Needs, Wants and Wishes

Happy New Year!

This journal is just a few days shy of a year old. It’s the longest sustained journal exercise I’ve ever done. I fell far short of my initial goal of posting every day but them’s the breaks.

Today is the day that Nizzibet and I traditionally go over the previous year’s events and then make plans for the year just beginning. We look at what we need (that which is necessary to mental and physical health), what we want (that which we would make an effort to achieve or aquire) and what we wish for (that which would be nice to achieve or aquire but isn’t really something that we feel a need to make an effort for) and plan for how we can support each other in taking care of the needs and the wants. (Wishes, being fanciful desires, we don’t pay too much attention to. Except perhaps to make note of them as possible presents later in the year.)

It’s going to be a little tricky taking care of this while watching out for Aged Mother but we’ll figure something out.

Best wishes, one and all.

Updating Sentient 39

Retrofitting

Redecorating continues apace at Sentient 39. Four “new” pieces of art have replaced the “coming soon” pages. I’ve redone the link headers but won’t have a chance to load them until this evening (or, if things go not well, tomorrow morning). Can’t decide if I like them or not. And I won’t know until I see them up on the net.

The essay on ruling the world needs a serious update but I’ll let that slide for a little bit. It’s going to have to be either a complete rewrite, or a second essay, or I’ll be deleting the whole thing altogether. Priority it’s not.

Nailing Down Ephemera

Having Stepped Out Of The Airplane, I Begin To Redecorate

Part of the fun of the web is the ephemeral nature of it all. It’s the perfect George Lucas (or Orwell, depending on your taste) environment. Don’t like what you’ve posted? Pull it down and put something else up.

Between now and the first posting for The Journals of Lado Perapek on Thursday I’ll be cleaning up and clearing out the Sentient 39 site. There’ll be no evidence that I ever intended to post such a creature as The Cauldron. All the “coming soon” pages will be replaced by new art work. All the link images will be brought in line with the new world order.

This is assuming that I can keep Aged Mother busy (or asleep) long enough to pull it off. And I can get the shopping done quickly.

Changing Direction

Red Headed Stepchild of Invention

Why yes, that is an announcement that The Cauldron will be delayed. It is also, please note, an announcement that there will be something being regularly posted at that space. Right now the plan is to post weekly.

It won’t be a comic. More like illustrated text. Sometimes. More often illustrations with accompanying text. The first two pages are already complete. I just need to load them to the Keenspace queue. It’s very much a make it up as I go along project. I’ve got the basic parameters down. It’s subject matter that’s popped up in my sketchbooks often over the years.

Gonna be interesting.

Or, to Put it Simply: FUCK YOU DONALD

The Gay Marriage Thing

I don’t get it. What is it about male/female marriage that needs defending? What is it that makes the institution so fragile that it can’t be expanded to include male/male or female/female marriage?

Nizzibet and I are married. Been that way for the last nine years. “Officially” we got married in 2001 and thereby ended the one major argument we’d been having since we got together. We weren’t arguing about whether or not to get married, just about what sort of ceremony we were going to have. We finally compromised and had two. One here in the Northwest of the quiet and sacred variety and another down in California of the sunny, loud and crowded type.

Neither of those ceremonies is our marriage. Our marriage is what we do every day. It’s not something that will be threatened when someone else gets married. The stresses come from wobbly finances, differences in temperment, balancing our time for chores/intimacy/creativity and (at the moment) taking care of a dotty Aged Mother. Whether or not LuvSet and BlueMonkey or LH and CK or MD and T tie the knot brings no threat to our union. (Except we’d have to figure out how we could stretch our budget to attend the ceremonies if they were held in California.)

I’ve yet to read an argument against gay marriage that makes logical sense. And the argument should make logical sense. Anyone using the Bible as justification for their argument is just being silly. And stupid. That book can be used to argue against anything. Spare me the Divine Word of God hooey. Me and God, we had a talk once (limited to one sentence and He was doing the talking) and I’ll take His Word over yours.

So, no logical argument against gay marriage. None. Barry over at his journal on Amptoons has had quite few posts on the subject. If you’re interested start here and then look around. He’s far better than I at constructing a reasoned argument (and then presenting it without foaming at the mouth).

What prompted this post?

This letter from American Family Association –

Dear David,

Participation in America’s Poll on Homosexual Marriage at www.marriagepoll.com continues at a steady pace. As of noon Saturday, December 28, the results were as follows:

– I oppose legalization of homosexual marriage and “civil unions” total votes: 201913

– I favor legalization of homosexual marriage total votes: 378689

– I favor a “civil union” with the full benefits of marriage except

for the name: 52238

If you have not already voted, go to www.marriagepoll.com to do so.

Be sure to forward the poll on to your family and friends.

Only votes that have a valid email address associated with them will

be counted. We will be purging those with invalid email addresses,

which may cause poll results to change somewhat.

Sincerely,

Don

Donald E. Wildmon, Founder and Chairman

American Family Association

P.S. Please forward this email to at least one friend.

So consider this a forward. Go say hi to Don and vote in his little poll.

Opinioning

In Which Our Narrator Expresses Opinions (and Opinions of His Opinions) Regarding Various Works Of Fictive Entertainment

C.S. Lewis once wrote a long and rather smart essay on entertainment preferences. Along with discussing individual tastes in one’s amusement he also admonished those who didn’t like a particular type of story to refrain from writing reviews of that story as their reviews could only be negative. With that thought in mind, here are some thoughts about the entertainment I’m consuming.

