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There is once again disorder under heaven …

— but the situation is, if not excellent, fairly decent (“disorder under heaven but the situation is excellent” is an old quote from Mao Zedong).

It didn’t look like it would be when Plushie got up Saturday morning and puked up blood … but it turned out it was just the colored coating of the antibiotics he’s on. Antibiotics stopped (vet’s recommendation), he was back to normal. Indeed, better than normal — since treating his eyes last week, he’s been really lively, even pulling a few of his old misbehaviors. I think his eyes must have been hurting for longer than we realized, poor guy.

Second bit of disorder, an absolutely wretched night of sleep Monday. It did not make me productive Tuesday. Then, Thursday, I had a dental cleaning — everything looks good, but appointments like that always throw me off my game the rest of the day. I would have worked around that (research reading or low-concentration tasks) but we also had the housecleaners arriving that afternoon which meant a couple of hours sitting with the pets in the spare bedroom to keep them out of the way. And keep the cats from running out in alarm at the strangers in the house!!!

As Snowdrop doesn’t go up to the bedroom as often as Wisp does, TYG had to catch him and lock him in. He didn’t struggle but he was not happy. Maybe happier than usual — we put down lots of catnip and feline soothing spray — but we need a better method. I’ve been putting food upstairs to get him used to the bedroom; I don’t think it’s enough but I’m not sure what is. Still, we have another month to work on it.

So that was Thursday largely out of the game. And today I took Trixie in for a quick dewclaw trim because it’s digging into her skin. Normally our groomer trims ’em but we canceled this month’s appointment to avoid any irritation to Plushie’s eyes.

Plus I had more Local Reporter work this week than usual, not one but two council meetings, one on the Carrboro town budget, one on its downtown development plan. That was five hours of meetings, plus the writing.

Everything else was Jekyll and Hyde — watching a couple more movies, doing a lot of reference reading (papers, books), rewriting some sections. Even one of my Atomic Junkshop pieces this week was J&H related, a look at the two “Mr. Hyde was a cokehead” films of the 1980s (when else?). The other was my article about the Black Widow’s 1970 reboot, reposted to fit into my Silver Age Reread there.

That’s John Romita giving ‘tasha the distinctive look that would define her for the rest of the century (even her current look isn’t that far off).

Plus Sunday TYG and I took the first bike ride together since at least the pandemic, possibly longer (it’s one of those habits it’s easy to fall out of, it seems). It was great — she pushed me to go a lot further than I usually ride — though her bike’s saddle is slipping up and down so much, we can’t repeat until REI figures out the problem (it’s an older model).

Oh, and my friend Kat Traylor has proposed a follow-up to our collaborative anthology Ceaseless Way (GetCovers design, based on suggestions by Arden Brooks). Tentative theme: escape. Despite the amount of work it took last time, I have one, maybe two stories that would work for the theme so why not? And it should be easier as we know what we’re doing. We’ve begun inviting new writers in and a couple have said yes. Oh, if you want the first volume, it’s available in paperback and ebook.

So that was my week. Hope yours was good. Now bring on the weekend.

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Entranced cats

This cat toy has multiple parts that move at random, keeping Wisp and Snowdrop fascinated. It was one of TYG’s better pet buys.

Here we Snowdrop a little higher off the ground.

Happy Friday! Bring on the three day weekend for anyone who’s getting one.

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The shapelessness of spontaneity

Isaiah Berlin: “Men may be divided into those who are in favour of life and those who are against it. Among those who are against it there are sensitive and wise and penetrating people who are too offended and discouraged by the shapelessness of spontaneity, by the lack of order among human beings who wish to live their own lives, not in obedience to any common pattern.”

That, I think, sums up a big part of the Republican Party and the right-wing both. As Robert Altemeyer wrote in The Authoritarians, hate the idea of people “not in obedience to any common pattern” — there have to be clear, absolute lines saying black is black, white is white and you do not cross the lines! Which, of course, are much sharper drawn and allowing you a much narrower space the lower down the social hierarchy you are. You don’t punch up at leaders who break the rules, you punch down at (in the right-wing social order) women, gays, POC, trans people, etc.

