Monday 4 April 2016

Five Unrelated Topics, a.k.a. Six Hundred And Seventy Four

A lot of my stories seem to feature crazy people. Do you think it means something? Is it indicative? Is it connected with the shrine to pumpkins hidden underneath the floorboards? Is it because it's much more fun to write dialogues and monologues for people at least halfway out of their trees? Is it because I talk to myself and take long walks to nowhere while wondering about totally irrelevant things? Well, that last one is more in line with why I have never held on to a steady job, but that's a topic for another day. It's much nicer to be your own boss and help people, in any case.

'Armadale' is beginning to zoom by. It's a remarkable novel, although I wish that the foreshadowing weren't layered on quite so profusely. If there's one thing I loathe in narrative fiction, it is foreshadowing. Is it possible, however, that this is false foreshadowing, which will be averted? We can only hope. On an unrelated note, I got my import copy of 'The Peanuts Movie' on DVD today, and it is every bit as good as I remembered. Truly, it's very difficult to understand why it didn't have a bigger impact when it was out in the theatres.

The Easter holidays are almost over, and it's time to start thinking about the Summer, as the bonfires get up to full strength and the stench begins to settle over the valleys. It won't be long now until a state of permanent smoke sickness kicks in, complete with stinky clothes extraordinaire. Oh, it won't really be that bad, but the continuing craving that people seem to have for burning things is quite upsetting. What to do with the Summer? What? It's quite difficult when you have all the sunburn resistance of an albino mole. Perhaps it will be the season for keyboard practice, since the fingers be tempting frostbite in the process? One day there will be an electric piano, and a pile of ludicrous scores to play... Could there be another trip after that to France in a week and a half? Perhaps.

In a minor note, 'Kung Fu Panda 3' was disappointing. It didn't live up to its predecessors at all, and actually seemed to be a stealthy premature ending to the series that had been planned to go to six films. It wasn't exactly bad, but was much more superficial, and fell victim to being 'just a kids movie' on many levels. It's a shame. It also really felt like Tigress should have been the one who saved the day, but perhaps that's just me fixing the film in retrospect.

It's nice to not feel quite so blocked up about 'The Glove' any more, as the weapon of last resort has been deployed in the continuing of that story: Pen and paper. There's nothing so liberating as ink, when you're written into a scenario you just can't stand. More on this in a later post, for now it is time to cease, and look forward to the great repose. Ah, sleep, after a day of 'Armadale', 'The Peanuts Movie', and the great 'Quantum Leap' episode entitled 'The Colour Of Truth'. A lovely combination, which almost makes up for completely forgetting several important calendar events. I sigh.

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