Dept. of Weird

Saturday, 16 April 2016 09:02 am
kaffyr: The llama from Polar Bear Cafe (Llama-san)
Dreams. Go Figure.

I rarely talk about my dreams here. No, wait, I actually never talk about my dreams here. 

But last night I dreamed about being in some sort of polyamorous marriage with Mark Ruffalo and Tilda Swinton, and having twins with Ruffalo, a girl named Ishtar and a boy named London. Who I had to introduce to an older boy and girl who I think must have been their half siblings courtesy of Tilda. 

I ... I think I'm afraid to go back to sleep. 

Ruffalo was absolutely lovely, mind you. 

Dept. of Weirdity

Wednesday, 28 October 2015 09:47 am
kaffyr: (Badly Written)
Dreams and Half-Awake Visions

'Ware. There be dark winds.  )
kaffyr: Eleven is blue inside the blue TARDIS (Blue Eleven)
Hi There; I'm Coming Back to the World

The funeral is three days in the past and my brother is back to work (not because he wants to be back at work; because his boss is a horrible scheduler, is really unsympathetic, and because another guy in his detachment learned that his dad is dying and had to fly to Ontario to be with his family. Sorrow doesn't belong to any one person) and I have a rental car that's super modern and a little intimidating. I'm up in Wolfville and online, albeit not until after I had to fight  my computer and its connection at the cafe where I'm seated.

I am gradually returning to real life; it's the only way I can really explain it. At first, I didn't think I was in limbo for the last, what, week, but that's really the case. Things happen, and you react, you respond to people on automatic, remembering all the lessons your parents told you about being polite and being communicative, and you can even fool yourself into thinking that you're not in limbo.

But you really are.

Worrying about my brother has been helpful in keeping me tied to the real world. When you're not totally focused on yourself, you are closer to OK, I think. He's so very weary, after so many months with my mother's illness (not to mention the months in 2011 when he helped Mum and my stepdad move) that I think it will take him even more months to recover. I want to be here for him, and was looking forward to spending more time with him than I've had during the past two Nova Scotia visits. And then that disappears. Oh, well. I will make the most of the time I have with him.
And of course, I will make a hell of a lot of use of the phone in the near future.

I'm going to spend some time later this afternoon with my stepdad and his eldest daughter. Jane and I will go through some of Mum's things, and I'll get rid of all her remaining drugs by taking them back to the pharmacy for disposal (these are the kinds of things you never really think of when it comes to a loved one dying.) We may even make a stab at deciding what things of Mum's we can get rid of, what my stepdad might want to keep for emotional reasons, and what we can give away.

And tomorrow I'll be spending time with Clara, my Mum's oldest surviving friend (or one of two, but the other lady is living down in the American Southwest), who I really love. She sat with the family at the funeral, but we didn't have the chance to share grief and love, so tomorrow we'll have lunch.

I may come back to the cafe later today, before I head back to my brother's, but I think right now it's time to head to Rob's and Jane's.





kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (It's a Disaster)
Thundersnow. It's a Real Word.
Here in Chicago, where 78,000 customers are without power, (46,000 in the city proper) we are half-way through the biggest blizzard since 1999. It may surpass the Great One of 1967. The wind gusts are 45 mph here in the city, 58 mph elsewhere. And we are having massive lightning strikes. So far 6.8 to 13 inches in the Chicagoland (yes, that's a word, too, at least in Chicago)  and the snow should continue until about 1 p.m. tomorrow.

What's that? Yes, lightning strikes and thunder; apparently one more sign that the snowfall is expected to be heavy. and the official term is thundersnow.

Oh, yeah, forgot the storm-surge they're worried about for Lake Michigan. Lake Shore Drive is shut down.

I got home - today was, of course, a deadline day - at 4:30. I got into the car at 2:50. I drove 13 miles. The last 2 miles took 40 minutes, I think.

I'll be working tomorrow, but from my house. I'm shooting for a Thursday dig-out, which is when I really need to get over to [livejournal.com profile] carnyjack 's to make sure his cats are fed. I went down there last night and loaded up twice the number of water and dry food bowls, then added a two baking tins worth of water and dry food, and made sure their litter could last a couple of days.

I love Chicago. Really, I do, but hell in a handcart, this is the worst I've ever seen in a long time.

I've been taking pictures from the back door. They really don't show the extent of the storm. If I get some better ones before this whole thing blows over, I may post them.

Thundersnow. Bloody hell.

