Sunday, 17 June 2018

The museum night 2018


Been super tired from the vineyard ordeal (In fact dad called me yesterday morning, saying: I hear we’re going mushroom hunting!... And I cried: Dad, are you fucking kidding me, I can’t keep up with your schedule!...) so the day before yesterday was slow to close … But come Saturday, the tempo just picked up again. First I unexpectedly – usually I just ignore these kind of announcements – learned that catching Pokies gives you triple the XP and combined with the Lucky Egg, that means six times – and I learned this because someone’s put Lures on all of the Poke stops down a main Poke street, causing 20 or so Pokestops in line to rain pink petals … I grabbed a power bank from the kid and went out, and if you saw packs of (mainly adults) walking like lunatics, following their phones, phones connected to their backpacks with charge wires, then it was us. I made it to level during 31 (slow levels now, sloooow…) and even caught a five star rare during a tough raid. It was Larvitar hunting season, more than a 100 caught, five Shineys. Per Poke terms, that was a good day.
                Afterlunch I passed out and though G’s back is still problematic, we after-nap made out until the alarm sounded. Dad called to check when we’re randez-vous-ing, as I talked him into coming to town for the ‘Museum night’ – the night when all museums are open and free from six pm till midnight. Even G joined us, but the original plan for the two of them to go to the Contemporary (Modern) history to talk war and me to go check the glass exhibition then meet in the middle for the main event, kinda fell though. We started with the main event, because dad misunderstood there will be a live lecture. No matter, I know that museum by heart and I took them through the Roman and Pre-historic era. (Roman first because it’s in the basement of the building, where they dug up the Roman foundation and road.) G’s back no longer supported him, so he went home. Dad and I took a pause, he went to the bathroom and out to smoke, and then no longer wanted to proceed to the middle ages, to check out the new placements of the Counts of Cilli remains. We instead offed to the main city square where an 80-member ensemble of singers performed Carmina Burana’s most famous sentence (O Fortuna nad the like...).
                I notice, what with eighty people screaming like banshees and still making sense, that I can mostly tell what I am hearing if I LOOK at the performers. Not so much singers, because I don’t really like loud high notes and people seem to think that’s what makes a good singer: being super noisy and super pitchy, but the orchestra, the drummers and gong-bangers. (Gong, not gang.) I am extremely fond of percussion. But I need to watch it to hear it properly.
                After that dad was tired and I walked him to the car, checking via phone if any of my crowd is anywhere on the circuit. MyMaja took the kids to see the Short Animation, which is exactly where I wanted to go, but I got there a little too late and we just said hi, then parted. Another amazing expo – the lecture and the looped footage were a little too much, I was already getting overwhelmed, but the exhibited artwork was mesmerizing. I didn’t like when the lecturer kept stressing how some of these talented people went on to become super sold out and made a fuckload of money by working for companies nobody with eyes would consider art, as if that’s what creativity is about at all. But the rest of it, mind-blowingly good. Some of it really sad. But all of it really good.
                Though there were several other lectures, exhibitions, concerts and events and the hour was around ten-ish, the night warm and busy and perfect, I only had the energy to go to one more. (Nor was I that interested in seaside-way of life expo, per say, or erotic ‘moving statues’ or something of the sort. I have to admit seaside and sex don’t particularly interest me second-hand. I’m perfectly able to experience both without someone calling it.) The glass was fancy and very photogenic. I was hoping to be in company, so someone would shine a pen light through while I photographed it for extra effect, but I was alone and there was no need – the custodians did a great job. When are you going to fuck around with light if not when exhibiting crystal, eh? :D

 (*more pickies to come!!)

Friday, 15 June 2018

Baaah, two days of spraying the vineyard and this time without the General, who is still on sick leave: the kid stepped in. It took for eeever. Man, that was hard work. I ache all over. I insisted we spray twice as much as last time, because the weather kept fucking us over, drizzling and storming every so often and the infection - the peronosphora (Downy mildew) - already began to show on several plants, slowly spreading to adjacent ones up and down the terraces. With supper sunny mornings and damp rainy afternoons, the spread of mold or parasite like that is inevitable, and speedy. So, for a while I carried the buckets and Rockstar carried the monster-truck spray machine and then we switched a bit. The incline and wet grass are the worst bit - under such heavy loads 98% of energy goes to trying not to fall and break or slip something. We managed almost half yesterday and the rest today. People tend to severely underestimate General's effectiveness. That man is a titan, and a handy one at that. If he does the spraying and Rockstar and myself carry the buckets, we're finished in six hours.

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Had to rest in a bath tub full of cold water to cool down today - it was nine in the morning and already my core temp was so nauseating, I was starting to shake and weep. I snapped at the counter girl at the library, because I had to sign the new privacy agreement - same as everyone else - but I hate signing things and if they were stealing my info before, they'll just keep stealing it on. The General filled the tub, then sprayed me with a cool shower until I stopped trembling. It's not even that hot outside, just so incredibly fucking humid. Am on a strict diet of ice coffee and ice-cream and some ice to boot. Most of sleeping takes place during the day, noon and early afternoon hours, and sex looks like we're ninety: slow, careful, with a minimum amount of touching. Our usual crazed fucking would probably give us both heart attacks within minutes. Everyone in the house showers, like, five times a day, just to feel fresh.