Only you’re not really punching down because you’re putting them in their rightful place. Patriarchy knows what women want better than they do. As witness the pro-natalists don’t ask women what would encourage them to have more babies, they assume they know.

We have psychologist Richard Beck arguing that “We need to ask and answer teleological questions about a host of pressing social issues … Liberalism can’t answer any of these questions. The state is neutral toward questions of “the good,” leaving that up to its citizens to work out for themselves.” As Fred Clark says at the link, this is a good thing: “‘What determines a good human life?’ is a good question and a vitally important question. You don’t want your government supplying the answer to that question. Because any government providing an answer to that question will end up imposing an answer to that question.”

For too many conservatives, government should indeed be imposing an answer, at least for women, as conservative Paul Deneen argues. That makes women’s rights a scary thing: male supremacy is such a sweet deal, if you’re a man. It’s no surprise some men choose to believe that it’s a wonderful thing for women, absolutely! And ditto segregation — that’s god’s plan, to keep a nice, orderly social hierarchy. “He wants each of us to know our place. And to stay in it. Otherwise, there would be disorder. And God doesn’t want disorder.” I don’t see blacks and whites living peacefully together as at all disordered, certainly not as disorderly as lynching blacks to preserve white dominance. I suspect to the speaker, the sight of black and white intermixed was way, way disorderly — much more so than lynching.

More on the fear of disorder here. And I’ll close with a quote from G.K. Chesterton that feels relevant even though I can’t quite articulate why: “Life is a trap for logicians; it looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is.”

For more on patriarchy and unjust social hierarchies check out Undead Sexist Cliches, available in ebook, in paperback, or you can order the paperback direct from me.

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Southern Discomfort: more bibliography

Continuing my look at books that I used as research for Southern Discomfort, or that shed an informative light on the 1970s. Illustrations are randomly selected 1970s images.

NO DIRECTION HOME: The American Family and the Fear of National Decline, 1968-1980 by Natasha Zaretsky argues that 1970s America saw the seismic shocks of the oil crisis, defeat in Vietnam and the loss of millions of good-playing blue-collar jobs as blows to the American family, not just the nation. Vietnam holding American prisoners of war, for example, deprived military families of husbands and fathers; the Arabs (or the oil companies) jacking up prices left families financially strapped, and so on. Even the Bicentennial devoted a lot of time to families as stressing roots and heritage played to minorities and activists who didn’t feel much like celebrating America.

Interpreting all this was another matter. Did losing the Vietnam War mean America had lost its military prowess or that we’d simply over-reached? Had OPEC made us the Arab nations’ play-toy or was the problem that Americans had become too greedy, consuming too much? A lot of the debate blamed women for whatever the problem was: women who didn’t want to give up family leadership when their husband came home, permissive moms whose spoiled kids became radical protesters, cold mothers who drove kids crazy, etc. Zaretsky concludes, however, that the sense of the decade as dysfunctional and despairing (as in Invisible Bridge) didn’t take hold until Ronald Reagan’s 1980 campaign portrayed the 1970s as the decade of The Family Besieged with himself as the solution. An interesting job.

THE SKIES BELONG TO US: Love and Terror in the Golden Age of Hijacking by Brendan I. Koerner focuses on the 1972 skyjacking by party girl Cathy Kernow and unstable veteran Roger Holder hoped to arrange a pardon for radical black activist Angela Davis. Instead, they wound up traveling to Algeria and hanging with Eldridge Cleaver, relocating to Paris and then parting (Holder came home, Kernow vanished, possibly into a new identity). Mixed in with this is the overall history of the Age of Skyjacking from the comical (one guy hijacked a plane to get to Smackover Arkansas) to the horrifying (a hijacker contemplated crashing the plane into a nuclear power plant) and the airlines’ reluctance at the to deal with it (protesting not only the cost of metal detectors, but the prospect of delaying passengers by using them). Koerner argues that just as headlines about skyjackers prompted more skyjacking, so the gradual slowdown in the early 1970s (the result of better security and foreign nations refusing to provide safe haven) choked the trend of oxygen (of course, the drop then led to everyone relaxing their security until 9/11). A good job covering one of those things that would have been universally familiar in 1973, when Southern Discomfort takes place, but no longer.

