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|Monday, May 22nd, 2017|
|Monday, April 10th, 2017|
|Thursday, March 30th, 2017|
|Variorum: Food and Politics
The exercise bike at the gym has the option of French Landscape, which made me think that they could do a French version of GBBO called Four de France. And if you don't pedal fast enough, your oven goes off.
Which made me think that it would be adorable if Sue Perkins and Rachel Maddow had a show called Donald Trump: No, Really, Fuck that Guy where it was mostly political commentary, but every once in a while they change into pedal pushers or shirtwaists and cook 50s-style casseroles. And they could make a deal with a manufacturer for special-edition Soup Erkins (cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, etc.), a la Newman's Own, with the profits going to Planned Parenthood or the ACLU.
PS: PETER PANOPTICON--surveys your sex life! never grows up!
|Saturday, March 18th, 2017|
|A Cinco de Mayo Carol
Vladimir Putin was as dead as a doornail. There was no doubt about that. So when Donald Trump saw him (in company with Big Bird, and the Spirits of Wives Past, Present, and to Come) he thought he was just a bite of overdone steak with ketchup.
Big Bird showed him the spectres of Ignorance and Want. "Are there no privatized prisons? Are there no workhouses?" Trump cried.
But then he saw his favorite thing, Himself. He saw a lonely little boy at school. The loneliest!
So he had a change of heart and went to where Tiny Tim was doing his Medicaid work requirement, wall-building. Trump gave him a crutch.
"Allah bless us, everyone!" said Tiny Tim. So Trump took away his crutch.
Yesterday I sketched out a logo for [Project to be Disclosed at a Later Time]. I'll never be able to use it, because Corporate Intellectual Property is Sacred, but I superimposed the Rebel Alliance logo over a large letter omega. Especially when I added big eyes, it looks like a sort of owl-frog creature. It's so cute I Can't Even.
|Thursday, March 2nd, 2017|
|Tuesday, February 21st, 2017|
|Drive-By: Pooh Pooh
As a book about children's literature reminds me, Winnie the Pooh was living in the Hundred Acre Woods "under the name of Sanders." Explains a lot, really.
Probably will not be on the t-shirts for the Science March: #Black
|Monday, February 13th, 2017|
|Drive-By: Allo Allo
MICHELLE FROM THE PERSISTENCE: Listen very carefully. I will say this over and over again until I get through to you.
It just occurred to me that Trump considers the phrase "Great Depression" a personal challenge. We can have a Depression that's Greater! Bigly!
|Thursday, February 2nd, 2017|
One of my coping mechanisms is sacking out on the bed reading thrillers (and in fact have written Jack Reacher Yuletide fic). I also like Jeffery Deaver, especially the Lincoln Rhyme series. The way that Rhyme eventually finds the correct solution (generally after at least one equally plausible but incorrect solution) is to maintain a whiteboard where each new clue is enrolled as it develops.
My current events version is to keep track of some of the totally unimportant people and entities, who have no capacity to do anything to him, that Trump has already pissed off.
* The intelligence community
* The Pope
* The Old Guard of the Republican Party
* Republican members of the House of Representatives who think Trump should tell them about his plans before, say, their 11-year-old reads about them on Twitter
* Most of the diplomatic corps
I mean, obviously, a lot of other people, but with fewer options for biting him in the ass.
At some point, Trump's voters are going to figure out that of course his populism was a lie, and that the reason they don't have good jobs at living wages is that they are systematically underpaid by the rich--and that Trump took away benefits from his voter base for the benefit of the 1%.
I think Congress is going to proudly take credit for freeing people from the chains of PPACA--effective AFTER the 2018 election, so if the voters point out that no, actually, they preferred having inefficient and expensive health coverage to no coverage at all and no controls over medical costs, they can un-repeal.
|Wednesday, February 1st, 2017|
|Oh Jersey City Never Change Part Whatzis
City Hall, a not-unattractive Gilded Age building, is over on the next block from my house. It is surrounded by lampposts with gigantic clear glass globes that are the most 1970s thing you've ever seen (well, except for the thermoses in the second episode of Blakes7)). Today, as I walked past on the way to the gym, I saw a couple of trucks with cherry-pickers so the municipal workers could install new and perhaps energy-efficient light bulbs.
THEY ARE RED. (The lightbulbs, not the municipal workers, although I can hope.) Because what better use of the city budget than to make City Hall look like a discount bordello? (For the British and britaboos among you, the phrase "pound shop" springs to mind.)
