I only had time to watch two of the three new episodes of Andor last night but that sure wasn't a reflection of their quality. I thought the two I watched were better than the first three. Written by Beau Willimon, who wrote the prison story arc last season, this new one is the most the show has felt like a spy thriller.
I'm so much happier with the colour palette in this arc. The blues and yellows have been changed for muted mints and mahogany on Gorman with graceful lines that recall art nouveau. It's easy to imagine ordering absinthe at one of these gorgeous Gorman bars.
Cassian and Bix have an interesting domestic drama going as Bix suffers ongoing nightmares from her torture. Of all the unhappy characters on Andor, Bix has consistently been the unhappiest. However, my favourite subplot belongs to Syril and Dedra.
Syril's dreams have come true and now he's a double agent for the Empire. He has a beautiful and powerful girlfriend he occasionally sees. What a lucky lad. But the highlight is just how complicated and credible his position is as he plays the Gorman resistance so thoroughly. This fantasy show demonstrates for us just how plausible it is to game revolutions and create volatile political situations. This is more interesting than I'd ever hoped Star Wars could be under Disney.
On Monday, I found the students at the junior high school where I currently work in Japan were being shown a movie from 1983 called この子を残して, which literally translates to something like "The child left behind" but was given the title Children of Nagasaki for some western release, though it is difficult to obtain outside of Japan now. Directed by Kinoshita Keisuke, one of the luminaries of 1950s cinema, it has a style out of step with '80s Japanese cinema, featuring long takes, wide shots of ensembles, and few closeups. It endeavours to be partially an unvarnished account of a survivor's experiences of Nagasaki, during and after the bombing. It comes from a very particular perspective yet argues for sensitivity and reflection. It's very simple in its philosophy and while Kinoshita was not among Japan's greatest directors and this was not one of his best films it still has an appreciable impact.
Kinoshita's most famous works were made in the 1950s with actress Takamine Hideko, including the two Carmen movies, Carmen Comes Home and Carmen's Pure Love, the former being Japan's first full length colour film. Carmen Comes Home, the story of a stripper who returns to her rural hometown, is an attempt to harmonise two aspects of Japanese culture; its deep rooted conservatism and its enormous sex industry. Children of Nagasaki attempts a similarly impossible task with a little more success, being the true story of Nagai Takashi, a Catholic Japanese doctor and author who wrote about his experiences surviving the bombing of Nagasaki.
For many in Japan, Catholicism remains a symbol of the worst of western cultural decadence, so Nagai's life of remarkable humility and contemplation provides a striking counter example. That he should be the lens through which a story of the atomic bomb's horror and devastation is told makes for a complicated narrative from the start.
The film shows Americans in a negative light, going beyond the atomic bombing to show some of the most graphic footage from the Vietnam War of the depredations of American troops, the purpose of which I suppose can only be a general comment on the fundamental character of Americans. The film does not go into Nagai's experiences in Manchuria in the 1930s where he was at odds with the Japanese military.
It's a sobering example for the students, I should think. At the very least, I think it's useful to show them that sometimes misfortune may befall them that was beyond their control to prevent.
Now that my internet's up and working, I've finally remembered to watch Doctor Who. I was very busy for the past couple weeks but it says something that I totally forgot about it. The two episodes I missed, "Lux" and "The Well", weren't bad, and "The Well" was even really good.
"Lux" apparently had the lowest ratings in the show's history, according to Wikipedia, though I think they're only counting the revived era. It features Alan Cumming voicing an animated character come to life. It was cute, certainly a better mid-20th century episode than the Beatles episode last season. The costumes were great.
But while I can appreciate camp, it was really nice to get an episode that wasn't campy with "The Well". The understated horror of some creature lurking behind someone was really effective and recalled some of the best episodes from Davies and Moffat's heydays. As such, though, it doesn't hit the level of revelation those classic episodes had. Or even "Wild Blue Yonder". Would it have been more effective with David Tennant in the lead? Ncuti Gatwa is good but not on the level of Tennant or any of the first four Doctors since the show was revived in 2005. I think a lot of the problem may be also that there's no hint of romantic chemistry between Doctor and companion, which was also a key problem in the Jodie Whittaker era.
