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(Her baby Yondu -- yes, I wrote a fic with a small child version of Yondu in it, HUSH -- is the cutest thing I have ever seen. THE ENORMOUS RED EYES!)
Cyborg 2, on the other hand, delivers on the cyborg front, while offering no continuity of characters or world-building with the first movie.
A young Angelina Jolie plays a cyborg intended as a weapon in corporate warfare: the company that built her wants to send her to a meet-up with their competitors, where the bomb inside her will be detonated. A mysterious man who communicates only through screens helps her to escape – along with her combat instructor, who has been looking up the penalties for sexual contact between humans and cyborgs. Together, they must escape to the one place in the world where unlicensed cyborgs can live freely.
Other cyborgs are sent in pursuit, including my favourite character, a vain cyborg assassin whose main concern is preserving his very expensive reconstructed face. There is a sort of robot underground, and a shantytown for those who have been junked. The people involved in this movie were clearly interested in robots! They ask the question, 'can there be love between man and machine?' and they answer, 'hell yes!'
I wouldn't say it's a good movie, or even a consistently entertaining one, but I can definitely appreciate what they were trying to do, and I'm glad we watched it.
(The third movie looks terrible but apparently involves ~cyborg pregnancy~ and also Malcolm McDowell so I think we'll be watching that one as well.)
but I think I maybe might have
I mean I have two more boxes of books right here
but in the other room I have an entire empty bookcase
and in here there's a big gap where the three more shelves are going to be delivered.
So just at this moment, for once, I appear to have
and all my simple by author fiction in alphabetical order.
The anthologies aren't, of course, not by any other logic neither
and the Conan, Star Wars, and Doctor Who books keep their own logic in their own places, which are a bit crammed until those other three planks arrive.
But I have inventoried, shelved, and rearranged in something like author-series-date
and they all fit.
This may well be unprecedented in three generations.
It feels like I'm breaking some sort of natural law here.
... it also feels like I can finally be confident enough of what I've got to splurge on whole author fills to go in the gaps, so, this happy state may well not last long.
But right now
I was laid off partway through the second to last day. I considered time figuring out what I should do next, like looking into politics, as 'work'. This makes this week actually pretty similar to what earlier weeks had been.
- sleep: time from lights out to waking for the day, including handling kids night wakings .
- work: time when actually working (doesn't include non-work activity during work hours or while at the office).
- family: time with Jeff, Julia, and at least one kid.
- childcare: time with at least one kid and without the other parent.
- housework: cleaning, cooking, finances, maintenance, etc
- julia: Jeff and Julia time, without the kids
- personal: leisure, hygeine, personal projects, personal internet, etc
My 'personal' use of time is very lumpy, in that about six times a year I go away for a weekend to play for dancing with the Free Raisins. Amortized over the whole year, this averages to one additional hour of 'Julia childcare' and 'Jeff personal' per day.
The 'stuck' time is when I'm in bed after waking up but can't get up and do things without waking Julia. Phone time, majority catching up on work stuff that had happened in other timezones, but kind of hard to categorize.
My 'housework' time was about half more prototypical housework (cooking, dishes, tidying) and half working on the house (getting the hair out of our tenants' drain, putting in a sump).
I don't do big house projects every weekend, so on average our weeks would have maybe 45min/day shifted from 'Julia childcare' and 'Jeff housework' to 'family'
Julia and I no longer have significant commutes: Julia works from home, and I worked about 10min away until I was laid off. I counted my commuting time (20min/workday, 14min/day) under 'work' for simplicity.
I tracked my time in a Keep note that looked like:
7:30 stuck 7:35 anna 7:37 personal 7:39 work 7:41 housework finances 7:52 familytracking the start of each new thing. Then I cleaned it up in a spreadsheet. Julia used Toggl instead.
 Not usually so water-centric.
It is unknown just where exactly this highly detailed and beautifully embroidered early Jacobean style jacket originated. While it is possible that it was made for The New World, where it was first seen in 2005 on Q'orianka Kilcher as Pocahontas, most of the gowns from that film were recycled from earlier films such as Shakespeare In Love or Elizabeth.
The jacket is seen again in the opening credits of Showtime series The Tudors, most likely on Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn, though her face is not shown when we see the jacket. In 2007 it was used on an extra in Elizabeth: The Golden Age. In 2008, it was seen on Esther Nubiola as Diane de Monsoreau in the film La
Jackets like these can often be seen in portraits from the time period, and several of them still exist today. A portrait of Dorothy Cary, Viscountess Rochford shows an excellent example and an extant jacket in the collection at The Fashion Museum in Bath. is remarkably similar to the costume above, right down to the pink ribbons.
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The silence of the lambs -- are Protestants concealing a Catholic-size sex-abuse scandal? I wouldn't be at all surprised.
The far-right endgame -- a suppressive oligarchy. Very Randian, and I mean Rand Corporation as well as Ayn Rand.
There are two farmers markets locally that we go to; the SU goes to the one by the railroad tracks with the good meats, and I sometimes go to the one downtown (locally, not DC), which has good veggies and fruit. I got ready to go to that one today. I got less than a mile away when my stomach said, loudly, "I don't feel well. I may give you back what you've eaten if you keep going."
What could I do? I took the next cross-street, which is a fairly direct route home, and came home and took something to settle the stomach, which continued to grumble.
I had put down my glasses for some reason; when I picked them up, one side piece fell off, behind the hinge. We went to Kaiser; no, they couldn't fix it, but they recommended a shop some distance away that was going to close in about 90 minutes. It took half an hour to get there, but we did. The cost isn't bad -- $65 is a lot better than ordering new glasses and going without for two weeks because the old ones hurt to wear -- and I can pick them up Monday.
The guy who does the repair also does lenses, replacement and new prescriptions, and I may take my very old Bausch & Lomb sunglasses there to get polarized lenses for them, or maybe even the distance half of my prescription so I can use them in situations where I'm at an angle to the sun that puts light on the *back* of the glass (which means I see the glass surface or dust or smears and not through the glass).
So, I can't drive till Monday after we pick the repaired glasses up, since I need them to drive (legally). I was going to get tickets for a local play - I know one of the actors - but the computer glitched on me and blew the sale, and I'm too frustrated, so it will be next weekend.
(I am very glad that I did not agree to be in the Second Life fundraising event today -- which took place about the same time we were driving along the six-lane looking for the address for the glasses repair place.)
(Oh, yeah, I got locked out of my credit union account on Thursday -- their new 'security system' sent my passcode slower than their time limit for entering the passcode, so I had to repeat the process, and then it said that was the wrong passcode... I got in this morning, no problem.)
And I discovered one of the two soprano coyotes -- it's the collie that belongs to what must be new people in the house behind us (none of the people look familiar and the others had a beagle.) It was listening for the *real* coyote in the park and singing replies. The baritone coyote is still out there being a coyote somewhere, I suspect.
But the contractor who bid on the masonry work we need looks very good and we said yes. And the garlic and onions I planted seem to be doing fairly well; I need to trim back lemon balm from shading the garlic, but that's all.
So the world is slightly fuzzy around the edges, but it's not that bad.