Mini rant. Barely even a rant. More of a rantlet.


So, here’s a serious question.

How the FUCK does one deserve to get banned from a-called supportive group just for asking an honest question that doesn’t fall into your accepted binary? While I don’t intend on naming names of groups or places in the body of this post—why should I drive them traffic when they’ve defeated their purpose by banning someone honestly asking a question—it is a serious question.

OK. That’s out of my system now. I’ll buzz off and do something productive now.

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So I hop on my computer to make sure that I have a video ready to post when


“…hey, where’s my videos?”


As it turns out, the time my computer freaked out and shut down due to overheating?


Yeah, it was one of the times I was working on LTTP LP videos.




Luckily, the draft edit autosaved, so I can recreate the corrupted bad videos, but this also means that I have to do all that work again. I’ll try to have it all done by the next 100 Things post.

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I’ve fallen behind on updates. So tomorrow I’m putting up two vids–a little short–as an update. I’m also breaking out my first ocarina, a Songbird six-hole sweet potato. I might try teaching myself how to play again. I haven’t played since I lost my big one. It was just too hard.

But when I broke that one, other things, connected to the rough crap of last year, started breaking as well. But for the better. Now I might even be able to get out of this trigger cube.

Time to get on with it.

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Go Home, Stoplight. You Are Drunk.


The weather here in the Midwest has been…let’s call it exciting. The tornadic winds (which barely missed us, according to the emergency management team who discussed storm safety with the building) blew this stoplight askew. …It’s in better shape than one a little closer to my place, which is facing the wrong direction entirely.

Midwestern spring: don’t like the weather? Wait ten minutes.

local saying

100 Things #35: Sherlock(s).

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is a staple of classic reading. However, I will admit that until a year and a half ago, I hadn’t read a single Sherlock Holmes story. And this at the time where the BBC reboot was getting big, and I had a friend prodding me to watch.

Luckily, I had two things: A brand-new Nook Simple Reader, and the URL of Project Gutenberg. Basically all the classics are available, and so I pounced on it, reading as much of the canon as I could (though admittedly out of sequence).

I went in without expectations, but the ‘classics’ were well known (by my folks, who colored my expectations) as stuffy old things.

So when the first thing that happened was the science of antemortem bruise formation, I cracked up laughing. The series as a whole has a strange, sardonic wit to it. I dove headfirst into the thrillers then, enjoying the thing without the preconceived expectations of before.

If someone’s trying to sell you on any of the reboots, I’d totally read the originals first. …then again, I’m a purist.

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100 Things #34: Colorful Fortune, Harold Budd’s collection of written work.

This time around, I will gush.

I was introduced to Harold Budd by proxy. I found out that he had a hand in a few of the Cocteau Twins’s songs, and I had to find out who this man was, on account of the fact that I am a HUGE fan of the Cocteau Twins. To my surprise I see that not only has he got his own work out there, there is a lot to choose from.

I begin my exploration with an album co-created by him and Zeitgeist, titled She is a Phantom.

In the middle of the gentle, chamber ambient, there are pieces that have…not lyrics, but verse, recited over the music. The man’s poetry lifts over the music, creating images at once lovely and disturbing—and in the case of “We Step Across,” humorously jarring. I start hunting around, discovering that a small imprint has printed a limited edition collection of his work: 50 hardbacks and 200 trade paperbacks.

I was lucky to score a paperback. It’s one of my treasures now, stored on the shelf carefully shielded from damage.

I did read it first, after washing my hands thoroughly, drying them on linen towels, drying my hands a second time on a different towel, and then very carefully before opening the first page and getting a strong hit of that delicious new-book smell. I read slowly, savoring the text, and the feel of the expensive pages under my fingertips. Then, carefully, I took the text down, saving it to a document I could put on my readers and safely carry everywhere.

I have no idea if there are any remaining copies to be had. That can always be checked, though.

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