Varada Sethu is good as the new companion, Belinda Chandra, though her role on Andor is more interesting and she's barely been in that one so far. I liked the reaction shots of Gatwa when he confronted the mysterious alien. The look of pure horror on his face was was perfect. I liked how the show never gave us a clear shot of it.
Doctor Who is available on the BBC iPlayer in the UK and on Disney+ everywhere else.
I finally have internet again. At least I think I do. The new box the guy gave me just winked out. I guess if it comes back I can post this. If it doesn't, well, my first sentence will be a lie.
Ah, it's back.
My provider is Softbank. They demanded proof of my residence to get set up which I got from city hall last week. And they wouldn't take my old wifi box thing. It's ridiculously difficult to get rid of computers and peripherals in Japan. Even though I was supposedly only renting the old box, they will only take it back if I mail it to them, which I have to do by May 20th. Otherwise I have to pay for a special sticker from city hall to put on it for garbage collection.
I'm still not done moving my stuff but I only have four or five things left. Tuesday is the end for sure. I hope. Please let it be the end. I hate moving.
It's funny some of the things I've managed to hold onto through various moves. My grandfather gave me this 3M monitor cleaning kit when I was a kid, in the early '90s. As you can see, it's for cleaning CRT monitors. I've used it on a modern flat screen and it seems to work but I kind of don't want to use it up.
I didn't manage to get everything from my old apartment yesterday after all so I'll be going back to-day. Another three hour train ride. Since I was carting books yesterday, I gave up on Six of Crows and was reading Exquemelin and Saint Augustine instead.
A few days ago, Bethesda surprised the world by releasing a remastered edition of The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.
I'd like to play it, I guess, but I'd need a lot of upgrades I don't see myself being able to afford in the near future. The absence of modded content would probably drive me right back to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim anyway. That's what I was playing last night.
I have a mod installed that makes the dragons more difficult and appear more frequently. I'm getting kind of tired of constantly fighting dragons. I can't get any other quests done. I'd feel kind of like a coward for disabling it, though.
X Sonnet #
With veggie tables, lunches mapped a life.
You count your greens with orange and radish red.
But bigger sorts are white beneath the knife.
No plant we eat is ever truly dead.
It must be thought a crime to hunt a root.
A ghost will knock the tape from table top.
You wouldn't want to be beneath a boot.
A giant's foot is hard to quickly stop.
No special spell could halt the grace's aim.
But money solves a problem here and there.
Yet still the hunt abstains from poison game.
Or even from a deadly grizzly bear.
We woke beneath a gooey cherry sun.
Beyond us, all the choicest deer had run.
I'm in Osaka this morning, in a McDonalds, on my way back to Nara prefecture to get the last of my things from my Kashihara apartment. The trains are sparsely crowded to-day though many of the people I see have suitcases. I guess Golden Week is starting for everyone, though I only get one day off for it next week and two days the following week. Golden Week is Japan's version of spring break but it consists of a series of holidays that just happen to occur within the same spread of seven days. I guess it's not a very lucky Golden Week this year because two of the days happen to fall on the weekend.
I'm carrying empty bags and a suitcase which I plan to fill with the things still in my apartment. For a book to read on the train, I brought along Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, which I'm still struggling to finish since buying it around two years ago. I feel guilty not finishing a book, no matter how much I hate it. I'm about halfway through it, maybe I can make a big push on it this weekend. I'll be on the train for a long time.
It's a fantasy novel, the story of a group of misfits executing a heist. What bothers me about it is that it's supposed to be a group of people who've known hard times; slavery, prostitution, extreme poverty, and prison. But they all come off as spoiled rich kids. They live in a world with minimal pain and lots of amenities. But maybe I'm just a grouch. When I was in elementary school, I had a lower threshold for fiction with realism and credible ugliness. Maybe I just need to think younger.
