My federal tax refund arrived. Thank you, past me, for so generously over paying! Washington state has no state income tax as of right now so I'm all done for the year. Nice.
Today is the public Food and Beverage meeting. The blush is off the rose here. It's just old ladies bitching about the same shit over and over again. Half want a dining room dress code that makes them dress up for dinner and half do not and it will never happen so shut the fuck up. There are 3 women who do nothing but bitch about salt. The Food & Beverage director says they use a modest amount of salt in cooking. These three women was zero salt used (cause why have flavor?). So they bitch every month and the response is always the same. What is the grade of beef used? This question is asked and answered every month. In fact, all of the questions asked and answered every month are the same.
So, yeah, I'm looking forward to it. Ha!
I'd really like to make my Goodwill trip today and I could do both but tomorrow's better for Goodwill.
I'm just cranky for no reason. And Biggie needs attention.
On my way back from the pool this morning, I spied this hilarious camouflage. I don't know these people. They moved in about a year ago with a teeny tiny adorable puppy.
This Flash game by Argentine developer Daniel Benmergui presents a scene with a woman in a rowboat looking up at a man sitting on the moon. As the player you can snap photos of different portions of the scene and move them around, leading to different resolutions of the scenario. Is this some sort of romantic game that I'm too aro to understand? I do remember this game making the rounds in the late 2000s and being held up as evidence on the pro side of the burgeoning "can video games be art?" debate. Personally I have always found this debate tedious and misguided, proving nothing except that "art" is a poorly defined term which is used to arbitrarily judge elements of culture as worthy or unworthy. So that's probably why I never clicked any of the links to I Wish I Were the Moon.
Coming to it now, my strongest impression is that it doesn't demonstrate anything about art, but it does demonstrate (yet again) that I am extremely aromantic. The game is supposed to be a representation of a love triangle; I do know that. But it makes my brain do the thing that it's been doing my entire life, which is to interpret romantic scenarios that I don't understand as anything other than what they are intended to be. (My brain does this especially with songs, which tend to be worded vaguely enough that it's easy to do. This breakup song could be about a friendship turning sour! This passionate love ballad could be about any kind of love and it doesn't even have to be about a person! It could be about a city or a fandom or a celestial body!!)
So what is the moon in this game? It's something the man loves which is separating him from the woman in the rowboat. Who says it has to be a person? It could be his career or his faith or his family or just about anything! I guess you could argue that one of the essential qualities of art is that it's open to interpretation, but let's not and say we did.
The 2008 version of I Wish I Were the Moon is playable in a Flash emulator here. In 2022 the developer also offered a free remaster on his itch.io page here, but I have to say I think it lacks some of the charm of the original.
If you like futuristic military techno-thrillers, you’ll probably like this book. Do I need to say more? Let’s consider the many varieties of book reviews including consumer, preview, sponsored, literary, professional, and academic. In this case I’m a reader (or consumer, if you prefer that term, which I don’t). This is a preview because the book will be released April 7 (although you can pre-order it). It’s almost sponsored because I know Bruce and critiqued earlier versions of the opening chapters, and he sent me a free copy of the final book, but I’m writing this review because I want to give my honest opinion. Tips on how to write a review usually recommend writing a summary of the book. To my thinking, this habit largely results from an unexamined hangover from middle school book reports when you had to summarize a book to prove to the teacher that you actually read it, no matter how tedious your summary was (and is). We’re adults now, and we have all the tedium we need. You can just read the book blurb, which is blissfully brief. A critical assessment is also recommended for a review. In this Electromagnetic Assault, bullets fly around and things blow up a lot. For this reason, I found the battle that takes place in my old neighborhood in Milwaukee especially entertaining. There are endless plot twists, as befits a book of this type. To say more would spoil your fun. So much for my summary and assessment. The reviewer is also advised to mention relevant information about the author. Bruce is a former Air Force officer. You will notice the expertise. More broadly, I think there three types of book reviews: • The first is for readers who haven’t read the book but wonder if they want to. That’s what we’re doing here. • The second is for readers who aren’t going to read the book but want a useful, thoughtful summary from a professional so they can feel like they’ve read the book. The review provides a lengthy non-tedious analysis. You can often read these in upscale magazines and academic settings, which is not where we are now. • The third kind of review subjects the novel to literary criticism regarding its writing style and thematic development. I think the very short chapters add to the velocity of the book, which is an appropriate attribute for a thriller. To discuss its literary merits further, we would both need to have read the book, and so far only one of us has. To conclude, I believe Electromagnetic Assault is a worthy addition to its sub-genre. Enough said.
Nobody is sure who the enemy is, where they come from, or what their goals are. Still, they are the enemy and it’s up to the United Earth Surface and the Allied Orbital Forces Command to show the enemy what’s what.
I've reached that stage of the semester where it feels like I do little else besides teaching and sleeping exhaustedly.
I generally don't use the living room for much, aside from sometimes playing with George or for sitting down in a chair momentarily while grinding coffee beans in the morning. On Monday morning, when I walked over to the living room, I noticed a new source of flashing light (ugh, video short so I can't embed):
That is one of the monitors in scrottie's office. He has been in California since November. It wasn't doing that the day before. Maybe the recent power outage caused this? Regardless, I dug out the key to his office door and went in to turn off this monitor again. The cats were briefly entertained by the opportunity to poke around in a space they haven't been in lately.
Speaking of possessed electronics, this darn document reader in the classroom where I teach REFUSES to behave.
I keep having to record videos of it because apparently our IT folks can't reproduce the issue. Their most recent hypothesis has been that something about the OS on my computer is causing interference when I have my computer plugged into the HDMI input. But in this instance, my computer is totally unplugged from the system. So.