I am cheered by, after a period of several years, being able to walk on the sidewalk to get to the gym. The barriers and scaffolding have finally come down because they're almost finished with the outside of the hotel, which is a truncated oval building that looks like most of a racetrack. Perched on top of the glass cylinder that is one of the exits for the PATH train. Because who wouldn't want to stay in a posh hotel that vibrates every few minutes and admits and disgorges rush hour crowds?
|Sunday, January 15th, 2017|
|Drive-By: Do You Feel Like a Hand of Solitaire, Donald?
These days it's tough to figure out what's real news*, so I'm not sure if it's true the President Trump's first diplomatic meeting as president will be a meeting with Putin in Reykjavik. My first thought was whether we could build a wall in time to keep him from coming back, but I guess not. My next thought is that maybe he's going to defect, but we couldn't be that lucky, could we?
Oddly enough the thriller "The Manchurian Candidate" is about a red-bashing politician who turns out to be an unwitting, brainwashed Communist sleeper agent whose spymaster is his mother (played in the movie by Angela Lansbury at Peak Evil, although she wasn't much older than the actor playing her son). It would explain a lot really.
*OK, fake news about the Russian hookers, but I wouldn't mind if it *was* true, I have a problem with Putin paying Trump to piss on the Constitution.
|Thursday, January 12th, 2017|
|Drive-By: Picket Sign
I guess "Hyperion to a Satyr" would be a little too subtle, so I guess I'll have to add Obama and Trump photos and "Look upon that picture, and on this."
|Monday, December 26th, 2016|
|Friday, December 23rd, 2016|
|Saturday, December 17th, 2016|
|Main or Madness?
Every time I think I'm out they pull me back in...err, I mean, once again I did not sign up for Yuletide, because I don't really LIKE Yuletide. But once again I am doing a couple of treats. This means I get to write what I want, only for prompts that I think I can do something with. And the prospect of not getting a story...well, it's like your Aunt Ethel NOT giving you any socks. You can survive the absence better than having to do the Dance of Gratitude.
I think each of the treats will be over 1,000 words. One of them is utter farce, the other a sweet sentimental little slice of life vignette. I saw both of them on the pinch hit list, so their main gift will be written with great speed, but sometimes that means the writer's mind has been Concentrated Wonderfully. If either one goes on the pinch hit list after a second default, I'll try to pick it up, of course. But if that doesn't happen, should I post both to Madness? Or the sillier one to Madness and the less silly to main?
|Drive-By: It's Hamleting Out There
A couple of inches of snow fell overnight, and it's raining now--the too, too sullied slush is melting, thawing, and resolving itself into a dew. I still had to Keep Up With the Joneses and go out and shovel an hour ago because the maintenance man for the apartment building a few doors down was shoveling.
I didn't around to buying another bag of rock salt, but I found that there was an almost-full bag in the rock salt bin (it's a metal cylinder with a hemispherical top; the circular push-in part has fallen out though--it still looks like an embarrassing Dr. Who prop).
|Tuesday, December 6th, 2016|
|Drive-By: B7 Prescience
I'm clearing out old paper files. I turn over the pages and print on the blank side, so some sheets of paper, like Melanie Griffin in Working Girl ("a head for business and a bod for sin") are business on one side and fannish on the other.
This is from the script of the B7 episode "Horizon":
KOMMISSAR: So you're a Resister. Some malfunction of the genes, I suppose. It throws up a Resister about every hundred thousand. Mostly they're detect in infancy.
BLAKE: I was a late developer.
|Saturday, December 3rd, 2016|
|Sunday, November 13th, 2016|
|We All Take a Bow, Including the Cow, Though Business is Lousy and Slow
If you have access to PBS.org, I really recommend watching the London production of "Gypsy" before they cycle it off. Imelda Staunton is just amazing, and it's a very fresh interpretation. Usually everybody just does what Rose* wants either because it's easier to go along, or because they're genuinely afraid of her, but Staunton is incredibly sexy. She sings wonderfully, although she's kind of uncertain in her first number, which made me nervous when I first heard the CD.
However, because of contemporary conditions (reminds self that this is not FFA, so I don't have to go to the US Elections post) I can't help thinking of this production as an allegory, with Staunton as a tiny insane Hillary Clinton dragging her terrible act around an America that is sick of vaudeville and prefers the cheap thrills of burlesque. OK, not a perfect allegory, AFAIK the real Gypsy Rose Lee was a pretty cool person and not at all like Donald Trump.
*Ethan Mordden has a whole riff about how stupid it is to refer to the character as Mama Rose, because her daughters call her Mama and everyone else calls her Rose or Madame Rose. I'm not sure this is valid--I mean, nobody in Hamlet ever calls the King Claudius but that's still his name and title, but whatever.