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first real trailer for 'Black Panther'

(I'd consider a liiiiiitle bit of side-eye at sampling Gil Scott Heron for something so mass-market-advertised, but, hell, if you're going to do it, this piece of exploding Afro-futurist awesomeness is the place to do it.)
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I came across this comic as part of a conversation about the science fiction theme of "MAN GOES TOO FAR AND NATURE STRIKES BACK" and I think it does a fine job of walking the line between using the trope and mocking the trope. And it amused me.
rmd: (purplehair)
I think I just read some kind of feminist trifecta of lighting bolt in written form

That's a bunch of stuff about consent and consent culture and rape culture so, you know, tread carefully if that's a thing for you. Meanwhile, my head is reeling after reading the three of them in quick succession.
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So, got a low tire pressure warning light on the Fit - nothing *looked* egregiously low, so I figured out which was the problem tire (passenger-side front) and bumped it back to full to see if it was a slow leak or what.

This morning, the tire was dead dead dead. So, now I'm waiting for a roadside assistance truck to show up and swap it out (I'm lazy and I hate those default little scissor jacks).

Guess I should get a new tire. Not sure if I should replace both the front ones or not - only about 8500 miles on it. Also, I should probably get a honda-fit-related usericon.
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It's been a week full of annoying news, so here's a positive story. The Order of Tents is a 150 year old (it was started by two former slaves after the civil war ended) semi-covert organization of Black women that does good works. Here's an article about it.
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I need to get someone to replace a couple of 2nd floor windows in my house. Ideally also do some repairs on exterior trim and a few spots of siding. This looks to be bigger than my small-time handyman does and smaller than my big-time contractor does. So I guess I have to find someone who's JUUUUUUST right.
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So, back last year when a block of "Hamilton" tickets were released, I managed to snag tickets for the NY production of "Hamilton" for this week. Fourth row, front mezz, house right, so pretty good seats, and the tickets were priced at face value. [personal profile] clauclauclaudia and a few friends (who I don't believe have DW accounts) and Claudia's brother and my stepmother all took the train down to NYC on Weds, and most of us stayed overnight at the Paramount hotel (pretty much across the street from the theater, which was good as my stepmother has some mobility issues) and then took the train back on Thursday afternoon.

The show was everything I hoped it would be - exceptional, and the choreography and staging were a delight (one advantage of the mezz seating over orchestra is that I think we got a good view of the pattern-making in use on the nested turntables on the stage). Quite literally: I laughed; I cried; it was better than "Cats."



May. 22nd, 2017 11:35 am
rmd: (flip off kittens)
We have two kittens! Many uncurated kitten pics at http://regisdonovan.org/kittehs/. no names on them yet, but they're happily chasing each other around rambunctiously and purring up a storm.
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So, I've got a thing to go to out of town Sat night that entails leaving Somerville before noon, and I don't know that we'll be back before 5pm on Sunday. Which means that I will probably see exactly none of Open Studios. Alas.

And while I've been invited to a few things on Friday, I can't even manage that as there is EMERGENCY MATH TUTORING that has just been scheduled for Friday evening.

So, apologies to all the folks I know who are exhibiting - I would love to be part of your SOS crowd, but I am stymied by circumstance.


Apr. 3rd, 2017 11:36 pm
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from http://tywkiwdbi.blogspot.com/2010/10/necropants-explained.html (link has a pic somewhat nsfw):

If you want to make your own necropants (literally; nábrók) you have to get permission from a living man to use his skin after he's dead.


After he has been buried you must dig up his body and flay the skin of the corpse in one piece from the waist down. As soon as you step into the pants they will stick to your own skin. A coin must be stolen from a poor widow and placed in the scrotum along with the magical sign, nábrókarstafur, written on a piece of paper. Consequently the coin will draw money into the scrotum so it will never be empty, as long as the original coin is not removed[1]. To ensure salvation the owner has to convince someone else to overtake the pants and step into each leg as soon as he gets out of it. The necropants will thus keep the money-gathering nature for generations.

So, yeah. Necropants.

[1] This seems like it might be some kind of rules-lawyering workaround, since if you don't remove the original coin, there's always a coin in it.
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I need some external repairs done on my house - my regular small-scale guy (Rick Miller) doesn't want to do it because it involves Stupid Ladder tricks due to location on the house, and my regular large-scale construction folks (Stealth) haven't returned my call or email. Anyone got suggestions for folks they like who'll do small exterior work? I need some fascia boards on the back porch fixed/replaced. I also need a bunch of gutter work done, which may be the same folks or not.

If not, I may hit up the folks working across the street in the empty house to get a quote, since they seem to be doing reasonably good work there.