I read THE 70s HOUSE by David Heathcote to add a little visual detail to the scenes in people’s homes. Unfortunately this was less about typical houses and more a view of broad trends (modernism; efforts to blend modernism with traditional local styles; rehabbing older houses rather than building new) with various high-end homes offered as examples. Still it did give me some ideas and it’s a good book in its own right.

I read OUR KIND OF PEOPLE: Inside America’s Black Upper Class by Lawrence Otis Graham when it came out in the 1990s, but it holds up well as it examines the various groups, cliques, sororities and schools popular with generations of well-to-do blacks (though some of those institutions were losing ground as integration and entry into the white world became more acceptable); whether they’re bastions of snobbery or simply like calling to like (“We’re selective because we associate with people we have something in common with.”); the movers and shakers in different cities around the country; and passing (confirming my view that Lovecraft Country botched that aspect). I reread it because one character, Liz Mitchell, comes from the Atlanta black upper class, and it forced me to revise my concept of her: women in the circles Graham writes about were expected to be more than just housewives so Liz having career ambitions wouldn’t be at all a shock to her family.

REMEMBERING JIM CROW: African Americans Tell About Life in the Segregated South by editors William Henry Chafe and Raymond Gavins collects dozens of stories from back in the days of segregation, courtesy of a Duke University project. These include little humiliations (walking miles past a neighborhood school because it was whites-only), terrifying threats and the institutional road blocks against improving things. What surprised me the most was the number of accounts where the tale-teller fought back against the system despite the risks. Refusing to enter the house by the back door. Saying no. Threatening violence if whites didn’t back off. Or simply negotiating for a brief pass across the color lines, like eating in a restaurant during a trip. This plays into my setting, Pharisee, under the influence of Aubric and Olwen McAlister, being a better place for African Americans — though as some of them point out in the novel, being better than Jim Crow is not the same as being good.

SOUTHERN STORM: Sherman’s March to the Sea by Noah Andre Trudeau wasn’t as relevant as I’d thought as Pharisee County’s history in the Civil War faded into a footnote by the final draft. In its own right a good look at the battles Sherman’s troops faced, the angry reactions of the Georgia residents faced with scavenging “bummers” (back then a name for soldiers who went out to scrounge) and the bummers efforts — if I was writing a story about an army living off the land, this would be an excellent resource for that.

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Bad Republican ideas (which is all of them).

Rep. Ronny Jackson gave the Felon a first-term checkup and concluded he was in magnificent physical shape. Unsurprisingly, he assumes Biden’s doctor covered up the president’s health. And nobody ever questions whether our current president is up for the job but they’ll sure discuss Biden that way.

Remember when Republicans whined about politicizing the Justice Department. Pam Bondi, the Felon’s mob mouthpiece, wants to make it easier to indict members of congress. And the Felon wants to be able to fire federal statisticians who don’t confirm his lies.

President Snowflake, who freaks out at the slightest suggestion he’s not the best little baby in the world, has, of course, no qualms about slandering the Clintons with old claims they’re mass-murderers. Got to say, for all Bill Clinton’s many flaws, he handled criticisms like that with far more class than the Felon.

Voice of America was respected because it broadcast truth instead of propaganda. So it has to go.

ICE is not happy one manufacturer makes T-shirts insulting them. So ICE seized them.

Kid Rock, whose physique does not resemble a Greek god, nevertheless thinks the problem with America’s birth rate is liberal women are too ugly to impregnate. An old, stupid undead sexist cliche. Of course, even though right-wingers claim feminists are ugly, if they don’t want to sleep with right-wingers like him the women are the problem.

Project 2025 creator and Republican Commissar Russell Voight is killing regulations that would interfere with data brokers freedom to sell our data.

More tax cuts for the rich while the Felon budget will inflict tremendous misery on the poor and working class. Which is the point.

The Felon claims birthright citizenship is a scam cheating America.

Greg Gutfeld claims the Felon has “annexed the territory of common sense.” No, he hasn’t (“This is Donald Trump we’re talking about. He’s far stupider and lazier than you can possibly imagine.”. Case in point, having a trade policy that changes randomly. A more logical counter-argument: “That’s sort of the MAGA project – to turn back the clock, bring the factories back, own the libs, and put everyone back in “their place”.”

