the thought that will not now go away

The most successful Shared Cinematic Universe of all time, to which new tie-in films are being added at the rate of several a year, eighty years in, is World War Two.

 

that fucking gem, that glowing coal, that peacock spider’s damn big fan, is via Adam-Troy Castro on twitter. He’s a writer of everything from horror to YA

My response:

need coffee before I read something that thought-provoking; so Iron Sky is canon, but in an alternate timeline, correct? I can feel 3000 words bubbling up like methane gas.

 

doc today

137/82 is very happy making for me. I need to go get stabbed and squished, I dunno, but I managed to winkle six months of scrip out of her. I live in a goddamned earthquake, urban forest fire and flood zone, if my medicine keeps reasonably well and is non-narcotic I don’t see why I shouldn’t get it six month increments.

Alas my cholesterol is too high. Please oh great she elephant I do not want to give up dairy; life comes perilously close to not being worth it as it is. The big thing is stirring my stumps every day, which I have to anyway since this fucking house seems to be made out of stairs and the tv is always downstairs whereas the food, unfortunately, is always upstairs, unless I forgot to bring my plate back upstairs, in which case it’s downstairs.

I told the doctor my weight is stable at 200 pounds, why in christ’s name would I diet. Hauling my fat around

hey what did you call my brain

is the only exercise I get, although my knees and ankles would love it if the gravity eased up.

Why yes I do have an opinion on every subject, including an occasional strong presentiment that I should keep my typing hands in my pockets or perhaps choose other subjects.

I have composed a couple of short melodies on the circle of bongs, as I am referring the pan drum I purchased yesterday. It is bongulous; it is full of bongs. It is not quite tuned properly, which means that in sensitive people it will trigger intense unease. Possibly fetal posturing or homicidal rage. I don’t intend to play with it indoors, unless I’m practicing at home; I want people to be able to escape from it. I personally am enjoying it, and it’s certainly making my tinnitus seem even more choppy and insectoid than usual. I am enjoying striking it with mallets. One can get effects by ‘drifting’ the rubber mallet heads. Yes, this is me having fun.

I am going to edit for the next two weeks and stop trying to write things.

Dunnett group and instrument acquisition

Interesting. mOm you may find this diary entry provokes some feels about HTW and how he had v. progressive views.

Dunnett meet at the Sandbar on Granville Island was absolutely wonderful; met a woman I felt like I’ve known my whole life, and she’s moving from the bay area to Bellingham in MAY!!! Good news for me anyway – I told her about the Unitarian outfit there and she told me about the Bellingham ukelele orchestra. Then we all mocked Bellis Fair Mall, which, being an American mall constructed in 1988 which I drive by every time I go to Seattle and NEVER ENTER, is extremely mockable, and turns out anyone who’s been there feels the same way.  She’s been to Findhorn twicet! She told me I look younger than 61! Jan wasn’t there but Ingrid and Cheryl and Rob were.

Anyway I had shrimps and scallops and they were so goddamned good words can’t cover it. I did NOT have alcohol, for once; I had raspberry lemonade instead. In consequence, I felt better and did not muck up my digestion. Trip home was dented by wetsuweten protesters, who’ve been fucking up Vancouver for days.

Then I bought a pan drum – think a portable (not fantastically…) steel drum. I shall forward a sound file later, mOm.

This is me with baby Yoda earrings.

A startled looking white woman displays her baby Yoda earrings.

another song for fawm

The Standard of the Crow (Thorfinn’s Song)

When you’re really in it
As deep as you know how to go
There’s no end, once you begin it
Thorkel had to teach you so
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
For no matter how far down you go
You must rise, refreshed, for battle
And stand under the standard of the crow

Pull the axe from my stiffened hands
There was a lot of blood, not all from my side
I am good at killing men
If you follow, you’d better ride.

It’s not wise to ask them
Folks seeking comfort are rarely wise
The seer told me I’d win half the battle
And mocked me for my doubting eyes
It’s a dream, my heart rattled
I saw her eyes, like oxblood on snow
Hers the first face that I’m seeking
Standing on my stirrups, under the wing of a crow

Pull the axe from my stiffened hands
There was a lot of blood, not all from my side
I am good at killing men
If you follow, you’d better ride.