Mar. 24th, 2017 11:09 pm
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My throat had been doing so much better and I was down to a mild cough kept in check with liberal application of occasional cough drops. Until late this afternoon when I had a relentless coughing fit so hard I almost threw up. And now my throat is back to hurting when I breathe too vigorously, nevermind hurting when I swallow at all.

stoopid cold.
rmd: (sweeney)
Here's a link to the previous described ukulele melee I was part of on the last night of the cruise.
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I went on a week-long cruise with a boat full of nerds and it was awesome. JoCo Cruise 2017!

I played Pandemic and we failed to save the world!
I played Whitechapel and we had to stop before we could catch Jack the Ripper!
Molly Lewis taught me to play the ukulele!
I was part of a 140-ukulele-strong Ukulele Melee that surprised Paul (of Paul and Storm) for his birthday by singing "Hungry Like The Wolf" with a special verse!
I got to be part of a small group of folks singing along with Ellen McLain when she sang Portal songs.
I saw a mash-up musical of Coulton songs and the plot of Portal and it was amusing and fun!
I saw a bunch of concerts with lots of different acts in different combinations that had many delights including; one of the Doubleclicks dancing around in a shark costume doing the Eliza part in "Satisfied", Zoe Keating being hauntingly amazing with a cello and a laptop, Aimee Mann singing a slow jazzy version of the Mary Tyler Moore show theme, Nerf Herder playing the Buffy theme song while they were singing along to it with "meow" noises, a cover of Prince's "I Wanna Be Your Lover" that nearly set the room on fire, and covers of George Michael's "Faith" and "Freedom" that had people literally dancing in the aisles. Much to my surprise, Paul and Storm did not play That Fucking Seamen Song (actual title, "The Captain's Wife's Lament"), probably because Peter Sagal wasn't on the cruise so they couldn't torment him with a 40 minute intro to wind people up for it.
I spent time in the swimming pool and hot tub on the ship. I got a sunburn in spite of sunscreen because the sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma, but not too bad because sunscreen.
Because the ship was a charter, the random background music was a special mix that was way better than whatever their standard soundtrack is normally. (I am assuming their public area music does not normally include, e.g., Emerson, Lake, and Palmer or Frank Zappa.)
I read several books: "Ballad of Black Tom" and "Lovecraft Country", which are evidence in support of the hypothesis that the best Mythos stories these days are African-American centered. "Ancillary Justice", which was as good as I'd heard. And I read at least a dozen short stories, mostly from assorted kickstarters.
I surprisingly did not end up watching Amazon/Netflix stuff I'd downloaded to my iPad (although I may yet since I'm currently stuck at the airport for hours before my red-eye flight), nor did I do much crochet (ditto) or make it to any of the "learn to knit socks" craft sessions on the cruise.
rmd: (sweeney)
I was sick the first weekend and busy/tired for other parts of it, so I haven't seen as many films this week as I usually do during the annual Boston Sci-Fi Film Festival. A couple of good ones:
Tomorrow Paradox
Without Name
Last Broken Darkness
The Worlds of Philip K Dick
The Wizard, OZ
The Ascendants Anthology

RIP Truck

Feb. 15th, 2017 01:01 pm
rmd: (truck)
If all goes as scheduled, my truck will be getting picked up today while I'm at work. I bought it in March 1996 after I moved to WA. I slept in the open back of it on the Olympic Peninsula, slept in it in campgrounds in California after I got the cap for the back. Slept in the driver's seat several times at rest areas in California and Oregon. Flipped down the tailgate and had meals and cooked in Washington, California, Oregon, Montana, and Idaho. I drove from Canada to Mexico in that truck, and from Washington to Massachusetts. I took a detour on that last trip just to get a picture of the truck in front of Devil's Tower, seen in the usericon of this post. I loaned it to people who drove it across the country and back, and loaned it to people who carried everything from stage equipment to furniture to pornography in more local trips.

It was a solid little truck - only had breakdowns a couple of times, and held up better than I expected, although its last decade was more sedentary as it was relegated to 'I need to tote large things' second vehicle status.

When I was cleaning it out, I found an emergency tampon in the glove compartment - quite a shock as I had the hysterectomy in 1998. The truck and I have been through a lot of changes over that time. Although when I bought it, I had no cats, and now that I'm getting rid of it, I also have no cats. So it feels a bit cyclical in that respect.
rmd: (sweeney)
Philip K Dick, that is... One of the films on Wednesday evening at the Boston Sci Fi Film Festival is a documentary about Philip K. Dick, The Worlds of Philip K Dick. I'm planning on being there if anyone wants to join me.
rmd: (sweeney)
Oh god, if only I lived in this better world. (no overt political content, btw.)
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