“What matters in a trade war is the fact that China can fairly easily find other agricultural suppliers, buying soybeans from Brazil instead of Iowa. By contrast, the United States will have a hard time replacing many of the goods it imports from China. Furthermore, many of the goods we buy from China are industrial inputs rather than consumer goods.”

Clean energy generates billions of dollars and lots of jobs — but the Felon’s killing the industry. I’m guessing it’s a mix of his own nostalgia (back when he was a kid, nobody worried about clean energy, they just drilled!), oil and coal pressure, “petromasculinity” — oil and coal are manly, worrying about the environment is wimpy — and the conviction of many on the right that worrying about the environment is some kind of nature-worship.

Mississippi voters backed stronger minimum wage and sick leave laws. State Republicans repealed them.

They really hate having black people in positions of authority. They hate women too: Leo Terrell, a Fox News host turned DOJ attorney, thinks Jill Biden should be prosecuted for elder abuse for letting Biden run. Which is gibberish but furthers the myth that Biden was a sick, senile figure propped up and covered up by those around him. Unlike, say, the Felon.

“Kash Patel, the F.B.I. director, has closed an internal watchdog office established in 2020 to uncover and reduce the risk of misuses of national security surveillance, according to officials familiar with the matter.” Who could have guessed?

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Jekyll and Hyde, Bollywood and animated!

Like Karuthra Rathrigal, I had to watch Bollywood’s CHEHRE PE CHEHRA (1981)without subtitles. However it’s closely based on the Fredric March/Spencer Tracy template (I’d guess more the March but can’t swear to it) so I can follow the plot, even if I’m missing the subtleties. Some points I did catch is that what destabilizes the transformations is the sight of a cockfight (in March it’s a cat eating a bird), a more violent final finish and, of course, the usual Bollywood musical numbers.“Thanks for the good food — I’ll come again.”

The animated Aussie DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE (1986) follows the pop-culture concept of Jekyll as a good man somehow possessed by an Evil Side rather than Hyde springing from anything inside him. Like a possessing spirit, Hyde has enough control over Jekyll to force him to keep taking the potion so that Hyde can kill, and kill, and kill again! — which makes it much more morally questionable that Jekyll’s friends try to shield his association with Hyde. I’d have expected a cartoon to go big on the transformation but this works much like some live-action movies, cutting away at the crucial moment, then cutting back. Because it’s recounted by Jekyll’s former maid I wondered if it was a Mary Reilly reference but it’s four years too soon. It did get me thinking about how Jekyll has loyal, devoted servants in so many incarnations — I’m sure he’s a good employer but it does play into the stereotype of servants as kindly friends who take care of you rather than people doing it for money (as my friend Ross puts it, confusing status and contract). “If that was the master, why was he wearing a mask on his face?”

SCOOBY-DOO AND THE RELUCTANT WEREWOLF (1988) is another monster mash in which Dracula plans a big auto rally only to learn the Wolf Man’s retired to Florida and won’t show. Drac’s solution: turn auto-racer Shaggy into a werewolf and force him to compete. Can Scooby-Doo, Scrappy-Doo and Shaggy’s girlfriend (who never appears anywhere else I’m aware of) save the day?

This has “Jackal and Snide” among the racers (the only classic monster to get a name change) so it qualifies for the appendix, nothing more. Which is fine by me — this is definitely not one of the series’ high points. “Our road-race winner will receive an entire month, all-expenses-paid stay — in the Black Hole of Calcutta!”

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Being against DEI does not make someone post-racial

The Felon administration’s ongoing war against diversity, equity and inclusion is not a principled opposition to racism. It’s an unprincipled opposition to equality, whether between races, between between genders or between sexual orientation.

It’s undoubtedly true that a lot of DEI in corporate America is performative and meaningless, as LGM says. But (as LGM also says) it was never going to stop there. Under Pete Hegseth’s opposition to “divisive” thoughts, the Naval Academy has decided the “blacks are mentally inferior” book The Bell Curve stays on the library shelves; a book challenging The Bell Curve got removed. West Point is in the same boat, and collaborating with Hegseth. Oh, and the Naval Academy removed a display on female Jewish graduates before Hegseth visited.