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (It's a Disaster)
Thundersnow. It's a Real Word.
Here in Chicago, where 78,000 customers are without power, (46,000 in the city proper) we are half-way through the biggest blizzard since 1999. It may surpass the Great One of 1967. The wind gusts are 45 mph here in the city, 58 mph elsewhere. And we are having massive lightning strikes. So far 6.8 to 13 inches in the Chicagoland (yes, that's a word, too, at least in Chicago)  and the snow should continue until about 1 p.m. tomorrow.

What's that? Yes, lightning strikes and thunder; apparently one more sign that the snowfall is expected to be heavy. and the official term is thundersnow.

Oh, yeah, forgot the storm-surge they're worried about for Lake Michigan. Lake Shore Drive is shut down.

I got home - today was, of course, a deadline day - at 4:30. I got into the car at 2:50. I drove 13 miles. The last 2 miles took 40 minutes, I think.

I'll be working tomorrow, but from my house. I'm shooting for a Thursday dig-out, which is when I really need to get over to [livejournal.com profile] carnyjack 's to make sure his cats are fed. I went down there last night and loaded up twice the number of water and dry food bowls, then added a two baking tins worth of water and dry food, and made sure their litter could last a couple of days.

I love Chicago. Really, I do, but hell in a handcart, this is the worst I've ever seen in a long time.

I've been taking pictures from the back door. They really don't show the extent of the storm. If I get some better ones before this whole thing blows over, I may post them.

Thundersnow. Bloody hell.

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (brb nightmares)
Fashion - One Day You're In, The Next You're Stupid
I used to love Project Runway, back when it was on Bravo. Yes, I wear jeans and untucked old shirts more often than I ever wear stylish clothes - hello, middle-aged spread - but fashion fascinates me. And Project Runway is the only competition-based reality show that seemed to put at least as much emphasis on real talent as it did on carefully maneuvered and edited drama. (No, Top Chef doesn't count. I can't judge food that's only pixels to me.)

In fact, I loved Project Runway enough that I tuned out the last couple of seasons more because of scheduling conflicts than any unhappiness with it, or its move to Lifetime. Hey, as long as Tim Gunn still presided, gentle, elegant and brilliant, over the workroom and the designers' hearts, souls, and taste levels, I was happy. I'd even learned to deal with Michael Kors' bitchiness, Nina Garcia's capricious standards and Heidi Klum's occasionally cold-eyed world view. So I was pleased this season, when I was able to catch at least a third of the episodes.

That included the last two before the two-part finale, and, of course, Thursday night's finale.

Gah. Now behind a cut, because I should have waited for more than the West Coast feed )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (brb nightmares)
Fashion - One Day You're In, The Next You're Stupid
I used to love Project Runway, back when it was on Bravo. Yes, I wear jeans and untucked old shirts more often than I ever wear stylish clothes - hello, middle-aged spread - but fashion fascinates me. And Project Runway is the only competition-based reality show that seemed to put at least as much emphasis on real talent as it did on carefully maneuvered and edited drama. (No, Top Chef doesn't count. I can't judge food that's only pixels to me.)

In fact, I loved Project Runway enough that I tuned out the last couple of seasons more because of scheduling conflicts than any unhappiness with it, or its move to Lifetime. Hey, as long as Tim Gunn still presided, gentle, elegant and brilliant, over the workroom and the designers' hearts, souls, and taste levels, I was happy. I'd even learned to deal with Michael Kors' bitchiness, Nina Garcia's capricious standards and Heidi Klum's occasionally cold-eyed world view. So I was pleased this season, when I was able to catch at least a third of the episodes.

That included the last two before the two-part finale, and, of course, Thursday night's finale.

Gah. Now behind a cut, because I should have waited for more than the West Coast feed )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Solemn River)
Ambush, Perhaps. Or The Heat Death of the Universe.

I just realized that today is not a good day. I'd thought it was, and all of a sudden it wasn't. Nothing happened to make it not a good day. It just ... wasn't, and I abruptly understood that it hadn't been all day, but that I hadn't noticed.

Perhaps a pot of tea ....
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Solemn River)
Ambush, Perhaps. Or The Heat Death of the Universe.

I just realized that today is not a good day. I'd thought it was, and all of a sudden it wasn't. Nothing happened to make it not a good day. It just ... wasn't, and I abruptly understood that it hadn't been all day, but that I hadn't noticed.

