go have your fun

In 1997 I decided that the symbolic pleasure of spitting in the wind was not worth putting my new home address on record. So, in defiance of any number of Hollywood talking heads who admonish us (with surprising accuracy) that it’s not important how we vote so long as we do our bit to legitimize the incumbents, you won’t see me wearing an “I Voted” sticker today.

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grab-bag

I removed the Paypal button at the bottom of this page. It was a bit embarrassing to have it there, particularly when (I feel as though) I haven’t had an original thought in months.

The rainy season is a fickle thing. As I emerged from underground this morning, the sun made me wish I had worn a hat.

Watching Harvey last night for the first time, I was pleased by the ambiguity about the rabbit’s visibility to others; the effect was somewhat spoiled by the movement of doors at the end. The production notes on the disc point out that most scenes are single shots, without closeups, imitating the stage; someday I’ll watch it again and pay attention to camera movements.

Mom’s other offspring gave her a DVD player in December; for her birthday (a bit late) I found a bargain box of movies with Alec Guinness: Kind Hearts and Coronets (a favorite of hers), The Lavender Hill Mob, The Man in the White Suit, The Captain’s Paradise (which I first saw a week before) and The Ladykillers. I was surprised that she had seen only one of these. — As I suspected, The Captain’s Paradise is the only one of these not made by Ealing Studios, where there was a rule that crime must not go unpunished.

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the Slayer and the Snob

In two or three evenings my rentmate, the snob, has sat through four episodes of Buffy with seeming pleasure. She says season four is more endurable than the foregoing because most of the teenage angst has been more or less resolved. Or at least matured into a more grown-up angst.

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this kind of local color I don’t need

Ugh! This morning’s storm caused sewage to spew into the streets near the waterfront in San Francisco.

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slayage progress

I’ve now watched three whole seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I’ve also looked at various related websites. I usually don’t mind spoilers, but in retrospect the “panicking” scene would have been better somehow if I hadn’t known when to expect it. (I don’t read about specific unseen episodes, but I have read capsule biographies of most characters.)

Angel breaks it off with Buffy. Star-crossed love is touching, and my tear is jerked as readily as the next; but that story progressed hardly at all in this season, and I’ve read it before in any number of tales about interstellar time-dilation. That aside, I think better use could have been made of Angel (and was, i trust, in the spinoff); something is surely wrong if a unique character, ingeniously conceived, becomes more entertaining when he loses his uniqueness (latter part of season 2). And then in “Graduation Day” (third season finale), after Buffy risks all to save him, his role in the main event is trivial.

What makes a few vampires witty and colorful, most of the rest bovinely dull, and at least a few suicidally submissive? Does it depend more on the former human, or on the parent vampire, or on chance circumstances of the transition? (Later: a possible answer.)

And why so few female vampires?

After Willow worked the curse on Angel in “Becoming”, why not try it on other vampires? Perhaps because the obvious candidates – the only other (surviving) vampires known by name – had left the scene. Perhaps Drusilla is mad enough that even in Angel’s condition she’d be dangerous. (Oct 19: Is the orb of Thesulah destroyed in the process?)

Anyway I have an ethical problem with restoring Angel’s soul: doing so makes a human soul suffer for a demon’s actions in which it had no part. The stake is cleaner.

What did Faith’s last words mean?: “Should have been there, B. Quite a ride.”

The new human Anya is pretty funny (so far), and well played. It will be interesting to see where the writers go with her.

When Trick arrived in Sunnydale he commented on its overwhelmingly pallid population; so I was amused to see more dark faces at the Prom and Graduation than had been in the series previously.

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little bangs, bigger bangs

Decided today it was high time I tested my recently repaired .22 handguns; and the Glock came along for the ride. Despite not having shot since May, I still mostly hit what I aim at. But o my poor elbow!

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ahead of his time

The plot of Hal Clement‘s story “The Mechanic” (1966) is awkward and dated, but it’s still noteworthy as an early exposition of biotechnology quite similar to current concepts.

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