2001's Vanilla Sky is really not a bad movie. Conceptually, it really doesn't improve on Abre los ojos, the 1997 Spanish movie of which it is a remake. But director Cameron Crowe brings his natural knack for relationship dialogue to the sci-fi premise and the film's cast is certainly terrific. In addition to the main cast including Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, Penelope Cruz, Kurt Russell, and Jason Lee, it seems like every bit part is someone interesting. Tilda Swinton and Timothy Spall have supporting roles and then Michael Shannon and Alicia Witt both make appearances.
So much time had passed since I last watched it. I saw it with Trisa on New Year's Eve when it was first in theatres. When we came out of the movie theatre, 2001 had become 2002. We agreed it was refreshing to see an intellectually stimulating film. I still appreciate this quality of it though now I can much more clearly see its influences. It rests on the bedrock of Vertigo, of course. The main character's fear of heights would seem a non-sequitur otherwise, for how little bearing it has on the story. There're also the big posters of Jules and Jim and Breathless, both films which were influenced by Vertigo.
Tom Cruise plays David, a spoiled rich man whose life is torn apart by the competing gravitational pulls of two women, played by Cruz and Diaz. Diaz plays Julie, a girl with whom David has settled into a comfortable routine of casual sex despite lacking any true affection for her while Cruz plays Sofia, a recent acquaintance. He never gets more than a kiss from her but the promise of a relationship with her dominates his imagination. This is similar to the two women in Vertigo. There's Midge, the Barbara Bel Geddes character with whom James Stewart's character, Scottie, has a comfortable and frank relationship, and Madeleine, the woman who excites Scottie's imagination but who is both within his grasp and also as unobtainable as a mirage.
Cameron Crowe is so good at capturing the chemistry of flirtation and he also knows how to make it go sour. The dialogue between Cruise and Cruz after the car accident that disfigures him is so perfectly, painfully awkward. They're too early in a relationship for all the emotional baggage he wants to hang on her and she's clearly uncomfortable confronting the limits of her own empathy. There's a karmic appropriateness that David becomes the obsessed, clingy lover after Julie had been the same to him. But Julie's idea of love was based entirely on the physical while David's is based entirely on imagination, on "delaying pleasure" to dwell in the anticipation. Arguably, Julie's conception of love is the more realistic, yet it seems ugly to think of love as just physical familiarity. This is the conflict between physical and sensual that runs from Vertigo through the French New Wave movies.
Cameron Crowe very clearly comes down on the side of the sensual with Sofia. I've always felt he shouldn't have tipped his hand so much in the last act of the film. But I do like how much the sci-fi aspect contributes to the ultimate mystery of reality.
I still have no internet in my apartment but I was excited enough for the new episodes of Andor that I trudged all the way to the manga cafe to watch them last night. Mostly, I was not disappointed, though nothing in the three episode premiere has approached the highest points of the first season. It's just nice watching a Disney+ show that feels real, like something writers sat down and thought about how to make a good story for rather than something produced by a committee from a venn diagram of corporate and political interests.
The first of the three episodes had my favourite moments. I loved the scene between Cassian and the girl who helps him steal the TIE fighter. I loved how writer Tony Gilroy thought about how difficult it would be to leave one's normal life on abstract moral grounds. When Cassian tells her she's waking up to her true self, it almost sounds like an indoctrination into a cult. Naturally, rebelling against the established order would probably feel that way.
I liked how Krennic was brought in with little fanfare. We all knew he was coming, so he's just there. The top secret meeting was great. I really loved the two propagandists bragging about how they made the galaxy hate the Gormans. The mixture of political intrigue and personal character drama reminds me of Game of Thrones but modern era style propaganda is a topic Game of Thrones couldn't approach.
I enjoyed the scenes of the wedding at the Mothma estate. Geneveive O'Reilly is doing a fantastic job playing Mon Mothma though, in terms of writing, I think it was a little too predictable that Luthen was going to kill that banker guy.
