My current relationship with my writer self really is like the one between the Eagles in 1979 recording THE LONG RUN album. So I was sort of pondering these words this weekend.
Well, we’re scared, but we ain’t shakin’
Kinda bent, but we ain’t breakin’
In the long run
–Eagles, “The Long Run”
Yes, kindness to oneself can work. At least today. And I’ll worry about tomorrow well… tomorrow.
It’s a small cut, scabbed over by the time I got out of bed (read: the theater of operations for this morning’s feline war games) after it happened and got to the bathroom to see if I needed to do anything about it. It’s certainly not the biggest or most painful scratch the smol furry children have given me. The sudden stampede across my head was more shocking. The mild anxiety after the fact that but for another inch, I’d have been the new Left Eye was more traumatic. No it’s not true trauma, and I don’t say that with some dumb-dumb dismissal of my own pain. But c’mon, I know there’s worse going on out there.
We're rewatching #Warehouse13 and it makes me wonder:
If the Warehouse sits in the strongest empire of the day to be well protected, at what point in the last 4 years would it have been moved the fuck up on out of here?
Okay, I’m way behind on these, given that Season 2 is out now! I’ve avoided spoilers and stuff so when I get around to picking in up on Blu-Ray, I’ll review just like I’m doing with Season 1 on here. Speaking of which…
We’re all immigrants in an intersectional space called… The Twilight Zone.
We’re at a point in time where the privileged are openly showing their asses in public — just the kind of folks that would’ve been a ripe target in the classic TZ era. Easy pickings for Jordan Peele, who I think has a little extra glint in his eyes as he gives the intro to this one. But we don’t just see the outward oppression by the privileged. We see its more insidious sides: the way the rules don’t apply to the privileged, feeling good about doing something illegal that you don’t feel should be, when you assume all your problems will go away as long as you play by those same rules. It’s a good life for the protagonist, which is why it’s such a scary thing for her to lose.
There are some pretty strong callbacks to classic episodes like “The Obsolete Man” and, if you look carefully and manage to spot it, to “Eye of the Beholder“. And if I’m not mistaken, a dialogue callback to “The After-Hours“. Here are some other takeaways…
“Matheson” charter school, get it?
Yay for the illustration of Asian collaboration in oppressive systems.
“It could expose us, and them”
Gotta keep the children innocent (in their privileged bubble).
That way the kids can concentrate on knowing how to use the technology better than you do.
And now we’re in the world of The Obsolete Man.
You know, I think there’s a certain suspension of disbelieve that producers bank on when you throw in the name “Twilight Zone.” It works sometimes… but not always.
It’s so good to see you again.” “You don’t remember who you are.” — just like “The After-Hours.”
The Jack Elam Score for “Point of Origin” (out of 5):
1: “And this lemon-sucker here…”
2: “Ain’t nobody been exonerated yet, that’s for sure!”
3: “Sharp boys, real sharp boys!” 4: “A regular Ray Bradbury!”
5: “CHECK ‘EM FOR WINGS!!!”
It’s late, I’m tired, and not doing so great. And while I don’t have the urge to crawl into, say, a bottle of any kind, Mazikeen does illustrate my mood perfectly.
I’ve only got a few things on my mind this week.
1
4 out of 5 days this week, our internet was out so all of my remote work had to be crammed through the tether from my ThinkPad to my cell phone like the dad in A CHRISTMAS STORY with his screwdriver and his plumber’s helper. It was a pain in the ass and I do not recommend it. But it worked and it just brought to mind just how good I still have it in the face of [gestures wildly] all this.
2
Another year, another Worldcon, huh?
So from the social medias, it seems another #HugoAwards has passed with that mix of awesome winners (CONGRATS!) and some shit that went down during the ceremony.
1: “And this lemon-sucker here…”