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The Original Release Date was the 25th

Posted by Dirck on 4 May, 2018

But apparently that doesn’t stop people from making today into a Star Wars event.  So why should I resist despite my strong grip on history?

Good fun.

Today’s pen: Pelikan P1 (has never even attempted the Kessel run)
Today’s ink: Herbin Vert Empire (Strikes Back)

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The Revenge of the Heartless Brute

Posted by Dirck on 29 January, 2016

I see that I didn’t mention here having seen the latest Star Wars film about a month ago.  Old news, of course.  I agree with this guy’s take on it, which I will quote:

Star Wars is that friend of yours who you haven’t seen in a while, who was in a long-term relationship where everything was cool for a while and then things just plain went to hell, and the last time you saw them, they’d kind of hit the bottom. Now you’re seeing them again for the first time in years and before they show up you’re humming a little mantra that goes please please please please don’t let this be awkward and weird like it was the last time we saw each other.

And then they show up! And they look great. They sound great. You talk to them and slip into the groove with them, and they catch you up on what’s been going on in their life, including their new relationship with this fab-sounding person who seems to be doing good things for them. And you suddenly realize that for the first time in years your friend actually seems happy. They’re not exactly their old self again — who ever is, after all those years? — but the things you always loved about them are there once more, and you’re so happy to see them happy again that you almost want to cry.

Yep.  And since I viewed the Ewoks, retrospectively, as a sign of the trouble that was to be visited on that galaxy by its increasingly abusive partner, I take some glee in today’s Found Film:

Take that, you little creeps.

Today’s pen, of a more civilized age: Sheaffer Balance Craftsman (whose point came from a Star Wars nicknamed source)
Today’s ink, neither clumsy nor random: Jentle blue-black

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The First Half-Century

Posted by Dirck on 30 November, 2015

Good heavens, is it really that long?  At some point this afternoon, I’m embarking on my second half-hundred years (and I don’t, in the face of genetics and increasing medical comprehension, expect it to be the last, but ill-driven dump trucks can confound).  I don’t think I’ve gained more than what should be the common amount of wisdom over those years, but since such markers call out for pontification, I’m going to make a few observations.

  1. I’m tired of people saying “Do what will make you happy.”  This is not because I don’t, indeed I had such a round of pen repairing yesterday that I discovered ink between a couple of toes, but because it’s not the sort of advice one can follow to the exclusion of all other activities without having the good luck to discover that happiness-engendering something early enough to arrange one’s career path just so, and finding the career path that will allow it at all.  It is also a little too bound up with this miserable YOLO nonsense, which is little more than an excuse for selfish narcissism.
  2. As a follow-up; remember what makes you happy.  Just because you can’t get at it as much as you could wish, don’t toss it away entirely.  I’ll admit that I have left book-binding aside for my son’s entire life, because it calls for vast uninterrupted sessions (unlike pen repair or writing), but I still look at the equipment and consider its use, when one day time allows.  I’m a little ambivalent on the whole “live like it’s your last day” thing because the underpinning of may be profoundly true (dump-truck!) but it also makes every day that your didn’t do everything you wanted to a bit of a failure.  I allow myself the luxury of future gratification.  Note that the vast increase of boredom available on this blog is a result of my eventually taking up the pen of fiction after leaving it aside for… at least a decade.
  3. Don’t give into the notion of acting your age… entirely.  I think that acting like you’re 12 in all things is idiotic, because I freely admit that at that age I had a lot of stupid in me.  I still do, but the layers of experience help to filter it into something less toxic when they don’t contain it entirely.  However, I think that gleeful exuberance is a great thing to hold onto.  I may be this old and (purportedly) wise, but I still giggle now and then.  I even look forward to The Force Awakens because it might fix the damage Episodes I through III inflicted on the most perfect entertainment that 12-year-old idiot ever knew, and which I still hold as a standard.
  4. Also as a follow-up; don’t lament the fact that you’re getting older.  While every passing month makes the possibility of rewarding career in professional sports just that much less likely, if you’re using you’re time properly, you are building up that filter/containment vessel of experience and thus become more able to deal with life.  Consider how easily babies cry at minor things; this is because whatever it is, it’s the worst thing I’ve ever encountered, and I don’t know it won’t kill me!  You get over that, right?  Likewise the failure of the first romantic entanglement, which seemed pretty fatal at the time but which in retrospect was merely the conclusion of a pretty brief chapter in a long and complicated story.  I’m pretty happy that I’ve got a depth of armour against such insults of life, and I rather pity people who haven’t got the same.  Some of them are the same age as me, too.
  5. This is not to say I encourage the burning out of emotional capacities.  I’m not one to fly into a passion, but I will shed the odd emotional tear, whether from woe or joy.  Not to do so is to become inhuman.
  6. Fight the power.  But only after careful study, because a lot of people who think they’re doing just that are actually propping it up.
  7. Eat your vegetables.  Seriously.  A functional bowel is a joy forever.

That should do. I’ll see you all here when I’m 100, fifty-one years hence, to see if anything else has occurred to me in the interim.

Today’s pen, about the same age as me: Parker 75
Today’s ink, a little fresher: Herbin Bleu Nuit

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Force Majeure

Posted by Dirck on 27 March, 2015

A confession, which doesn’t reveal much inky blackness of my past:  I was a serious Star Wars freak when I was a kid.  I was at just the right age when the first film came out, and already inclined to the genre.  I use the past tense because I’m also one of those accuse George Lucas of taking our childhood memories by surprise and beating them into unrecognizability with his egregious “first” trilogy; I still like Star Wars, but the passion has cooled substantially.

Today’s film brings on another, slightly darker confession; I kind of liked the Empire.  I think it’s just because their kit looks cooler, because I certainly didn’t want them to win.  In fact, once I started looking into history properly, this early fondness helped me to formulate a baseless correlation between how good a uniform looks and the underlying wickedness of the regime it served (the Waffen SS had really  good looking outfits…).  Having James Earl Jones and Peter Cushing on side helped a lot, too.

All of which is by way of explanation of the presence of today’s film.  I’m letting the me of 1977 have control of the board for a few minutes.

What this needs for perfection is some voice acting provided by too few people, based on a script that’s more concerned with justifying mouth-movement than the action surrounding it.

Today’s correct-to-period pen: Parker 180
Today’s sort-of-thematic ink, if you translate the name: Herbin Pousièrre de Lune

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