I really didn't like the colour palette. Just when I thought we were done with everything being blue and yellow, it seems to be making a comeback, now in costume design rather than cinematography. Almost everything was blue and yellow on Chandrila and everything was blue and yellow on that farming planet where Cassian's friends were living. I also didn't like the use of so much diegetic orchestral music. I liked in the original trilogy and in the prequels all the orchestral stuff was kept to John Williams' score and the in-world music sounded alien. But George Lucas kind of broke that rule with that silly "Jedi Rocks" routine in the special edition of Return of the Jedi.
These are quibbles though. I'm just happy to have this calibre of writing in the Star Wars universe. Again, Gilroy has written something which makes you feel like, yes, this is how fascism takes hold and maintains its grip.
I'm in my new apartment and my internet's not working yet so I don't know when I'll be able to post this. My new apartment has exactly the same layout as my old apartment. No-one does homogeneity like Japan. It's pretty convenient. I know exactly where to unpack everything.
One difference between this and the old apartment is the floor is almost entirely covered with tatami. I've heard how difficult tatami is to take care of so I wasn't especially excited about this feature. I'm looking forward to discovering its advantages. According to google, tatami absorbs humidity and releases it on dry days. We will see.
This apartment is very near train tracks. So far the sound of the trains going by hasn't bothered me. I slept easily through the night. The trains kind of just sound like wind. There's also an old shopping mall with a movie theatre nearby, which of course I'm really excited about. It has a supermarket on the bottom floor and they sell Guinness, which I've recently decided is my favourite beer. So I'd say pros are outweighing cons at this point.
X Sonnet 1936
A distant space resembles here and now.
No travel broadens minds at ease in lochs.
No dinosaur was found to break a cow.
Across the heath, we hear the mournful fox.
He stole a goose whose feathers poison gods.
A little paw has stopped the ghostly train.
A whisp of smoke betrayed the morning odds.
A growing fire pleads the clouds for rain.
Across the stars, a hapless few would fight.
No other troops could stomach running guns.
In addled kids, we see the future light.
In baking bread, we see the heavy buns.
Your path was built of ebon kitten plans.
The marriage rule is like a chain of cans.
I'm posting this from McDonald's, using their wi-fi. I foolishly thought I'd be able to get internet up and running after work but it was not to be. I'm thinking it's unlikely I'll have internet 'til the weekend, which is annoying. It would have to happen just when the new season of Andor was about to premiere. I suppose I can head back to the manga cafe to watch it. Maybe I'll even try posting blog entries on my phone. I don't relish the idea.
Since I can't watch blu-rays without an internet connexion, I've been watching a DVD, Hammer's The Abominable Snowman, one of Peter Cushing's best. I keep falling asleep during it because every day seems to find a reason to make me stay up late and get up early. It's not the movie's fault, though.
Happy Easter, everyone. I don't have much time to enjoy it to-day because I'm busy moving to a new apartment. The community manager of my current apartment building is kindly helping me move by driving my books and furniture to the new place, which is an approximately three hour drive away. We travel west through Osaka and Kobe. Yesterday we saw a car the colour of a carrot.
I often speak to students here in Japan about western holidays with which they may not be familiar. I haven't talked to students about Easter in a long time. The holiday comes at the start of the school year here when I'm usually doing my self-introduction and the students are otherwise getting ready for the new semester.
Easter is a little odd. It seems almost as important as Christmas but there are few Easter songs and stories. I can only spend so much time talking about eggs and bunnies. Maybe I could take the opportunity to show students Elvis Costello's "Little Palaces", though I'd have to find a translation for it. And it would really be kind of an ironic Easter artefact, the song about oppressed workers in a Cadbury town who beat their children to take out their resentment. I think many teachers from the U.S. in Japan, whose job is partially to explain U.S. culture, too often fall into the trap of regurgitating the dark or trivial facts that were the focus of anti-colonial college rhetoric rather than explaining the basic reality of traditions. Still, one day I would like to show "Little Palaces" to a Japanese class. I just need to find the right pretext. There's a lot of class resentment in Japan, a song like this might be really appreciated if presented the right way.