Perhaps a pot of tea ....
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (catwins)
When Rats (and Humans) Dance the Parasite Polka

If you've ever been pregnant, or know someone who ever was pregnant, you're probably familiar with the advice to pregnant women — to stay the hell away from catboxes, in order to avoid toxoplasmosis. That, however, is just one facet of the glittering neurobiology of the parasite which causes the disease. If ever we needed proof that the universe may not only be stranger than we know, but stranger than we can know, this certainly would be a candidate:

"Toxo Modified Humans"
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (catwins)
When Rats (and Humans) Dance the Parasite Polka

If you've ever been pregnant, or know someone who ever was pregnant, you're probably familiar with the advice to pregnant women — to stay the hell away from catboxes, in order to avoid toxoplasmosis. That, however, is just one facet of the glittering neurobiology of the parasite which causes the disease. If ever we needed proof that the universe may not only be stranger than we know, but stranger than we can know, this certainly would be a candidate:

"Toxo Modified Humans"

Crap, crappity crap

Saturday, 19 December 2009 07:04 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (nel as oneliel)
Emo and Irritable Old Broad is Emo and Irritable
I should like to tell the universe that I do not like it. No, not one bit. I believe I shall make it quite clear that I think the universe is a cosmically uncouth lout of a ... rather inescapable constant ... unfortunately .... No matter. Despite the aforementioned inescapability, I intend to have words with it, at which time I intend to be very, very harsh. And after that, I shall invite the universe to stay the hell out of my way. 

Crap, crappity crap

Saturday, 19 December 2009 07:04 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (nel as oneliel)
Emo and Irritable Old Broad is Emo and Irritable
I should like to tell the universe that I do not like it. No, not one bit. I believe I shall make it quite clear that I think the universe is a cosmically uncouth lout of a ... rather inescapable constant ... unfortunately .... No matter. Despite the aforementioned inescapability, I intend to have words with it, at which time I intend to be very, very harsh. And after that, I shall invite the universe to stay the hell out of my way. 

Oh, snap!

Tuesday, 22 September 2009 07:52 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Beautiful Nine)
I Love This Woman.
No, really. She rocks. Courtesy of HuffPost, via BB.

Oh, snap!

Tuesday, 22 September 2009 07:52 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Beautiful Nine)
I Love This Woman.
No, really. She rocks. Courtesy of HuffPost, via BB.

Canada

Wednesday, 2 September 2009 02:19 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Unsinkable)
Slow Glass
     ... and I start thusly, because these were the scattered thoughts I jotted down while my brother and I drove from Ottawa, Ontario to Fredericton, New Brunswick. That was on the 26th; by the end of that day, I was essentially disconnected to Teh Intarwebs, with the exception of my phone. Said phone has become unhappy with me, so I probably will be looking to the tender mercies of Nova Scotian libraries until I return to Chicago on Saturday.
     Still, I want to let you know where my head was at during the first day of the road trip, and I reach into the past for those thoughts. Here are the first crop, presented in the same disconnected mode in which they were generated. More may follow on Thursday, when I can once again escape to the library:they are under the cut. It's not a fake cut, it's a real cut. Why do people call it fake? )

Canada

Wednesday, 2 September 2009 02:19 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Unsinkable)
Slow Glass
     ... and I start thusly, because these were the scattered thoughts I jotted down while my brother and I drove from Ottawa, Ontario to Fredericton, New Brunswick. That was on the 26th; by the end of that day, I was essentially disconnected to Teh Intarwebs, with the exception of my phone. Said phone has become unhappy with me, so I probably will be looking to the tender mercies of Nova Scotian libraries until I return to Chicago on Saturday.
     Still, I want to let you know where my head was at during the first day of the road trip, and I reach into the past for those thoughts. Here are the first crop, presented in the same disconnected mode in which they were generated. More may follow on Thursday, when I can once again escape to the library:they are under the cut. It's not a fake cut, it's a real cut. Why do people call it fake? )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (One - Bullshit!)
Science Is My Friend. Science Likes Me. What's Your Problem?

Rant, ranty-rant-rant )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (One - Bullshit!)
Science Is My Friend. Science Likes Me. What's Your Problem?

Rant, ranty-rant-rant )

Updates

Sunday, 30 November 2008 09:00 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (One and Home)
A Bit of Linky Goodness (or Weirdness, as may be.)
Well, if I'd actually signed up to post every day in November, I'd have been a total failure. Luckily, I did no such thing, allowing me to completely lose interest  in posting over the Thanksgiving holiday period. No particular reason, or at least none upon which I can place a finger. As best as I can tell, it was simply a case of Ennui returning to my couch for a while. I've kicked him out, but he's still hanging about the foyer, with his Gauloises and his superciliously weary attitude.

