2012 — 25 January: Wednesday
Despite browsing most of the direct, and many of the indirect, links from Ophelia Benson's latest weekly "Butterflies and Wheels" salvo I can find nothing that I feel the slightest inclination to mention. Politics, religion, ignorance, prejudice, violence, and just plain barminess1 have conspired to work their dismal effect on me, and it's going to take at least one more cuppa to elevate my endorphin levels. What an extraordinarily stupid, vicious species we can be.
Still, at least I got a couple of cheery overnight emails. I think I shall be whizzing down into Soton for a gentle mooch around later this morning. Haven't done that for a while.
Nor, come to think of it, have I published a photo of Christa and Peter for quite a while. Easily fixed:
My pair of earth-movers :-)
Thanks, Mr Postie...
... for dropping off my own copy of the book whose cover I scanned yesterday. I just missed him while I was out topping up some parts of Mother Hubbard's cupboard. It's almost drizzle out there, and uniformly grey. Perfect for a visit to dear Mama later today, methinks. (No point wasting good weather.)
Actually, I've been vaguely thinking of exposing some of my weekly letters to the ol' dear on — as it were — the visible tip of my little web iceberg. They form quite a neat 12-year diary of family Mounce life from early 1995 until I stopped writing them in late 2007. Watch this space...
And so it...
... came to pass, as they used to say, that I got back from my latest visit at 16:19 or so, walking into notification of my latest e-banking statement. The Micawber principle still rules. Yay! I've also picked up the next year's schedule of (increased) direct debit dates. If I were as rich as dear Mama, I'd be quite well off. Still, the care-home is steadily doing its best to erode our differentials (as it were). I think I deserve another cuppa.
Bones as entertainment?
I was intrigued to learn, while listening to the commentary track that accompanies an episode2 of "Bones", that a whole bunch of stuff lifted from Julian Jaynes' 1976 book "The origin of consciousness in the breakdown of the bicameral mind" ended up on the cutting-room floor (not that they shoot on film stock, these days) as "audiences were yawning". Pity. Would have been nice to see that strange material make it on to a Prime Time TV show :-)
Setting aside the fluff and the gore, I'm finding this TV show pretty damn' fine stuff.