Over the past week, I've been listening to this Joe Rogan interview with Douglas Murray and Dave Smith, really an argument, I don't think "debate" is the right word, between Smith and Murray. Rogan barely participates. The two primarily argue about Ukraine and Gaza and about the relative legitimacy of various opinions on the topics. From the start, I knew Murray was in the right but that nearly everyone would come away from the interview believing Smith had won the argument, and that's exactly what happened.
Murray is pro-Israel and Smith is pro-Palestine. Murray champions the cause of Ukraine while Smith routinely argues that Ukraine deserves blame and Putin was unjustly provoked. Smith is a libertarian while Murray is more of an old school conservative. Murray also came on advocating traditional authority and angrily denouncing Rogan's tendency to platform only a specific group of voices. It was not a good strategy on Murray's part if his aim was to convert Rogan, Smith, or most of Rogan's listeners to his point of view, all of whom naturally resist the idea that formal education and field experience have any bearing on one's qualifications, which is of course why they voted for Trump, valuing instead charisma and relatability.
The crucial point Murray was trying to get across was proved again and again by Smith's own arguments, which is that it's almost impossible for someone like Smith to have a useful perspective because the bulk of the content he creates is reacting to points of interest rather than points of genuine importance. It's more interesting to find ways in which Putin might actually be in the right, it's more interesting to take the side of Palestinians, than to stay with the simple and plain reality that Putin invaded Ukraine and Hamas is a brutal, myopic regime with genocidal goals that stands in contrast to Israel, a country where Jews and Muslims coexist and people are actively engaged in trying to foster peace. It makes me wonder how much Russian influence is genuinely infecting U.S. media and how much of it is just the instinct of entertainers to swim against a current of content by figures like Murray, who stubbornly continue to believe proper perspective on international issues requires foreign travel and extensive education. It really is a stark example of the devaluing of education that so many people see Murray as the loser of this argument.
I read "FORESTS OF THE NIGHT (LYCANTHROPE TRIPTYCH)" last night, a story in the latest Sirenia Digest by Caitlin R. Kiernan. As the title suggests, it's three vignettes about werewolves, but much more subtly than werewolf stories tend to be.
I particularly liked the second which involves a pair of lovers having a conversation mid-coitus. What I liked about it is that it implies some strange and mysterious aspect of werewolf behavior without explicitly giving the reader any explanation. There's just enough of a hint of logic to make the story linger. But all three of the triptych are good.
Yesterday I saw an article in The Guardian about new evidence discovered for the existence of extraterrestrial life. I've had David Bowie's "Life on Mars" stuck in my head ever since.
X Sonnet #1935
Reflecting fruits would taste of glass and ghosts.
Expensive taste was deemed an island's fault.
Beneath the palms, the ladies wait for hosts.
Beneath their hands, the girls were hiding salt.
The sea requires carried grains at dawn.
Replenished waves can then assault the pool.
A hungry horse would eat the hapless pawn.
But 'neath the rook, the fellow's very cool.
Unwanted eyes were forced in breakfast bowls.
A dapper green has cased the hawker's food.
Excessive sweets have burned the meal with holes.
The sun creates a ghastly morning crude.
The people's beach would claim the Carpenter.
The Walrus comes disaster's harbinger.
Last night's finale of Daredevil: Born Again felt largely like a setup for season two. I guess that's not surprising given the troubled production history that saw the show handed from one creative vision to another. There were aspects I liked about the finale but somehow it all added up to something less satisfying than the finales on the original Daredevil series.
I was very happy to see Karen return. I know a lot of people don't like her but I like Deborah Ann Woll and her character's issues with using lethal force, which didn't come up, though maybe it's distantly represented in the love triangle with her, Punisher, and Daredevil. It was nice that her position as a supporting character on both the Daredevil and Punisher shows finally paid off with scenes between the three of them. Jon Bernthal was also very good in the episode though the action scenes tried to make up for a lack of the superb practical fights from the original series by overlaying a lot of cgi violence and editing. There was also a really awkward ADR line of Daredevil saying, "Frank, stop!" I suppose because someone realized Matt had gone too long without complaining about Frank's methods.