Even now, I have little of worth to say. I shall, therefore, limit myself to a few links; you may explore them as you will.

1) freerice.com is one of life's little pleasures for me. I can strengthen my word muscles, and help provide a little something for others at the same time.

2) If you are not a fan of the recently-passed Prop 8 in California, or what it might portend elsewhere, you might want to check out these two communities:
     a) [livejournal.com profile] engayge_america  is a clearing house of information and opportunities for anyone who believes that Prop 8 still needs fighting, or who believes in full human rights for GLBT humans.
     b) [livejournal.com profile] red2rainbow  is a similar community, created by a gifted fan writer, [livejournal.com profile] minerva_fan  . If you're from her general neck of the woods, or even if you're not, you might want to check it out.
     c)
While this is not a community, I like the idea, and commend it to your consideration.

3) And bringing up to the Weird Rear, the Lord of Crossharbour's letter from his very own Reading Gaol. I had no words when I completed my own read-through. Not the initial one, nor the subsequent revisits.*  You might have some.

* Well, except for thanks that a grieving Robber Bride has some splendid Hungarian dogs for company, per her incarcerated Robber Baron.

 




Updates

Sunday, 30 November 2008 09:00 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (One and Home)
A Bit of Linky Goodness (or Weirdness, as may be.)
Well, if I'd actually signed up to post every day in November, I'd have been a total failure. Luckily, I did no such thing, allowing me to completely lose interest  in posting over the Thanksgiving holiday period. No particular reason, or at least none upon which I can place a finger. As best as I can tell, it was simply a case of Ennui returning to my couch for a while. I've kicked him out, but he's still hanging about the foyer, with his Gauloises and his superciliously weary attitude.

Even now, I have little of worth to say. I shall, therefore, limit myself to a few links; you may explore them as you will.

1) freerice.com is one of life's little pleasures for me. I can strengthen my word muscles, and help provide a little something for others at the same time.

2) If you are not a fan of the recently-passed Prop 8 in California, or what it might portend elsewhere, you might want to check out these two communities:
     a) [livejournal.com profile] engayge_america  is a clearing house of information and opportunities for anyone who believes that Prop 8 still needs fighting, or who believes in full human rights for GLBT humans.
     b) [livejournal.com profile] red2rainbow  is a similar community, created by a gifted fan writer, [livejournal.com profile] minerva_fan  . If you're from her general neck of the woods, or even if you're not, you might want to check it out.
     c)
While this is not a community, I like the idea, and commend it to your consideration.

3) And bringing up to the Weird Rear, the Lord of Crossharbour's letter from his very own Reading Gaol. I had no words when I completed my own read-through. Not the initial one, nor the subsequent revisits.*  You might have some.

* Well, except for thanks that a grieving Robber Bride has some splendid Hungarian dogs for company, per her incarcerated Robber Baron.

 




kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Shut the Fuck Up)
Latest from the Schadenfreude Gazette
Of all the many aspects of this story which make my mouth try on interesting shapes to explore, I find the picture of most note:   Conrad Black - whose name graces the cutline of said picture - might also be ... bemused. Yes. Yes, we shall go with bemused ....

For it, indeed .... )

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Shut the Fuck Up)
Latest from the Schadenfreude Gazette
Of all the many aspects of this story which make my mouth try on interesting shapes to explore, I find the picture of most note:   Conrad Black - whose name graces the cutline of said picture - might also be ... bemused. Yes. Yes, we shall go with bemused ....

For it, indeed .... )