It’s a combination of Republican’s hatred for education (which shows people reality is against them) and the conviction that military officers are too woke. Meaning, I presume, they’re neither racist and misogynist enough, and not willing to kill protesters the way the Felon wants (there is no greater crime than saying the Felon isn’t the best little baby in the world).

According to Hegseth, “promoting divisive concepts and gender ideology are incompatible with the Department’s core mission,” whereas trying to purge the military of any question that white men are the summit of evolution does not, somehow distract. It’s the same logic some Christian racists embraced during Jim Crow: working for civil rights distracts from evangelism but preaching against civil rights doesn’t do that. Or Augie Boto at the Southern Baptist Conference who claimed dealing with the SBC’s history of predators in pulpits would distract from spreading the gospel. He did not, as far as I know, see a conflict between evangelizing and the SBC working on right-wing politics or against gay marriage.

It’s once again MLK’s words about getting out of Egypt. There was no divisiveness in Egypt when the Israelites were content to sit around and bake bricks as slaves. It was Moses standing up and saying “Let my people go!” that divided everyone and stirred things up! Why can’t blacks and women stop demanding equality? Wouldn’t everything be better? And for the white supremacists, misogynists and homophobes who make up so much of the Republican ranks, it probably would be.

It’s telling that while Republicans continue opposing any sort of refugees entering the United States, they’re quite happy to welcome the poor, oppressed white people of South Africa. I’m pleased the Episcopal Church is calling them out on their shit. Unfortunately American conservatives were in love with apartheid before apartheid was cool (joking: it was never cool).

Also fighting back: New York State. And the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals.

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Reading about movies: two books

THE WORLD-WAR II COMBAT FILM: Anatomy of a Genre was film scholar Jeanine Basinger’s look not only at the specific genre but to use it of an example of how genres work: how they start, evolve, develop their specific tropes, then change. She picked the WW II combat movie — as opposed to WW II basic-training comedies, spy thrillers, Casablanca or films about life on the home front —

— because it’s a relatively narrow genre and a clear starting point: Pearl Harbor. As Basinger details, early films drew heavily on WW I film tropes and didn’t hesitate to show the horrors of war (contrary to the myth nobody did that before Saving Private Ryan): in Wake Island and Bataan! all the American soldiers die.

The genre soon acquired its distinctive elements: explanations of Why We Fight, the platoon or combat crew that has to learn to work together, representation for different parts of the country (a Texan, a college kid, an immigrant’s kid, a guy from Brooklyn), the cost of letting down your guard. After the war ended, it lay fallow for a while, picked up during the Korean War, then has fluctuated since (I believe there’s relatively little new stuff in this century, though that doesn’t mean the genre is dying or dead). The meaning and tone changes too, with the cynicism of films such as The Dirty Dozen developing in the 1960s.

I read the book to see if it had any insight for my work on Jekyll and Hyde. While Basinger does make me aware of things such as the visual aspects of Jekyll/Hyde films and the way they change over time, that was stuff I was thinking about before I read the book. Nevertheless, it’s a pleasure to reread her analysis.

THE BLACK GUY DIES FIRST: Black Horror Cinema from Fodder to Oscar by Robin R. Means Coleman and Mark H. Harris looks at the cliches and evolution of black horror, starting with the “spook” comic-relief character who wants to run away like Shaggy and Scooby. There’s also the protagonist’s best friend, the authority figure (whom the author concludes is less positive representation than an another obstacle for the hero to work around) and occasionally the protagonist of a film (something much more common in recent years). There’s the treatment of voodoo (usually negative and creepy), efforts to tackle social issues (Get Out wasn’t the first), good movies, bizarre movies (The Tale of the Voodoo Prostitute has a black sex worker curse her pimp by turning his dick into a rattlesnake).

While most writing about representation tends to be pessimistic (e.g., Is That Black Enough For You?) the authors are quite upbeat, citing the increase in not only black actors who don’t die first but the increase in black professionals writing and directing films. I read the book primarily for insight into Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde (I’m not sure it helped), but it’s very good in its own right.

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Do that voodoo that you do so well!

Reading The Black Guy Dies First (review tomorrow) prompted me to watch a couple of films this weekend that the book commended for treating voudou well. First up, LORD SHANGO (1975).