Punisher is a tricky character to throw in for a teamup with one of Marvel's more mainstream characters. The episode really revelled in the slaughter he perpetrated. Which, sure, is fun, but I think the show has lost its way from being about a conflict between allowing the rule of law to function and taking action when the law falls short, and where that line lies. It seems more like a show about good dictators versus bad dictators.
It's really a shame the show couldn't have made itself undeniably of a quality high enough to be a part of the Spider-Man storyline. With Fisk locking up all the vigilantes, it's really strange Spider-Man is uninvolved, particularly since Kingpin was originally a Spider-Man villain in the comics. But it was nice watching Vincent D'Onofrio, Deborah Ann Woll, and Jon Bernthal work. And yeah, Charlie Cox was fine. I am glad they stuck to their guns and have so far not resurrected Foggy and instead used his death as one of the points of turmoil for the living characters. Hopefully some alternate universe Foggy doesn't turn up next season.
I've been reading more Clark Ashton Smith and I found the juxtaposition of two of his stories, "Mother of Toads" (1938) and "The Enchantress of Sylvaire" (1941) to be fascinating. They're both stories about a young man who falls in love with a woman possessing great magical power. In one story, he's shocked and repulsed to find he'd been seduced by her glamour while, in the other story, he willingly avoids the chance to learn whether or not the beautiful body he perceives is the woman's true form.
I don't say that he allows himself to be deceived, nor does the story express it that way, though the reader is free to interpret it that way. If he truly loves the woman, why should he want to see her in any other way than how she presents herself?
The latter story naturally comes off as more interesting and mature than the former. It occurs to me that the progress of the human soul is to cease stripping others to the basely physical and choosing instead to share in the beauty of refined conceptions. It's not hard to relate the story to a variety of human rights issues as well as the dynamics of human relationships in general. Like a lot of great fantasy, it's not an allegory of any one thing but applies itself to something more fundamental and general.
And now Queen Bavmorda, Jean Marsh, has died, less than a week after her costar in Willow, Val Kilmer. But though she never approached his level of worldwide fame, Jean Marsh had no less an impressive filmmography. How many people can say they both starred in and co-created a successful TV series, as she did with Upstairs, Downstairs?
It was primarily as evil fantasy queens that I knew her, both in 1988's Willow and, much later, on Doctor Who as a version of the Arthurian villain Morgan la Fay in the 1989 serial Battlefield. But if you search for "Jean Marsh" on my blog, you'll see she impressed me in a lot of roles over the years, including an appearance on The Twilight Zone, in Alfred Hitchcock's Frenzy, and in a 2007 Doctor Who audio play. Her connexions to Doctor Who were many; she was married to the Third Doctor, John Pertwee, and she appeared in a First Doctor serial. I also thought she made a memorable appearance in the famous Elizabeth Taylor led 1963 version of Cleopatra as Octavia the Younger. She's certainly left a great legacy in performances. She was always sharp, always captivating.
X Sonnet #1934
We start the dream on distant desert sand.
A calm but urgent man describes the doom.
Along with this, a Dal was master planned.
A woman bends the timeless, moving loom.
And now she pleads the case for Antony.
Away she's sent from costly epic sets.
And finds herself the cause of agony.
For Hitch and many other reckless bets.
But dark became the cloud around at eight.
With murder thoughts, she chased a clever dame.
Her spell awry, her form the portal ate.
But little time would pass before she came.
A line of knights have fought her crooked ploys.
Eternal, though, will hold her wicked joys.
A new episode of Doctor Who quietly premiered on Disney+ on Saturday. It was pleasant enough, I suppose. It's really not hard to see why ratings continue to decline for this show, though.
The story begins with the introduction of Belinda Chandra (Varada Sethu), the Doctor's new companion, in a scene that feels weirdly like a Saturday Night Live sketch and is about as funny as modern one tends to be (in other words, not). Belinda and her boyfriend, Alan (Jonny Green), very obviously not teenagers, are meant to be seen as such, sitting on a park bench where he tries to woo her by telling her girls aren't good at math before presenting her with a certificate showing he'd gotten a star named after her. This sets up the episode's lazy, half-assed parody of incels because Russell T Davies remains defiantly woke even if his understanding of wokeness seems to be defined mainly as things that will piss off the Right.