She has an errand, seaward
I died on land like an aging fool
And she will make my goodbye for me
make herself a young king’s school
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
Knowing that life goes on, just so
But she made it through one last battle
And still stands under the standard of the crow

 

8:55 am 11 Feb the tune is very slowly stabilizing

8:15 Sunday September 13 2020 this is the stabilized lyricset

The Standard of the Crow (Thorfinn’s Song)

When you’re deep down in it
As deep as you know how to go
There’s no end, once you begin it
Thorkel had to teach you so
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
For no matter how far down you go
You must rise up for the next battle
And stand under the standard of the crow
Pull the axe from my stiffened hands (40 miles a day, oh)
There was a lot of blood, not all of it mine (riding in the rain oh)
I am good at killing men (make a joke, run him through, oh)
If you would follow, you’d better ride. (ride ride ride, oh)
It’s not wise to ask them
Folks seeking comfort are rarely wise
The seer told me I’d win half the battle
And mocked me for the doubt in my eyes
It’s a dream, my heart rattled
I saw her eyes, like oxblood on snow
Hers the first face that I’m seeking
Standing on my stirrups—-under the flag of a crow
Pull the axe from my stiffened hands (40 miles a day, oh)
There was a lot of blood, not all of it mine (riding in the rain oh)
I am good at killing men (make a joke, run him through, oh)
If you would follow, you’d better ride. (ride ride ride, oh)
She has an errand, seaward
I die on land like an aging fool
She will make my goodbye for me
make herself a young king’s school
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
Knowing that life goes on, just so
But she made it through one last battle
Stands under the standard of the crow

opprobrium

standing on the balcony at the Aerie — just had a hummingbird park two feet off my nose and address me with three short sharp chirps, which, freely translated, meant, “Where is the hummingbird feeder, hand ape!?”

 

 

also, and who cares, but my latest story on A03 has an eleven percent kudo rating, which is the highest I’ve ever experienced, even though the traffic is low <200 readers

this is a really really weird found poem

SO I MERGED two of ‘the 500 most common words in English’ lists. and then sorted alpha – the type was two different sizes and weird gaps formed in parts of it. Word duplications are deliberate. WHY because I’m working on inventing a language which merges the sounds that a basketball makes when it’s shot through a hoop with the more bizarre English phonemes.

Continue reading this is a really really weird found poem

sigh

Mike Pence just hinted that Trump intend to abolish the position of the Speaker of the House. I don’t like Pelosi much but what the fuck.

I got the most wonderful comment on the fic I posted day before yesterday.  (Like REALLY NICE I AM FLOATING ON AIR.) mOm you can expect that in your inbox.

content warning ableist language use of the word idiot, ripped away from its original eugenic roots

It’s Hard Working For Idiots

is the name of this song

Lorrie Morgan wrote “What Part of No Don’t You Understand” a modern classic if ever there was one, and I filked it as subtly as I could

Somebody asked me to do this for FAWM

 

Sir if you don’t mind I’d rather be alone

From the moment I walked in today

You’ve been gassing on

If I’ve told you once I’ve told you twice

Got shit here to unwind

I’m not interested in chatting or

What you have in mind

 

What part of no don’t you understand

To put it plain and simple

I can’t make physics bend

I’ll be glad to explain it

If it’s too hard to comprehend

So tell me what part of no

Don’t you understand

 

It was sincere, our chat, and the

plaque was nice of you

I don’t mean to be so mean

But I don’t think I’m getting through

No I don’t need this company

You won’t get a second chance

So what part of no don’t you understand

 

What part of no don’t you understand

To put it plain and simple

I can’t make physics bend

I’ll be glad to explain it

If it’s too hard to comprehend

So tell me what part of no

Don’t you understand

Just so it’s clear, Lorrie Morgan owns that, I’m borrowing it for the purposes of fair use but since I don’t own it I can’t give it away. capisce?

Image

This is a true picture of me and Katie having breakfast at IHOP

just called twitter a gunnysack full of weevils

in response to this.  If the link disappears, here’s the skinny, written by Catalin Cimpanu for Zero Day; reported on line 3 Feb 2020

In an email seeking clarifications about the incident, Twitter told ZDNet that they became aware of exploitation attempts against this API feature on December 24, 2019, following a report from tech news site TechCrunch. The report detailed the efforts of a security researcher who abused a Twitter API feature to match 17 million phone numbers to public usernames.

Twitter says that following this report it intervened and immediately suspended a large network of fake accounts that had been used to query its API and match phone numbers to Twitter usernames.

During its investigation into the report, the social network told ZDNet that it also discovered additional evidence that this API bug had also been exploited by other third-parties, beyond the security researcher at the heart of the TechCrunch report.