You're moving forward in a figure eight
Happy autumn! After some last-minute, early-morning runaround, I finally got to see a physical therapist about my back. In the evening, I baked things with apples in the toaster oven and watched several episodes of Mr. Palfrey of Westminster (1984–85) with my mother who has nostalgic feelings about the Thames ident with the river-mirrored skyline. The night is suddenly Arctic, full of the sharp colors of stars. I am hoping to have access to a telescope in time for Jupiter's closest approach since 1963, but if not, there's always binoculars. Have a couple of links.
1. I had not heard the contretemps about the origins of Betty Boop, but I appreciate PBS acknowledging that its failure to fact-check generated now-popular misinformation, which is of course harder to recall than the more complicated reality. "We could have thus avoided this teachable moment."
2. Courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thisbluespirit: a gifset of Martin Jarvis in Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970), which I suspect I may end up watching just to have an opinion about what happens to him after the end of it, as the film apparently does not.
3. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: a manuscript scourge, which is exactly what it sounds like, except it sounded like something different to me.
I watched a bunch of movies in the spring before we had to move and intended to write about several of them and did not manage it in time and it is true that I do not have a ready means of rewatching any of them at the moment, but they still feel oddly, mentally inaccessible to me and I am trying to sort out why. It frustrates me to feel so wiped out.
1. I had not heard the contretemps about the origins of Betty Boop, but I appreciate PBS acknowledging that its failure to fact-check generated now-popular misinformation, which is of course harder to recall than the more complicated reality. "We could have thus avoided this teachable moment."
2. Courtesy of
thisbluespirit: a gifset of Martin Jarvis in Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970), which I suspect I may end up watching just to have an opinion about what happens to him after the end of it, as the film apparently does not.3. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: a manuscript scourge, which is exactly what it sounds like, except it sounded like something different to me.
I watched a bunch of movies in the spring before we had to move and intended to write about several of them and did not manage it in time and it is true that I do not have a ready means of rewatching any of them at the moment, but they still feel oddly, mentally inaccessible to me and I am trying to sort out why. It frustrates me to feel so wiped out.
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The copier died today. I do not know how one would say copier in Latin, so I can't say Hic Iacet [Piece of Shit Son of a Whore Duplicating Machine with Razor-Sharp Edges] on its tombstone. My boss has now heard me shout "Piece of shit son of a whore" while snatching my crushed finger out of a machine, though. I should probably tithe to some sex workers in teshuva. They do honorable work and the copier does not.
All of which is to say, the fact that you are surviving at the level you are right now at all is really impressive, and I love the Thames logo thing. It came on the front of Dangermouse and Count Duckula, really fucking quality television in its time.
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A copyist is a librarius—as opposed to a scriptor who does the composition as well as the writing-out—and we shall assume a machine exists in the neuter, so how do you feel about Hic Iacet Librarium Cacatum, Proles Lupanaris, Acies ad Omnes? I'm so sorry.
I should probably tithe to some sex workers in teshuva. They do honorable work and the copier does not.
Especially now that it's dead.
*hugs*
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Remembering a bit from the third act of A Canticle for Leibowitz where an abbot says his office’s printer must possess a soul, because “that machine knows Good from Evil, and it’s chosen Evil.”