I am beginning to imagine our world as a great battle between Heaven and Hell - and we are winning. Not sure yet how, but considering how aloof Heaven is, thinking nothing is as good as them, putting us in the same 'beneath' box as Hell, we've failed to make it easy on them. I think that once, at first, everything was war and sex and greed and pillaging and destruction, but over time, lately, violence has gotten out of fashion. Suddenly it's no longer popular to up and go siege thy neighbour, and people prefer to live in peace. Young normal men no longer wish to be scarred and to burn in battle, but to have a homey house in the suburbs and a meager job to pay for their kid's fashionable fickles. armies are having a good deal of trouble convincing the citizen to fight, because nobody has any real reasons to fight left - the years of media have finally convinced the absurd futility or better yet - the absurd farce of confrontations, proving that whatever bogus enemies we should be prejudiced against, do not exist. Boohoo the communists, boohoo the Arabs, boohoo the Koreans.... Sorry. they're just dudes like us. Everybody's whacky, everybody dresses funny and has odd values compared to the others - but this planet is shrinking and although we will constantly pursue the need to pick fights, the vast, vaaaast majority of mankind is just trying to pay the sticky price for well-being: day jobs. Hey: nothing important comes easy, so grind and bear it - you want a white picket fence, work for it 35 years wearing a silk noose around your neck.

Some old stuff; forgot to post it, but it would be a shame not to, I think...

The Ninovela Cards headers, summer, fall and winter :)

Holy sheeshkebab.
I just discovered audio books. I mean - I always knew they existed, 'cause they were always getting in the way of my adobe downloads and some books only existed in the anoying mp3 format... But - OMG!! I now get to have Bill Bryson read to me his latest book while I paint!!!! Like, holy friskies!!?

...Well, we live and learn.
Which leaves knitting and setting my own books up for this winter. Leg warmers, here I come!!! (You, too, Mr. Bryson.)

I've watched the ending of Battlestar Galactica finally and cried like a bitch for the most part. (The last two parts, to be precise.) I've cried when old Adama gets drunk and throws up in an alley back on his home planet and loots at the stars with the worst smile imaginable, reminding me so badly of my dad, the stargazer, the old man, small and alone with too many memories and not quite so many friends... I cried when Mrs. Rosslin died, at last, having found Earth indeed... I cried when Starbuck's husband's remains fly off into the sun, thinking that I would love the General if he was reduced to a beating heart in a jar... I am crying still, in fact...
aw, bummer.

St. Martin's day feast :)

 

Word of the day: rapture
Song of the day: King's Of Leon: Radioactive
City of the day: Singapore (2048)
Short story of the day: The Deviant Dharma
Food of the day: OverMuraMovingCake
Lady movie of the day:  Eat Pray Love (bit just cause of Mr. Bardem. Hello!)
Game of the day: Texas hold'em (lost to an eleven-year old. For fuck's sakes.)
Commercial of the day: second to fifth page DOW add featuring carbon - Popular Science  Nov 2010
Time of the day: late


laters!....

Entertainment intermezzo

It's 5:2o am, dog's still got her snout under her tail, bundled up and far off in dreamland; honey's just gotten suited up and hurried off, bravely, into the coldness and darkness of the real world, with a promise of another dozen of tummy kisses as soon as he walks back in from the door...

          I have about an hour of absolute leisure time during which I can do anything I want at all and never feel unproductive about it, because nobody that's human would ever ask anything of me before 6:3o on a weekday :) So I can eat whatever I want, drink my coffee, go through my mail, doodle with my own pro-bono projects and watch things on full screen and not just on a 12% size up in the corner while I create something else... 

          Today's The Good Wife was beyond brilliant. I can't believe how good TV can be and thus easily lack a string of underwear models in lead roles. (REALLY, Rookie Blue? Really??)

          For a moment I was terribly afraid that seeing Michael J. Fox all scare-crow moving and twitching was going to be a very sad thing to watch. I had to keep trying to tell myself he's an actor, maybe he's just acting? I don't know. But. Two minutes later, when he's blatantly manipulating the jury, who is drawn into like a penguin following a mirror light on a wall, is nothing compared to that absurdly BEYOND brilliant moment, when he's pouring himself a glass of water and nobody, not jury and not us, the viewers, have heard a single thing that the doctor on the stand said in order to explain his testimony - for the jury. That was such a good, good point. Of course he also does just that - plays the jury like a chubby lute, making the opposing council work their arses off and then makes them think they've won... The show has been said to want to show situations, knowing the least about the cases, thus having the littlest as possible to actually disclose, and show the maximum of the theatrics that actually win cases. Boston Legal pointed that out as well, but then you always knew who's gonna win, because they had Denny Crane... ;)

           The third candidate was so all over the place this time, that the poor (regardless of how attractive or unattractive he is) Chris Noth's character wasn't even seen, he had his adorable weasel played by Alan Cumming doing the dirty politics instead. The slam dunk on breast cancer was a little too obvious, but I did agree with the kid's statement that 'politics is fun again', there, for them... I also liked the choice of Lily Taylor for Kalinda's dark secret-not, as there's a chance we'll get more of her in time. Pity these characters only appear once or twice - I wouldn't mind seeing them walk in the door and stay as they do in various other legal dramas :)

           Anyhoo... This was an excellent start of the day. Now it's almost seven and the rest of it has to begin...