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Spoiler Alert

Posted by Dirck on 29 May, 2020

I’ve mentioned I like horror as a genre, both in books and films, right?

Oh, such a disingenuous opening. Putting aside rhetorical coyness, then– today’s film is a small commentary on the unexpectedly repetitive work of one of the great modern names in the genre.

For the record, I think Crimson Peak was an extremely fun film, and given the sort of thing it was set out to emulate, a quite successful exercise in its sub-genre. You’re certainly allowed to think otherwise, of course.

Today’s pen: Parker 75
Today’s ink: Edelstein Olivine

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It’s Like They’re Twins

Posted by Dirck on 15 May, 2020

Joy and Terror, that is.

I just put in the order for the new computer. I know that for some a new computer is a trivial expense, or perhaps a minor inconvenience. I’m not like that. Three people, one paycheck (plus the vast wealth which writing short fiction generates); it’s not an arrangement with a lot of loose cash. So, the strange fluttering in my chest at the prospect of a new, fully-functional computer arriving on the doorstep soon is… hard to ascribe a genesis to.

Oh, look; it’s next month’s credit card statement.

Let’s put terror aside, now, and consider horror. Fun horror.

Had I a little thought to spare at the moment, I might do my own suggestions in this style, but for the moment– that’s a pretty solid list.

Today’s pen: Pelikan th.INK
Today’s ink: Herbin Poussière de Lune

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Hey, Wait! It’s October!

Posted by Dirck on 11 October, 2019

That means I should be putting up the rubber bats and artificial spiders! This is good news for the real bats and spiders, who can honestly do with a vacation.

Since last week’s film (a colourized, dubbed Metropolis) got a totally predictable copyright strike, I’m putting up something this week which is nothing like it: it’s new, it’s entirely original content by the person posting it, it’s meant to be in colour, it comes with it’s own voice track, and… well, there’s some saltiness in that talking. But that’s fine. He’s talking about that most noble of things– horror films.

There. Never let it be said that art-theory presentations need to be dry or unentertaining.

Today’s pen: Pelikan M600
Today’s ink: Diamine Evergreen

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We Are Now Beginning Our Descent

Posted by Dirck on 9 November, 2016

Because I am an optimistic socialist (of the non-thuggish sort that makes Scandinavia so appealing), I am seldom surprised when elections don’t turn out the way I had hoped they would.  This does not prevent me from being appalled.

I’m appalled because there are people living in the US whom I like, and since the concept of a President Trump does few people who are not named Trump any good, I’m worried about their prospects.

I’m appalled because I am a citizen of a world that in many ways needs to pull up its collective socks (environment, economy, armed struggle), and giving some of the levers of control to someone whose sole guiding principle is “what’s in it for me, right at this second?” seems like a great way to screw every last one of us badly.

I’m appalled because I live not two hundred kilometers from the US border, in a part of Canada under which oil is found and on which lies fertile farmland, and there are ghostly whispers in my ear of lebensraum and manifest destiny which cause my flesh to creep, especially since my father lived in a nation adjacent to one which gave itself, through democratic processes, to a racist-supported demagogue.  I need only remember stories of Dad’s childhood to grow fearful for my own nation’s future with this sort of president-elect next door.

I did all I could, not having a vote there.  I yelled on Twitter and Facebook, where I am followed by no one to whom my yelling seemed anything other than common sense.  That’s all anyone who lives outside the US could have done, and given how many people inside the US were shouting, it was apparently to no purpose.  This article gives a pretty clear notion of how all this has come to pass– in essence, the people who feel that they have been abandoned by the powerful have been casting about for some means of smashing the system that no longer attends to them, and Trump appeared, a convenient molotov cocktail to through through the window of the nation.  That he was the candidate of the party which has striven hardest to establish class boundaries in the US did not matter.  That he is one of those powerful who benefit from the system– born to wealth, insulated from consequences, a true avatar of the notion of ‘entitled’– also did not matter.  He used the low salesmanship which enabled him to shake people down for mail-order steaks and dubious university fees to get himself shoved into the pinnacle of political power, and to those who had become desperate enough to believe such a prodigious infant of the system will smash it, it hardly mattered how transparent the lies were.

“Drain the swamp,” we hear from his supporters.  They have now got someone who may well toss some dynamite into the swamp to destroy what currently lives in it, but only to make way for stocking it with new and more horrifying monsters.  He is, after all, a muck-encrusted swamp beast himself.

I have been engaging in idle prognostication this morning, based on the experience of ten years wriggling in the grip of one of the most villainous prime ministers Canada ever inflicted upon itself, and a whole adult life of pondering the lessons of history.  I don’t claim real prescience, though, so I can only suggest a range of possible futures.  None of them are particularly appealing.

The best, the absolute best that can be hoped for is that Trump, or those around him, make a good-faith effort to make good on what he’s promised.  This will be blunderous, because they don’t actually know how to run a country (hint– it’s not really like a business at all) and also don’t actually comprehend what life is like for people whose income is less than several hundred thousand dollars a year, so that absolute best will be something like the Reagan years but starting from a worse place (which, one hastens to point out, is thanks to the efforts of Republicans to block anything Obama wanted, regardless of what good it might have done).  The Trump supporters described in the article linked above won’t be any worse off, but they’re unlikely to be any better.

The worst… well, there’s a lot of possibility there: environmental collapse, wars foreign and domestic, and the devastation of international economies (I’m not a friend of the current crop of free trade deals, but protectionism is also problematic).  I would not be at all surprised by an assassination attempt during the first term, but I can’t quite see its genesis.  It might be someone who can’t stand the America that Trump makes, perhaps a Bernie supporter driven mad by the consequences of his protest write-in.  It might be one of the poor oppressed buggers who voted for Trump, realizing that the attempt to smash the system which had kept him down just saw him pinned in that system’s wreckage.  It might even be a put-up job by his own inner circle, because regardless of the source, an assassination attempt on President Trump would be a magnificent excuse to gut the constitution and usher in a true dictatorship.  Remember how fast everyone in DC said “Yes!” to The PATRIOT Act?  Well, imagine that with a mono-party legislative branch.

I also suspect that, in the latter case, a successful assassination would suit the planners right down to the ground, because he’s more tractable as a martyr than as a living, increasingly paranoid figurehead.  It will hardly matter, though.  Relations between Imperial Russia and the Plutocratic States of America will be so strained by then that the nuclear exchange will be a mere enraging tweet away.

Good luck, USA, and good luck to the rest of us.  We’re all stuck with this situation now.

Today’s comfort pen: Parker 75
Today’s ink: Herbin Poussière de Lune

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