Slow Horses

May 6th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

Spate of new-ish programming lately that’s kept me powering through the interminably repetitive weeks: From is back and as abstruse as ever; Matt U. assured me there’s a supernatural component to Yellowjackets, so I gave in to see what all the hoopla is about; Mrs. Davis, Damon Lindelof’s latest romp, about an omnipresent AI that is actually hardly around; Rabbit Hole, which really should’ve gone where its title suggests but instead seems like a worse version of Mrs. Davis; and the superior spy show with the MI5 rejects in “Slough House.” Gary Oldham’s Jackson Lamb is the freshest character I’ve seen in some time.

Apple’s been picking some winners lately, so I gave Silo a shot, and the scene with Rebecca Ferguson climbing toward answers at the end of the second episode must’ve led me to a dead end in a neighborhood completely sealed off by connected buildings, some businesses like a coin laundry, most of the others residential. The cul-de-sac didn’t appear to have any exit than the way I came, until I spotted what looked like one on the third floor up a mesh ladder, followed by the traditional kind from the second level. Surprisingly no fear of heights. An Indian woman called for her boys Xavier and Shervin, neither of which I recognized as Hindi names. A prominent radio antennae stood on the roof.

Wearables

April 23rd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

I must confess to being pleasantly impressed by the combadge-like concept behind Humane’s wearable projector—not that I can imagine these things ever replacing handheld devices, but if I were to see them in a Korean drama set in the near future (we’ve reached a point in this timeline where that’s a viable premise), I’d commend the attention to design. In my dream, the ring was similar but older technology and who else but Margot Robbie v0.9 Jaime Pressly asked for my help retrieving a phone number from it. Turns out I didn’t need to figure out a physical connection to the computer because when I ran its barebones application, a sole entry appeared, with the name “David Gest”, which must’ve been the one.

Remember

April 22nd, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

I’ve been tracking my sleep with the app religiously for the month now, and while I got the impression it had a pretty good handle on my REM, last night’s series doesn’t seem properly reflected in the breakdown. I could’ve sworn I returned at least thrice to the same class or group of people after waking, the first in such an agitated state, alas, with no recollection of its cause, that I was certain my heartrate would have spiked. And perhaps it’s only more evidence of the time dilation that occurs in dreams, but my last outing, where I fearlessly ascended a wall by hand-screwed bolts (a premonition of or motivation for finally assembling my “걸쳐 culture” rack), definitely felt longer than the three minutes recorded.

Christmas Lights

April 19th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

I could’ve sworn my welcome lurid dream happened after waking at three, though that would mean it awkwardly segued into my later holiday-themed one in an office, it was dark, later in the evening, and as we all headed for the exit, our bubbly Kelly Kapoor became decorated with firefly-like lights slowly falling from above. Everyone cheered as they received their own shower of special effects—me, however, mine was but a trickle in comparison to the others, and I thought maybe that was because I remained preoccupied with the stupid job and didn’t share in their wonder, their laughter, nor embody the same joyous spirit that flourishes in the human heart and connects us all. I probably should have, considering I had finally gotten some earlier.

Sleep

April 16th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

Luckily the 6-year-old X is still compatible with the newer watch to track yet more information from my heartrate, whose accuracy I can really only gauge from recognition of my dreaming state immediately upon waking. Earlier this morning we were on a plane (just having completed our Spring Break trip), when I noticed, from a view up front and not through a tiny window above the wing, that it was flying far too low and would need quite the pull to avoid the oncoming buildings. Instead, however, the captain made the audacious decision to land with no nearby airport, careening first through a chain-link fence, of which I knew lesser vehicles were capable, but the brick wall that followed, that left only our cabin intact. Apparently there was a medical emergency onboard that prioritized this reckless act above the safety of all the passengers, though one Black woman with a cancer-stricken daughter didn’t think so. Don’t remember much of anything from my return to REM sleep later except that a news broadcast referenced the crash.

Ro Laren

April 1st, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

There’s still some surprising me, after all; I shat all over the first two seasons of Picard, their unwelcome new characters, nonsensical plotlines, and worst to me, the submission to popular dystopianism—turns out all they really needed to do was bring everyone back, a few of their kids and some familiar guest cameos. …And fuck me, that reunion on the bridge of the D was worth it all, as if they wrote the entire season around it, to hell with the previous ones or rational in-universe explanations. Never mind the lighting, it was the carpet all along! Reminded me of how I’d see Star Blazers in TNG, e.g., Wolf 359 to the Earth Defense Force’s last stand against the Comet Empire; this is like their Yamato.

Clampdown

March 30th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown

1991

March 21st, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

…My 386/33 couldn’t run Doom with a playable framerate without shrinking the screen down to the size of, well, things clever people have been putting it on since. (The Ultima Underworlds required I read text.)
Used the AGE category on this entry but it’s more “Things Have Come” (as in a long way), isn’t it, though that’s probably a better acronym for another subject and as much as I like the riff on Wells, it’s not really something one notices or appreciates until there’s far enough to look back upon—not that a whole lot still can’t change, and for the better, but holy shit, there’s Lego of Korean boys.

Lance Reddick

March 17th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

Walked to Chick Fil-A tonight for my free sandwich and came up with an idea to honor the man with a comic in his name, but fuck, it’ll have to come after “Row Your Dream” and “Ninja Magic” (though I recently decided I might switch up their order); he appears to warn me about making a deal with the Devil for a killer bod like his, having lost his soul after the one accelerating contract condition he chose because he never expected to happen, namely a 300-pound man winning the Best Actor Academy Award. He returns to his place among the pantheon of ripped RIP’d, like you’d see on Regular Show, including Bruce Lee and OG Khan.

生きる

March 16th, 2023 § 0 comments § permalink

I preferred how the characters in the original served their purpose and didn’t reappear, much less intermingle as archetypes, but despite these and other changes, how can I disparage Ishiguro’s reliable eloquence:

I wonder, Mr. Wakeling, if I may now turn to matters you may consider more personal. I have no wish to belittle our playground, but I put it to you that it was, all the same, a small thing. And that it will, before long, go the way of most small things. It may fall into disrepair, or be superseded by some grander scheme. To speak plainly, we cannot assume to have erected a lasting monument. Should there come days when it becomes no longer clear to you to what end you are directing your daily efforts, when the sheer grind of it all threatens to reduce you to the kind of state in which I so long existed, I urge you then to recall our little playground and the modest satisfaction that became our due upon its completion.

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