Opus

I’m the wrong audience for Berke Breathed’s new strip. It’s amusing. But… I remember finding Bloom County amusing. I found Outland amusing. But amusing doesn’t necessarily lead to long term appreciation. For me, Opus the penguin was entertaining as part of the Bloom County ensemble. The whole cartoon animal interacting with (cartoon) human beings had an intrisic humor to it. Opus by himself doesn’t interest me much. Breathed’s art doesn’t tickle my aesthetic sensibilities.

Still, I congratulate him on getting the dedicated half page. I hope the strip succeeds. Because then maybe someone will come up with a comic strip I am interested in.

The Chosen

Nizzibet loves the Chaim Potok novel. So Christmas Eve we watched the 1981 film adaptation that starred Robby Benson and Rod Stieger.

Seemed like a well done film. I can’t really say more. I’m not the audience for it. I’d likely have never seen the film without Nizzibet’s company. I might read the novel enventually but I’m a compulsive reader. I’m far more willing to give my attention to a book about subjects outside my automatic interests than a film about the same.

Billy Bathgate

Much more to my taste. A young man from the Bronx works his way into becoming an assistant to Dutch Schultz and survives his employment through a combination of smarts and luck. Dustin Hoffman does a good job at pretending to be Dutch Schultz. I enjoyed myself enough to suspend my disbelief when Schultz beats to death a man twice his size. Hoffman does evil well but he doesn’t have the physical presence to make me believe that he’d be much of a threat mano a mano.

Ultimate Spider-Man

I borrowed the current run of this title (in trade paperback) from the library. I found myself wondering what someone who hadn’t read the regular Spider-Man series would think of this “re-imagining” of Peter Parker’s story. I find it entertaining the way someone who knows the King Arthur myth enjoys a retelling of the story. They look for what’s familiar, they look for what’s been changed and they judge and evaluate what they are reading based on what they expect is coming.

Thing is, Peter Parker’s story wasn’t written with the future in mind. Stan Lee didn’t expect Spider-Man to still be around in 40 years. He and his artistic collaborators made it up as they went along. So predictably, that story is a big ol’ mess that has gone on way too long.

Ultimate Spider-Man starts at the beginning with the idea “What is Peter Parker gained spider powers in today’s world?” and then goes from there. I enjoy the greater depth of character given to the supporting cast – Mary Jane is adorable, Gwen Stacy is an attractive mess, Aunt May never seems on the verge of a heart attack and we’ve given quite a bit of Uncle Ben before he is murdered. The no-superhero stuff works well.

It’s the Spider-Man side of the story, the villains and their dastardly machinations that don’t have as much spark for me. The Kingpin is a big fat guy who rules all the crime in New York in the original continuity and that’s what he is here. Electro is just there – some guy who tosses around electric bolts. Now he’s the result of genetic experimentation rather than a freak accident. Eh. Kraven the TV star is funny and not really so different from the original. None of those guys were that interesting to begin with that I’d mind any real changes to them.

It’s the revisions of the Green Goblin and Doc Ock that don’t work so well for me.

I much prefer the old school Goblin in a costume with the bat glider and pumpkin bombs to the mutating freak with plasma blasts. The old version has a goofy style. You never knew if Norman Osborn was just his usual ruthless businessman self or if the Goblin was awake and pulling the strings. The new version is just so ordinary. Osborn here was a vicious asshole before he became the Goblin and he becomes the Goblin intentionally in order to become a superpowered asshole. The scaly ugliness is an unintentional side effect. He and the Goblin are the same personality.

Doc Ock is just crazy and murderous in his first adventure. There’s none of the criminal mastermind and his ingenious plots. He’s bent on getting revenge on the man he blames for making him a freak. Revenge is so one note.

Ultimately though, this series works more on nostalgia value for me than anything else. The Marvel Universe would be fun to play with if it were in public domain but I’m no longer a fan of it. I don’t have the time to keep up.

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers – Extended Edition

This movie rocks. End of story.

Firefly

We’re about three quarters of the way through the DVD collection. It’s a fine series and demonstrates once again that television executives are stupid and insane. Why else would someone commission a science fiction series from the creator of Buffy and Angel and then actively work to ensure that it failed? Wouldn’t it have been cheaper to commission a half hour sitcom?

Someday I hope that network television becomes just step in the life of a series. That a series will get its start there and then move on to original DVD productions once an audience has found it. Although for that to work you’d need to have movie executives with a few more IQ points than TV executives.

That’s my rant for today. Cheers y’all.

Evil Intent

Morning. Been up for a couple of hours now, surfing the internet and tending to Aged Mother. My plan to kill her is going smoothly. She eats four eggs a day. That’s twenty-eight eggs a week. With butter. “With butter” describes most of her meals. All vegetables go with butter. Sometimes butter and yogurt. All fruit goes with yogurt, occasionally with soy milk as well. She’d probably eat the fruit with butter as well if I only suggested it. I probably won’t need to. She’s asked for butter on every thing else without my prompting. One of these mornings I just know she’s going to ask for butter to go with her pears. And then she’s doomed.

(Cue manical laughter.)

Merry Merry!

Not A Creature Was Stirring

Christmas Day. No body is up yet but me and the cat. Possibly Skook is still awake but with the sun coming up somewhere behind those dark clouds I rather doubt it. I’m not feeling like dragging on my shoes to lurch out to the garage to see. Christmas is a human holiday. Heck, holidays are a human thing. Sasquatch have the occasional gatherings but those are apparently more political than celebrational. I couldn’t get a lot of details on them.

We’re celebrating Christmas by eating chinese food and watching movies. We watched The Chosen and Billy Bathgate last night. The fridge is too full to try squeezing anything else in so the chinese food is sitting outside in the car. It’s been almost as cold as the inside of a refrigerator at night the last month. Hopefully Skook didn’t decide to check out the car on his way home. If so then I guess we’re eating tuna casserole while we watch The Two Towers and Firefly today.

Merry merry Y’all!