There is an argument to be made that today’s film has some educational content.
…but I don’t have the energy to construct one that will stand up. Here, then, are two people having fun with science, but not at the expense of science:
A couple of months ago, this spot was occupied by some deeply strange cartoons. Here’s another by the same hand, which we might also call a parable for our time.
It’s not often you see H. Bosch and P. Max influencing the same work.
Another lost Monday, alas, this time to a phone-call which ran long over the start of my lunch break. By the time I had basic sustenance down me, there wasn’t time to get the machinery churning properly on the novel. As petty revenge for this, I filled free moments in the rest of the afternoon doing some preliminary world-building for a future story with a (relatively) hard SF setting– I now know just how big my ship is, and how quickly it rotates to provide 1G on the main working deck and Mars-equivalent gravity in the recreation area. Idle brains are the Devil’s plaything, after all.
I don’t know about you, but I find myself with a day off today; some sort of religious observation, I think. In anticipation of people looking in here needing more than the usual amount of diversion, I’ve got a longer than usual Friday film. It’s newer, too, so the contest that’s mentioned is something you could actually pursue (if you hurry!).
Anyway, enough introduction; here’s an interview with a man who is in many ways an excellent role model.
“I love me some flexible nibs.” Fine words to live by, gang, although I’m not so opposed to a firm point as he.
The paucity of output this week is down to Monday being too taken up with agony to be creative. You may remember a really dumb thing I reported doing to my leg about four months ago. Well, I managed to do almost the same thing without the assistance of ice on Sunday evening, simply through inattention; I stepped too long for the last step in a flight, and then down I went. The damage isn’t as bad this time (although I really should have a medical professional opine upon how things stand with my inner rigging), but it was sore enough on Monday to make creativity in anything other than self-directed terms of abuse fly right out the window.
And to avoid leaving people up in the air about important things: the pen I had in my pocket at the time is completely unscathed.
I have, sadly, more or less stopped fighting in armour. Time constraints, fears about (more) concussions, equipment failures… it all adds up. Something that I don’t entirely miss about it is that “scalds with safety” thing Shakespeare mentioned. However, I did enjoy, when we did public demonstrations, people being surprised at how well we could get about in our outfits. Just check this chap out:
…and yes, I wish I had that gear. Look in your heart– I’ll bet you do, too.