A silver lining to my inability to function in the evenings is that George likes to come and snuggle. I've been putting on birdwatching videos for him, but decided last night to try out a cat documentary instead.
The cat documentary did manage to hold his attention for a good 20 minutes before he heard some noise and decided he needed to run off.
I dreamed I was watching a movie scripted by J.K. Rowling starring John Lennon. Lennon- who wasn't really Lennon but an AI approximation that looked more like Daniel Radcliffe- was a conscientious British police officer who was being hauled in to be disciplined after insisting on arresting an American woman who was so highly connected as to be above the law. While he waited to be seen- and probably sacked- a small, rat-like alien creature was squirming on the floor and throwing a knife at him. He threw it back and hit it twice. The third time he lost patience and leant down and sliced its head off.
In the dream that followed I was working in a hospital where all the staff wore bright pink uniforms. We weren't supposed to sit in the windows in case the sight of men in pink offended outsiders but we did anyway. "Look" I said to my co-workers, pointing through the window, "All the men out there are also wearing pink- (and they were- all shades of pink- and nothing else)- "and there's a man in pink who doesn't have a head...."
Everyone needs contact comfort sometimes. Not everyone has ample opportunities for this in facetime. So here is a chance for a cuddle party in cyberspace. Virtual cuddling can help people feel better.
We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. A nest full of colorful egg pillows sits in one corner. There is a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!
Since I took my vids site down years ago and then had my vidding machine crash on me, my vids have been spread scattershot in various places. A few on YouTube. A few on the Internet Archive. Most MIA. But I was poking around the basement and finally found the disk backups of a lot of them, so I'm going to start putting them back online and up on AO3.
First two show the fully crazy range of my vidding: wacky hijinks to existential dread.
The wacky hijinks part is on display in the first one:
Pop a Boner A multifandom vid using every instance of male nudity I could get my grubby little paws on.
The song is from the Zero Patience soundtrack. (Zero Patience is a Canadian musical about the alleged first AIDS patient. It's funny and uplifting and fuelled by furious outrage. You should watch it.)
And for existential dread, have a little Withnail and I:
The Fear The song is by Pulp, and I used every moment of dread and depression in Withmail & I. (Withnail is a really funny movie with a high angst quotient, and I chose the angst over the humour for this one.)
This is the vid I'm possibly most proud of, and I'd feared it was lost forever, so I was so happy to find it in my disk backups.
It's been more than a week since I posted! Part of that's just life being busy; part is that osprey_archer is here!
Today we went to Bright Water Bog, swung on a swing, ate some cranberries, and saw ice forming. It was sunny, but a cold wind was blowing, and a few flurries of snow came down.
(We also went to the Smith College Botanical Gardens, but this is a drive-by post! So there's only the one photo.)
It looks like the temperature may reach the high teens tomorrow, and with plenty of sunshine too. If that proves to be accurate, it might be the first day of the year when I can reasonably use the word warm instead of simply mild. I did have a cup of coffee in the pub's beer garden this morning and it was okay, but I had a coat on. Tomorrow I have too many boring things to do to have time for a pub break, but I doubt I'll need a coat at all. :)
Movies: None. Really need to get on that AFI list!
Television/Streaming: the recent episodes of Taskmaster New Zealand. It's a fun group. Also a couple of episodes of Buffy, season 3: "Revelations" and "Lovers Walk." I'm not completely sold on Faith at this point; sometimes she annoys me. I'm happy Spike is back. Is he a dick? Yes. But I do enjoy him as a character.
Books: I read Sing Unburied Sing by Jessmyn Ward for our DEI book club at work. Ward has been on my list for a while, and I can see why her books have won awards. The writing was really good, and I thought the atmosphere of the place/time was well-done (rural Mississippi). There is a LOT to unpack here about family, and the impacts of racism, and poverty, and drugs, and there might be a little TOO much going on in the plot and that muddies things a bit. The book is told in mulitple points of view, and while that can be well-done, you have to make sure the voices are distinct enough. JoJo, the young boy in this story, sounds a lot like his mother, Leonie, and that was confusing. There were some good elements here, though, and I'm sure we'll have a lot to discuss at book club.
I did not finish The Sirens by Emilia Hart for my other book club. I got about 20% in before I could not read anymore. The motivations of the main character did not make any sense to me and she did not seem relatable at all. That doesn't always have to be the case, but also, if you are going to make some weird choices, you have to find a way to explain why the character would do those. (For example, the main character here is a journalism student and loves investigating things; yet, when confronted with a situation where asking some questions would absolutely be the thing to do, she just . . . doesn't. She stays put and cleans the apartment instead. The fuck)?
I'm currently reading An Offer from a Gentleman by Julia Quinn, as we just finished the Bridgerton season it's based on. They have changed some things and these books are ridiculous but I wanted a little bit of fluffy stuff in between other books.
Video Games: Playing Bendy and the Ink Machine. It's been occasionally frustrating when I get lost, haha. I love the art style, though. And the "cartoony horror" is not that bad, a few jumpscares of creepy things.
Listening to: Moving on with the Rolling Stone Top 500 albums, I listened to Black Flag's Damaged, number 487 on the list. This album was number 340 on the 2012 list. Rolling Stone blurb:
MCA refused to release this album, denouncing it as “immoral” and “anti-parent.” High praise, but Black Flag lived up to it, defining L.A. hardcore punk with Greg Ginn’s violent guitar and the pissed-off scream of Henry Rollins, especially on “TV Party” and “Rise Above,” which came with the timeless smash-the-glass salvo “We are tired of your abuse/Try to stop is but it’s no use.” Punks still listen to Damaged, and parents still hate it.
This is not really my style of music. Most of these songs blended into each other for me, but I did like "TV Party" and I can see why this album is a seminal work for this genre.