Where's the heartfelt character drama like we had with Rose and her mother? I guess we do have some of the sparkle of untethered, weird adventure like Martha's introductory episode and Martha was another companion who was lacking in much complexity, her episodes succeeding more for their sci-fi/fantasy concepts than for her personal investment in them. Belinda seems as though she may have been inspired by the Fifth Doctor's companion, Tegan, who spent a lot of her time cheesed off that the Doctor couldn't get her home. Tegan's ire was typically more entertaining, though.
The idea of a planet and then a people being named for Belinda Chandra was really cute, though. The Fifteenth Doctor (Ncuti Gatwa) continues to be entertaining in his flamboyance though I don't find him as satisfying as Twelve or Ten.
The episode felt oddly rushed at times, as though chunks of dialogue were skipped over in haste, especially in the final scene in the TARDIS. The drama with the rebels and the woman whom the Doctor'd evidently chosen as a new companion also moved much to quickly to accrue emotional weight, also feeling insubstantial for how typical they were for Doctor Who subplots.
The show is better than it was under Chris Chibnall but it's more like a slowed descent than a rise. Maybe what the show needed wasn't Russell T Davies but a Russell T Davies, someone with the passion and daring to take the show in new and surprising directions like Davies in 2005.
Doctor Who is available on the BBC iPlayer in the UK and on Disney+ elsewhere in the world.
My birthday was Friday (I'm 46 now) but I mostly celebrated on Saturday, despite having a lot to do since I'm in the process of moving. I made fish tacos, watched Rogue One, and played a lot of Skyrim. I feel like it's going to be a while before I'm able to have quality time with Skyrim again so I tried to make the most of it.
I have two characters going lately, a magic user named Nancy and a warrior named Alistair. Nancy is a real challenge because I made her to be an entirely support character. For a long time, I'd wanted to see if I could get through the game with Illusion magic as my primary skill. It could be frustrating at times so when I just wanted to hack at things I'd switch over to Alistair. But I've gotten Nancy to level 41 which, I think, is the highest level I've gotten any character in years. The Ordinator perk tree mod adds a lot of abilities to Illusion to keep it interesting. It's always fun to cast "frenzy" on a group of bandits from a hiding spot and watch them all attack each other and, with the mod, you're able to use Illusion spells even on very high level monsters if you're at a high level yourself, something that really ought to have been a vanilla feature. It's not as though swords won't affect certain high level monsters. There are several illusion spells that summon doppelgangers of enemies to fight them, which I love, and mental manipulation abilities to use on people you come upon sleeping. You give them dreams about you to make them your devoted follower or simply steal their dreams and convert them into useful buffs. Unfortunately, Illusion spells seem to be useless against dragons so when there's a dragon I mostly run around casting healing and buff spells on my followers.
Mostly I have to credit the follower mods for keeping things interesting. Since Nancy has little to offer in terms of offensive capabilities, she needs a team of damage dealers around her. So she has custom modded followers Remiel, Val Serano, Ashe, and Lydia. Lydia is actually a vanilla character but I have a mod that completely replaces and expands all of her dialogue. Nancy's high Speech skill also grants her an animal companion (a cave bear at the moment) and I've levelled her high enough in Conjuration that she can have two summons at a time, thanks to the Ordinator perk tree mod. The trade-off is that if she has no summoned creature she has a reduced magic resistance and armour rating.
It was hard to get a screenshot with every follower visible. I just realised I got Ashe mid-blink. The ice monster is one of the summons.
Val Serano and Remiel have all the best dialogue, some of it banter with each other, despite the fact that the two characters come from two different mod authors. Val Serano has some genuinely funny lines though too many of them are references to Indiana Jones and The Princess Bride. Remiel, though, has become easily my favourite companion and the only one I have with my warrior character, Alistair.
