Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Dex r.i.p. and more

dexter romweber passed away. the music world is much diminished. 😞 dictating, using speech to text. all errors are not sic. just finished watching a stunning show from BBC by way of hulu, am I being unreasonable. funny, twisty, sad, shocking. what terrific scripting and acting! I have not seen anything like it, the way it showed how grief and loneliness can create such a mess of one's life. quite worthwhile! ... been waiting since December to see poor things. the lobster's one of my most favorite movies ever, so I am highly hopeful. heard this morning on NPR about, among other topics, an AI video platform called sora that is causing Hollywood to quake in its britches. so I pulled up a free speech to video site right here on my little phone. it was far from Sora quality, but within 3 minutes I was watching a video I had just suggested: "an exciting film about Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley playing a show with the Frankenstein monster." there were glitches, but how astounding that the video was generated in a relative instant! ... not too much else is up except the low level confusion and terror surrounding the possible outcome of November's election. why hasn't McDonald's taken its toll? what kind of weird ass evil bizarro world are we in these days? i truly wish hunter s. thompson still were alive to bring outraged comfort. and definitely george carlin! anyways, back to the nearer & more explicable, sup
posed to be another storm coming this weekend. maybe we'll get out before it happens and go to visit the family. to end this post, so readers can see that we have not yet completely melted into troglodytes, here are James and I at Valentine's Day. still not pushing up daisies. we are quite fortunate that way. well it's time to do the dishes and then some Pilates, I guess. and tomorrow my big baboo will be home and we'll practice.

Sunday, January 21, 2024

a good day to be a human

it's a good day to be breathing, to still be alive, to be a human. i decided to make a cover for dad's book this morning. astoundingly quick was the process! i did this on canva in about 1 hour w "help" of a.i.... the verb's in quotes bc of its implication of agency... dad & mom were so delighted by the cover results, i am happy to have used cyber means. (ignore the stupid blue outlines. i forgot to unclick them before screenshotting the images.)
last foggy evening, james & i were noshing at carl's jr in gorman when we noticed that the drive-through voice was eerily measured & pleasant. sure enough, the chain & a score of others have gone to using a.i. for drive-up service. james, of course, immediately riffed on all the profane ways he would deal w/such an entity... in bakersfield, i ordered doordash or grubhub or some damn thing for mom & dad, too tired to make dinner. the next morn, dad asked alexa what was the temperature in frazier park, to see if it was a good moment for me to get home. the a.i. assistant reported the stats, then added, "and by the way, remember to thank your driver for last night's delivery." if we'd been sucking on mints, dad & i would've swallowed them whole at that moment as we goggled at each other. she knows. ... who would've predicted the ease with which our culture has invited into our homes big brother? we volunteer with eagerness to install into our private spaces the all-knowing screens & devices. yes, everything is so damn easy now... we hardly have to use our limbs; the tech does it all! (picture the movie "wall-e," with its helplessly vestigial humans, but even that brilliant film didn't foresee the machines' takeover of our private spaces!) it all is frigging creepy to me, & so i'm glad to be back in my funky, analog mountain home. if i want a.i.'s help, all i have to do is push a button & speak into my phone, but i choose to do that. as far as i can tell, nothing is listening in, & that's how we want it!

Friday, January 19, 2024

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this has been a really, really, really weird week. anyways, some good came of it bc yesterday & today i edited dad's book, which has been hanging around his neck albatross-in-cement-shoes-like. and spending much time with the dear parents and dog furrrballl muffins. and i made a teepublic store for james shirts. i guess i did that part backwards bc it turns out most ppl don't make 10 cents on teepublic, but at least i got some cool designs up. and it could be a place for me to put my own visual art, which is a something i haven't indulged in in quite a spell. i sure hope to go home tomorrow tho it's nice to be here, where there are stores & sidewalks... but also smoagg. (think of the song "let's have a war," fear.) and i hope that my james will be all better soon. geez, i'm so exhausted i can't even move. brain tiredness can be as wiping-assout as body tiredness. time for a showwwwwa. here is the link to the store, and a picture of it, too: http://tee.pub/lic/MOxlzrZRhag

Thursday, November 30, 2023

courtin´ mortis, mucha nuthin´

wow, i haven blobbed in a good long while. was deathly ill for a month, tho no covid. we went to a funny, dadaist place called omegamart. quite a good one for two who grew up on mad mag. and we tramped thru an abandoned motel. there´ve been other events. mostly i am spending moolah like a madperson. tis the season.

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

this sat

for our 3rd set, we have batted around the idea of doing the entire first blasters album from start to finish. oh, would that be cool!!! we blew thru it a few weeks ago. we both know it so well, it was like magic, like the stuff i was reading about this morn in the forbes interview with sir roger penrose, like clairvoyance & memory & the uncanny & the time loop. today's haunted house was such fun for all. i barely made it home & fell in bed. then home was the hunter, home from the hills, the sailor home from the sea. he needed a flyer, so i made the above. i reposted my weird interpretation of the weird song sinner (on this blog, october 2015). was gonna watch a horror flick. guess there still might be time. blegh. happy howloween!

Friday, October 06, 2023

spooky, gooey, oogyboogy, wrestling for rory

last night was spooky, reminding me of that scene from night of the hunter where lillian gish waits on her nighttime screened porch, shotgun across her lap, while the evil rev. harry powell (robert mitchum) lurks outside, singing a gospel hymn in a sonorous baritone that echoes eerily in the darkness. he´s trying to get in, he's trying to get at the kids in the house, he wants to kill them all in the name of the lord, he´s a scary, sexy, southern gothic boogyman. the version here, far less sinister, from last night, was something that happens just occasionally, james said he´s surprised not more often. someone came up the road playing an eery harmonica, then planted himself across from the house and played and played and played that harmonica in the direction of our place. someone was beckoning james to come outside, to get james´s attention, but james wasn´t in the house, so it spooked me. he´s here now & says ¨someone´s gonna get an a**whipping.¨... am home from work today bc of pink eye, which is a gross, gooey condition, if you´ve had it. and i feel drained, weak, awake but submerged. the immune system must be ebbing.... james´s friend tattoo mike just arrived & they are going to level the tiny home. yaaaaaaay!!! meanwhile, i will grade papers & rest... sister angie´s double-nickel bd is this weekend & for her bd, she gifted herself by having her book be kindle-published that day. (later will come paper tomes for those who prefer the physical read.) angie has been long-obsessed w/pro-wrestling, & her novel novel combines that subculture w/early hollywood woman film-makers, california indigenous people history/ways, punk references, & romance. attached is a pic & a link. :) angie always has been a highly capable, talented type-a person, as you can see; she labors hard & with creativity, always producing much!... back to work news, the school haunted house & after-school ¨spooky slumber party¨ play are going well. my little group of theatre/drama girls is weird & talented. they will put on a great little show. that is all. as you were.