone of shame long enough to clean his feet and then put it back on.

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my flu shot’s been making my arm too sore to sleep on, (even last night) so I’m awake too early.

But the sun was GLORIOUS yesterday so we got our asses off the couch and walked to 7/11 for milk and treats. pOp’s another year older so we called him to tell him how old he is and his response was a variation on ‘I got out of bed this morning, thank you’ but it gave Jeff a chance to catch them up.

I’m really enjoying S2 Kominsky method. After Romancing the Stone, catching up to Kathleen Turner, fine and fat and utterly unconcerned about it, acting as Kominsky’s (Michael Douglas) ex-wife (their exchange of blistering but dryly delivered insults was ai yi)  was one of the best things about the last episode. Also cuddles.

Buster is not happy about not going outside; he stands at the door and stares and stares and stares.

things are not lovely, but it’s all about attitude

I had an idea recently that made me need to think some more. I’ve been looking for happiness. What I need to have is hope. I think it will have to do as a substitute. I do have hope. I have lots of things to look forward to, in the near future as well as the far future.

 

His eye is healing well, which is wonderful news, poor kitty.

Yesterday Paul and I walked from Geekhaus to the Tommy Douglas Library the long way so it was almost 4 km on concrete. But… all on the flat, a total consideration these days.

we sat on a bench outside Edmonds Pool outbound

Oh, I forgot the funniest thing. This consistently happens when I’m trying to tell a story. We saw the same bicycle cop five times as we were walking. He must have literally been cycling up and down every street and alley in a certain zone, and we met him repeatedly as we crossed his criss-crossing path.

We picked up some bread and treats at the bakery on Edmonds, I picked up some SF and post-apocalyptic skills books (dyeing) at the library, and I got a flu shot.

No writing yesterday.

Funny picture.

several hours later: Jeff snores like a sea monster expiring on a beach; crescendos of pneumatic exhalation followed by silence.

This made me pee myself I wish I was joking sigh.

slim progress but I do push forward every day, or at least try.

Buster’s donned the cone of shame. He got nailed in the right eyelid a couple of days ago so he’s been off to the Tierklinik to get himself sorted. He was very high when he got back, and banging into things and he doesn’t know which he hates worse, staying inside or using the litter pan again. I would call his mood ‘irritated but resigned’.

Grackle Productions is shooting a GI Joe Movieâ„¢ in Robert Burnaby Park, so they’re blowing FX fog all through the park.

Paul and I came back, I fed him rice pudding and beef/cabbage stir fry and now he’s helping himself to Jeff’s dark hazelnut chocolate, the piglet.

 

Note later – Henry Golding is going to be in this movie~~~ and it’s going to be called Snake Eyes.

As an anarchist I should not have voted at all, but I recently saw an anarchist rationale for voting that I quite liked so I feel less guilty. Anyway, we (as in Jeff and I) got the least worst most likely outcome, a minority government. I never thought Scheer would get in as PM, and his po-faced bungling on the eve of the election was ordered up from the League of ‘Who’s Writing this Slop?’.

Chris Selley at the National Post has a summation with a few good laughs in it. Although (as usual) the basic assumptions behind a lot of what he says are questionable and (as usual) the immense ethical, cultural, legal, humanitarian and interpersonal issues around Indigenous nationhood don’t even get a mention as being something that wasn’t mentioned much during the campaign.

 

The more I see of the almost complete failure of Indigenous sovereignty to penetrate any part of the media except in walled gardens like APTN, the CBC and Twitter the harder it is not to feel like I’m living in this weird world where what I see and what is happening are completely decoupled and I’m going to be drowned under a tide of slow moving irrationality.

Since that link will die, here’s excerpts from the above noted article.

Chris Selley

October 22, 2019

4:26 AM EDT

REGINA – This will come as little comfort to the hundreds of Conservatives who came out here on Monday night expecting a “strong Conservative majority government” – (…) But folks, let’s face it: Even a Conservative minority was a longshot.

(…)

(…)

The worst that can be said of Scheer’s performance on the campaign trail is that he utterly failed to assuage concerns over how and why his views on same-sex marriage evolved from the Catholic sermon he delivered in the House of Commons 15 years ago to defending marriage rights today.

(- allegra’s opinion – I have rarely read such disingenuous horsepuckey, but like Fermat I’m merely going to threaten you with my proof)

(…)

So what now? It’s not like Conservatives should feel buyer’s remorse.

—- oh my god what a fucking stupid thing to say.

There is no reason to think human charisma vacuum Maxime Bernier would have done any better. The guy should have to register with Health Canada as a sleep aid. (..). Most Canadian media today treat anything less than per-capita government spending increases at or above inflation as fiscal violence, and the idea of free-market dairy as an invitation for Yankees to pollute our precious bodily fluids.