Even most of the best follower mods have a bunch of annoyingly obsequious dialogue and the characters have ridiculously powerful attacks and abilities. Not so Remiel. The only really powerful thing she has is that she can pick any lock and the mod author made a very handy spell function for her so you can just point and click at a lock you want her to pick. I can see her being a must have for any playthrough of Skyrim for the foreseeable future.
I've been having a three hour commute by train lately and I've been reading mostly Clark Ashton Smith, Harlan Ellison, Tobias Smollett, and Edgar Allan Poe. I hadn't read much of Clark Ashton Smith before, now I can say I've read two stories set in his fictional French province of Averoigne, "The Colossus of Ylourgne" and "The Disinterment of Venus" (both first published in Weird Tales in 1934).
"The Colossus of Ylourgne" is quite a long story about a demented dwarf who makes a gigantic patchwork corpse and somehow transplants his face and soul to it, after which he goes on a rampage. It's all set in the middle ages. Anyone looking to shake up the kaiju genre might want to look at this. I guess it's pretty similar to Attack on Titan, actually.
"The Disinterment of Venus", in which a group of monks accidentally unearth a beautiful statue of the Roman goddess, is pretty obviously an allegory of sexual repression turning to violence. I found myself thinking of Mother Joan of the Angels and Ken Russell's Devils, those movies inspired by the 17th incident of horny nuns possessed by demons. Smith's story is about men who go crazy, though. It must've been one beautiful statue.
X Sonnet 1933
An error forced the fish to swim in fear.
A toothy bud arose above the bed.
The water changed and bubbled up to beer.
Now nourished rough, the mighty marlin led.
But double country claims have brushed his scales.
The current raked the fellow first to Spain.
A racket smacked him back 'mongst sushi whales.
WIth vinegar they feel but little pain.
In empty sea, the time was dowsed to death.
A rusty watch has missed the minute hordes.
A bubbling brine assumes the place of breath.
Their dame arose, bedecked in weedy cords.
And now the fish will dance and sort of sing.
They form a strange and hostile outer ring.
I'm writing this morning from a manga cafe called Kaikatsu Club. Manga cafes have, as you might expect, a lot of manga, but they also have booths you can rent for the night, which is why I'm here. I'm in the process of moving from one town to another that's around three hours away by train. There's been a few hitches in the tangled path of paperwork so my move couldn't be completed before I had to start work in the new town. Fortunately, you can stay the night at a manga cafe booth for just over 2000 yen (less than 20 dollars). Amenities include wifi and even a shower.
I've slept in a recliner for two nights now. The first was more difficult but by the second night I was either more acclimated or more tired because I slept easily, despite a surprising amount of noise of people walking around and slamming doors. I fell asleep listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack on my noise cancelling headphones and really feel I'm living my best cyberpunk life.
That's the jazz standard referenced by "Isle of Joy", the new Daredevil from Wednesday. The episode basically satisfied me, even when a few things happened I thought were silly.
The episode began with a shot of a blue rose accompanied by some ethereal vocals. Since Twin Peaks just turned 35 years old this week, I wondered if this was a reference to the blue roses featured in that mythos. Of course, the point of the blue rose on Twin Peaks is that it does not occur in nature. So what are these artificially coloured roses doing at Riker's Island?
I like how they're writing Heather as kind of a jerk now. It's probably because they're moving her out of the way ahead of Karen's return but, whatever the reason, it's nice for Matt to have her as a foil. We get that classic super secret identity dilemma when Heather demands he give her attention . Meanwhile, what distracts him is Tony Dalton's character, the Swordsman, being threatened by Wilson Fisk. It was kind of weak that Swordsman and Fisk didn't fight then and there but it's nice watching Tony Dalton work, as much as I didn't like his character on Better Call Saul. He's much better suited to playing the Swordsman.
I liked how furious Matt was that Fisk was trying to get to him through Heather, furious enough to throw caution to the wind. But why the hell did he take a bullet for Fisk? Maybe it was instinct.
Now that Fisk has survived an assassination attempt, the similarities between him and Trump are even more underlined. I'm not sure the show can say anything valuable by drawing that parallel but it's good drama by itself.
