2012 — 8 October: Monday
I note the rain gods currently1 have the upper hand. But since I have a fresh cuppa and the William Walton music (Spitfire, Prelude and Fugue) is fine, what do I care? Besides I'm not going anywhere without some breakfast and some clothes.
Liquid fire
It's a little ironic in the light of yesterday's film (Prometheus) that I managed to blister some of my fingertips while I was cleaning limescale from the kitchen sink last night. I was too lazy to find and don a rubber glove and thus found out the hard way that the dilute hydrochloric acid is still capable of being nasty. I dread to think what a full-on "acid attack" is like, but have learned my lesson (finally). Come to think of it, I also learned a new word on one occasion when our physics teacher, substituting temporarily for our chemistry teacher, had a similar spot of trouble with an improperly swilled sink in the latter's lab.
On a happier note: my next tad of pension is now sitting there waiting for my command. I think I'd better start with food.
I had no idea...
... what "ontic" means and, having read this piece while pondering all the while whether it's truly worthy of "Pseud's Corner" or whether (not impossible) I'm merely far too dim to appreciate it, I find I agree — absolutely — with the writer of the one comment it has so far attracted:
Criminy. Five thousand words that fill me with a desperate "longing" for lit crit intellectuals to be stuffed and mounted.
Time to get out there and fix Mrs Hubbard's cupboard. Again.
I confess...
... I'd be quite surprised if Stephen Holden did actually write "Jugoso cine negro. Delirante y sensual" in the New York Times but I get the gist of his meaning. Having recently watched "The Handmaid's Tale" by the same director, I thought I'd try his take on 'film noir'. I'm not sure I yet wish to re-watch his powerful "Lost Honour of Katharina Blum", however, which Christa took me to see over a third of a century ago. Thanks, Mr Postie:
Could have done without the credit card bill, of course.
I think I've found...
... the perfect birthday token gift thing — unless he's already got it, of course — for my older birthday 'twin' Christopher. And, may I just add, it's passing strange to think that, after my own birthday, I will finally have caught Christa up. Meanwhile, my new walking technology has just arrived. It was made in Vietnam, of all places. It may get a road test as early as this coming Wednesday.
Oddly, it's already nearly time to sort out an evening meal. Where did that day escape to?
It had to happen
When I read about this in the "Funny Old World" section of Private Eye I rather suspected it could be a spoof. But, if it is a spoof, it's been carried through very convincingly, and with videos:
What would JT McIntosh have said, I wonder?