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Jae's heaven)
Anime - Surreal High Theater of Two Dimensions in Three,
or Art Form from Planet Sideways?
Discuss.
     Because there are times I just sit and ask nanda hell, you know?
    Believe me, I adore a lot of anime. Just ask folks around me. I have for years. I love a lot of Japanese cinema, both high and low, and Japanese art,  too, but there's a special place in my heart for painted moving pictures from the mysterious and often-weird-to-my-stolidly-British-Canadian-cum-American-Midwestern eyes.
     I was delighted a couple of years ago when I talked one of my editors into letting me do a package of stories on anime (and manga, yes, I know manga started first, and I know its historical provenance, and I like reading Bleach almost as much as I like watching Ichigo and Inoue and Chad and Ishida kick massive butt in episodes 1 through 189 - uh, where was I?)
    Right. Anime. Quite simply, I love it.
    I love the diversity of artistic styles, I love the colors. I love the music (BB got all the Bleach opening and closing songs yesterday! W00t! Happy People!)
     I love all the iterations of the many near-archetypical and insanely stylized story lines, the equally archetypical and insanely stylized characters. I love mecha. I love Teenage Heroes. I love feudal Japan. I love impossible physics that allow gorgeously choreographed fights and the sublime beauty of strange imagery, whether it's wind, or birds, oceans, mountains, cherry blossoms, and moonlight.
     I love the trainwreck mashups of intense and surprisingly adult emotional stories, blood-drenched violence, bathroom humor, fanservice, and -- oh, everything. Flying battleships and heroes dying on crosses wound about with roses ... Buster Keaton as Lear on crystal meth, with Bluebottle, Jesus Christ, Faust and the Katzenjammer kids trying to find Sophia and Justice and freedom from the bomb in all the places the universe offers as stages.
    (And don't think there aren't women on stage. Don't mess with anime women: not the Babes, not the Madonnas, not the Assassins, not the Mothers, nor the Sisters, nor the Lovers, nor the Scientists, nor the Cyborg Cops, nor the Queens. Or the Insurance Adjusters. Don't ever mess with the Insurance Adjuster Women.)
    But sometimes ... sometimes, when I'm watching warring high schools with legions of toxically lethal 14-year-old warriors, with no adults in sight, with freshmen who turn into dragons when their glasses break, and casual talk of reincarnated war chiefs eating dogs in the basement ....
   Sometimes you just have to say WTF, y'all. You know?

*And, no, Miyazaki's stuff is not anime, not as such. It's brilliant, but it's not what's croggling me here. Just so you know.

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Jae's heaven)
Anime - Surreal High Theater of Two Dimensions in Three,
or Art Form from Planet Sideways?
Discuss.
     Because there are times I just sit and ask nanda hell, you know?
    Believe me, I adore a lot of anime. Just ask folks around me. I have for years. I love a lot of Japanese cinema, both high and low, and Japanese art,  too, but there's a special place in my heart for painted moving pictures from the mysterious and often-weird-to-my-stolidly-British-Canadian-cum-American-Midwestern eyes.
     I was delighted a couple of years ago when I talked one of my editors into letting me do a package of stories on anime (and manga, yes, I know manga started first, and I know its historical provenance, and I like reading Bleach almost as much as I like watching Ichigo and Inoue and Chad and Ishida kick massive butt in episodes 1 through 189 - uh, where was I?)
    Right. Anime. Quite simply, I love it.
    I love the diversity of artistic styles, I love the colors. I love the music (BB got all the Bleach opening and closing songs yesterday! W00t! Happy People!)
     I love all the iterations of the many near-archetypical and insanely stylized story lines, the equally archetypical and insanely stylized characters. I love mecha. I love Teenage Heroes. I love feudal Japan. I love impossible physics that allow gorgeously choreographed fights and the sublime beauty of strange imagery, whether it's wind, or birds, oceans, mountains, cherry blossoms, and moonlight.
     I love the trainwreck mashups of intense and surprisingly adult emotional stories, blood-drenched violence, bathroom humor, fanservice, and -- oh, everything. Flying battleships and heroes dying on crosses wound about with roses ... Buster Keaton as Lear on crystal meth, with Bluebottle, Jesus Christ, Faust and the Katzenjammer kids trying to find Sophia and Justice and freedom from the bomb in all the places the universe offers as stages.
    (And don't think there aren't women on stage. Don't mess with anime women: not the Babes, not the Madonnas, not the Assassins, not the Mothers, nor the Sisters, nor the Lovers, nor the Scientists, nor the Cyborg Cops, nor the Queens. Or the Insurance Adjusters. Don't ever mess with the Insurance Adjuster Women.)
    But sometimes ... sometimes, when I'm watching warring high schools with legions of toxically lethal 14-year-old warriors, with no adults in sight, with freshmen who turn into dragons when their glasses break, and casual talk of reincarnated war chiefs eating dogs in the basement ....
   Sometimes you just have to say WTF, y'all. You know?

*And, no, Miyazaki's stuff is not anime, not as such. It's brilliant, but it's not what's croggling me here. Just so you know.

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