This is nowhere near as lurid as the poster implies. In the opening (set in the present-day South) a Shango-worshipping young man tries to stop his lover from accepting Christian baptism, snarling that it’s colonizer religion. In the subsequent fight, he’s drowned. She grows distraught and the movie follows her and her mother’s attempt to deal with their grief and the lingering conflict between the Baptist faith and the church of Shango (which despite the book’s recommendation does pull off a couple of magic-powered deaths). This is interesting more than entertaining. “I can’t feel anything — that was Shango’s price.”

EVE’S BAYOU (1997) is a much superior film. Jussie Smollett plays the title Louisiana girl, daughter of womanizing physician Samuel L. Jackson whose flaws Eve is only gradually starting to see. It’s a gentle drama about growing up, with voodoo and psychic powers (it’s one of those that treats them as interchangeable) merely part of the everyday background. I do have a problem with their handling of an incest scene late in the book, which I thought was badly handled (including keeping it ambiguous what exactly happened). That aside, an excellent film. “You should not sneak up on someone when they’re swearing to themselves.”

By coincidence, TYG and I went to see SINNERS (2025) the same weekend and holy crap, it’s every bit as good as I’d heard. In 1932, two Mississippi black brothers (both Michael B. Jordan), back from Chicago with money to spend, set up a blues club, and recruit banjo player Miles Caton as one of the musicians (and one brother’s ex, the root-magic practicing Annie [Wummi Musaku], as the cook]. It’s a dicey job given they have to avoid pissing off local whites. Then, 30 or 40 minutes into the movie, a group of very strange white musicians show up, saying they’d like to play — will you please invite them inside? Please.

The movie shifts from a Southern drama about race and music to an increasingly nightmarish vampire thriller to a very violent horror film. It works in all modes (you could also argue it works as a musical — TYG downloaded the soundtrack as soon as it ended), thanks to director Ryan Coogler. As in the other films, Annie’s magic is extremely low-key. “We’ll be on our way … walking very slowly.”

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Despite the last guy with the axe, this week was reasonably productive

I have long felt this Billy Graham cover for Luke Cage, Hero for Hire #6 is a good metaphor for life, which is why I’ve posted it before. You think you’ve got a handle on everything but you don’t see the armored axe-man coming up behind you.

The first axe-man was taking our dogs for their twice-yearly exam at Quartet Rehab Monday morning. We knew about it in advance but still, coupled with the pups’ regular weekly rehab session, it took up the entire morning. That’s a chunk of time out of the workweek.

Wednesday we had a minor emergency, dealt with promptly but it threw me off my game the rest of the day. TYG also took Plushie in for his eye exam, even though it looked like the problems from last week were over. Nope: as usual she was right when she suspected a problem. Ulcers in both eyes, now treated (though he’ll get more eventually). That and the new set of exercises we got from the vet have added to the distractions.

This morning Trixie woke up a little after midnight with an urgent need to go out … except she didn’t do anything. It still through my morning routine completely off (having barely four hours of sleep didn’t help, obviously).

Still, I managed to get a fair amount done. For The Local Reporter I wrote one story about local artist Aliyah Bonnette and another about the Chapel Hill/Carrboro school district budget. At Atomic Junk Shop I got in an article about the last issue of the original Challengers of the Unknown (with a Neal Adams cover) and the demise of several once popular series as the Silver Age wound down.

I didn’t get any fiction written but I wrote a lot on Jekyll and Hyde (as well as some research reading) and got some rewriting done on Savage Adventures. Under the circumstances, I’m pleased. Oh, and I wound up reading another section of Jekyll and Hyde to the writing group and got some good feedback. One part of it was that the book was more interesting when I offered my own opinions rather than just going over the plot, visuals, themes, etc. I thought I was offering my own opinions about all that so I’ll have to parse out what they’re talking about.

Somewhat less satisfactorily, my exercise program flatlined this week. Most days, breaking it down into short five minute bursts is the only way to do it. When I get really busy, though, it’s much harder to get up and deliver on that than when I have time blocked out for it. In my head-canon I’m ending the week a flabby blob whose heart’s going to give out at any minute — don’t worry, I know that’s bullshit but it’s still frustrating.

On the whole, though, I’m still satisfied.

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