But Trudeau is so reviled within the Conservative party that failing to vanquish him will be held very much against Scheer.

LOL

If Scheer’s future is in doubt, ideally it would be for the random dreck that passed for his platform.  (…)

as if a shitty platform ever caused a Canadian voter to pause on their trudge to the polls

Canadians just aren’t quite as vindictive as the Conservatives needed them to be. —-

Oh they’re vindictive enough I assure you

But that’s not what people will blame Scheer for. (There’s no one waiting in the wings – certainly not MacKay – who offers much comfort to ideological conservatives.) They’ll blame him for not winning. (…) Canada could have done a lot worse than Monday night’s result.

agreed, although I took a different route to get there

plugging away at Cullet & Fire

Waiting on the results of the Federal Election. I wonder if Jagmeet will win his seat? Anyway, it promises to be interesting and a bit o’ a nail biter.

I’ve highlighted the ones I like best

5-HT
acetaminophen
agribusinessman
air-cushion vehicle
alternative minimum tax
angiotensin
antiestablishment
anti-intrusion
antinuclear
antipsychotic
bariatric
beatnik
beurre blanc
bialy
bidialectalism
bigfoot
birth mother
blaze orange
boho
book off
breakeven
cancer stick
car coat
carpetbag steak
Cartesian product
ceramide
coccicoenzyme Q
colorpoint
Commonwealth Day
concrete poetry
coquito
cross-train
Cruzan
cytotechnologist
delimiter
denuclearize
deoxyribonucleotide
dexamethasone
ekistics
electroreceptor
empty nester
fluorouracil
free safety
frozen yogurt
game show
gas chromatograph
genetic code
glitch
grievant
grounded
hair spray
Halloumi
haylage
hemoglobin A
hive mind
hot metal
hydrochlorothiazide
imipramine
in-box
inner city
inner space
ion engine
isograft
kaon
knee-jerk
kremlinology
launchpad
laundry list
lekvar
light pen
linear regression
Lou Gehrig’s disease
master chief petty officer
master gunnery sergeant
melatonin
microcode
microelectronics
microminiature
minibus
missileer
multihospital
multiplicative identity
multiplicative inverse
NAND
nandrolone
nanosecond
near gale
nerve growth factor
noir
NOLA
noncoital
nonprescription
nonstick
norethindrone
nuke

nutter
Occitan
onboard
orthosis
paralanguage
paralinguistics
percentage point
peristaltic pump
phasedown
photocoagulation
physician assistant
phytolith
pinsetter
plastoquinone
polyomavirus
postexperience
preadaptation
prequel
psilocybin
punch-up
qiviut
Q rating
quotient ring
ribosome
rom-com
scuba diver
self-adhesive
self-denigrating
send-up
sex kitten
short fuse
shotgun start
smart-ass
softback
soft-land
software
solar sail
solar wind
Spanglish
split-brain
spotted alfalfa aphid
spray can
stackable
stereo regular
sulfinpyrazone
summitry
supremo
synaptonemal complex
tailgate party
tandoori
Tejano
teleonomy
tesla
test ban
thalidomide
think tank
thyristor
trad
transaxle
transient ischemic attack
tuned-in
turboshaft
two’s complement
ubiquinone
ultraminiaturized
unautomated
uncompromisable

unit membrane
uptime
Van Allen belt
verbal auxiliary
vivax malaria
Watson-Crick model
zeitgeber

Talis Kimberley-F Retweeted Kerry Glover @TheRealKerryG

Replying to
@kareem_carr
and
@GrogsGamut

1:56 PM · Oct 19, 2019·Twitter for Android
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As a coder 30 years ago who took her knitting to meetings I’d remind anyone who listened “knitting is coding and there’s nothing more binary than knit/purl so go ahead – I’ll listen and code at the same time and if you blather on too long this will be the only project delivered”.

I spent almost two hundred dollars on items to be picked up at VCON (the sf convention) – and VCON was cancelled. I’ve messaged them. I had just gotten my refund and I was a little giddy, I guess.

I practiced so much in the last few days my callouses are peeling off. Time to police them up.

Kids are coming for brekky today. I’m going to try to sleep for another couple of hours and then get up and mek coffeh.

JANUARY 23RD 2020 messaged them fuckers again

that’s the current wordcount.

I made stir fry ginger beef and cabbage for dinner last night. It’s going to be a windy weekend. Two loads of laundry are done. I think I may have another song hovering around.

I haven’t figured out which songs to record for Conflikt. What a great thing, to have decisions to make! And tomorrow, brekky for the kids. Jeff’s threatening waffles, also a terrible thing eh wot.

I have to do some recording soon…. I need to submit for the CONFLIKT 13 CD. Mp3 format will be fine. the void, oh the void, is almost everywhere, la la la

1821 words so far on Cullet & Fire.