In other news, my hair has gone from the 'army dike with leukemia' phase into the 'toothbrush struck by lightning' phase. I look awesome! :D

This is either normal or an alien invasion :D
Storms every afternoon. From time to time I gotsta run across the lot to re-park the car to hide it from hail.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

MyMaja et moi REALLY needed to go see something, we haven't been to the movies in ages and for the love of god how hard is it to find a decent movie in a cinemaplex? ImpressionBlend was just saying she's looked down by some people for not having seen ALL excellent movies ever made, to which I commented: ye, but sometimes a whole month goes by without anything even remotely decent in the theatre and then at least you can fall back on a remarkable classic.

This shit is so bad. So dumb Disney. A movie about ungodly scientific advance and it's made for four year old children. Screaming dinosaurs and people running through an Edwardian mansion - ye, in the middle fo New fucking Yersey or something a little girl speaks with an English accent. But don't worry - MyMaja pointed out when she's picking a lock she uses a wire hanger. In a mansion owned by a billionaire, she has a wire hanger. She screams so fucking much the fact she's supposed to be a clone doesn't even register. In the end she lets the animals out, because they deserve to be free to kill as many people as possible, because they're alive, like she is.

Good fucking gods how dumb that film is. NOTHING happens, nothing. It's sooooo DULL. The little girl hides in her bed and the super dino walks into her room by opening a balcony vintage glass door - but a moment later, in all of 700 or so rooms, the hero comes to scream at it, so it's okay. The mercs use the smallest fucking calibre imaginable to just shoot the dinos, and the dinos just fall down instantly. Why didn't they at least ask a hunter how a rhino is hunted and what happens when you try to shoot it at close range? There's a scene in which a veteran hunter enters a cage, leaving it open, to extract a trophy tooth from an unknown species... Ye. That's exactly what you do when you're a pro hunter. Poke an unconscious prey.

Dumb, implausible and pathetic - and it didn't have to be! At all! SO much money went into the amazing CGI, the volcano was so cool, tragic and scary and so on, but NONE of the talent went into the script. The pyroclastic cloud only went as far as the shore, once they were on a boat leaving the isle it wasn't even windy. The actors were so terrible, cliche and over-done, the screaming geek, the butch vet chick (but not a vegan dyke, because it's Disney), the evil corporate greedy people ...

So, so bad. So bad.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

"Seti is currently undergoing a difficult season: his ship is under riot. They are sailing right at the edge of known space and the waters are dark and nature of man is beastly."
"A mutiny, on his ship? Oh, no!What happened?"
"Oh, they were driving pass a brothel planet and he refused to slow down." That man is a genius in every form, but he simply excels in overestimating command people have over their dicks. 

Has there ever been a worse mental affliction than that of people wanting to say what they really think and feel? There must be something like fifty pills for that by now.

Metacritic's top picks...

I was thinking ... with the exception of Casablanca and Three Colors: Red, I haven't seen any of these movies. I am fully aware of the existance of them all, I've seen snippets or endings of some of them and I even agree that some are very good, but I've never been much for Citizen Kane, I hate the Godfather and Moonlight, well... Really? Best ever, flawless? They feel more like Academy circle jerk than anything else. Followed closely by Gone with the Wind, 12 years a slave and Zero Dark Thirty, which ... No.

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

"Tales from Persimmon" - ??

I've made for a midway brothel planet that features plenty in the novel, but it occurred to me to compile individual short stories that would stick to rules - one rule or fact to open for a story, like "... for three hours every eighteen days light reflected off larger of two moons passing, illuminating it into a dim, dull alternative to daylight: by Persimmon rules this was the beginning of a three-day maintenance period, during which most establishments were closed to service, their auxiliary units serving as hotels and spas rather than playhouses. Most of girls either took leaves of absence, retired for rest or helped with the cleaning and renovation, depending on their rota. Few secluded themselves to prayer, most visited the people they wanted to see off books. The men were all removed from floors and temples, but could help with janitorial chores if they so chose."

Thing is, true science fiction is dark, and bad. I don't mean poorly written or easily conveyed, I mean proper SF is one rung removed from anxiety horror and it gotsta leave you despondent and scared, as space is and as future should be. I can write messed up shit. I can close with heart-wrenching twists. All the glitter of characters filthy and moist. Instead of a seemingly nice place Persimmon  being rotten and infested with vile ambition, terrible truths burried under the floorboards. 

Am not sure I want to. Alien is only my second favourite SciFi - my favourite is Firefly. I want sex to be fun and space to be challenging. Not like tombs. Like mysterious new stripper that just started working, just when a hushed wind brought in the smell of money, gunpowder and blood. 

So do I make it decopunk or dieselpunk, is all I'm asking.