A. K. Blue

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I'll always associate semi-colons with Philip K. Dick; they're the grammatical sparkplug of those nervous two-stroke sentences he uses to sketch in a scene or idea.

This was in Beacon, New York. Everyone there seemed fifty or older, usually older, except for a few kids who seemed to be with their parents. This was in Veterans Plaza, which juts off Main Street, and Main Street (art galleries, restaurants) was packed with people not being at the demonstration.

I think the No Kings demonstrations are great but I'm not sure I'm going to go. I went last time and I didn't know anyone, there wasn't anything to do, and my legs got tired from standing, so I left after half an hour. It's not as if someone was there with a clicker doing an official count.

I just realized today that the creator of Peanuts is Charles M. Shulz, not Charles M. Shultz, and I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Heathcliff only puts meat on his cereal.

You could, and would probably have to, move it from television to the internet, especially the dark web.

The villains are very MAGA.

My birthday's coming up in a couple of days and I want to get myself a laptop. Is Amazon a good place to buy one, or should I go somewhere else? I'm just using it to write and maybe play movies on an external DVD drive. I don't need a lot of features, but I do want a real keyboard. And that's it?

I've mentioned the High Demand Popular Fiction table in the lobby of the library before. Featuring the new books most library patrons were coming for. The bestsellers, the brand names. Four shelves, two on each side. And James Patterson is now filling an entire shelf.

Smash two movies together:

Citizen K9

I love how A is just blubber and beans on toast.

They're almost the same title!

The Big Sleep. And when they asked Raymond Chandler he didn't know either.

Old typewriter user. Courier forever.

I still think the Space Gems are a million-dollar idea. It would be like amber or ambergris and would come with a certificate of authenticity.

Okay, I guess it builds up in the tank. That had me confused.

I'm surprised they don't recycle the water. Then they could crystallize the residue and sell it as Space Gems or something. "These golden jewels from outer space are the most beautiful objects in the cosmos!"

Yeah, I realize Grayson had to go, but "Don't get sick and if you do, die quickly" is etched in my mind like a poem.

The Mr. Met of satire.

The best soda. Haven't had one in decades. Thought it was discontinued. Was recently hoaxed by a bottle of what proved to be Fresca-flavored seltzer.

Yes, and typical of movies that are originally frightening and critical but get adopted by an audience, especially the dude audience, the Gods of Cinema audience, and become domesticated by their affection, become decontextualized "classic scenes." Goodfellas and Pulp Fiction come to mind.

The modern cover of Dr. Futurity, a type-dominated design, part of Vintage Books uniform edition of trade paperbacks.

This is a sci-fi cliche that didn't impress me back then enough to remember, but now it hit me hard because for the first time this is something that's real, that's touching my life, because of our fascist government. Anyway, that's the edition I read then, here's the edition I'm reading now.

The cover of Dr. Futurity, with a man in what looks like spacesuit picking his way through a lifeless jagged landscape, looked over by a full moon that's half skull.

I'm reading a minor Philip K. Dick novel, Dr. Futurity, that I read in high school as half of an Ace Double. I remember liking it okay, though I'd forgotten everything except a few images. I'm up to page 34, and we're in a society ruled by eugenics, where it's illegal to treat the sick or injured.

The perils of going online in the middle of the night: I woke up around 3:00 and started scrolling in bed and the first time I saw this image I thought it was a real photo of a mouse playing a video game in a lab and it was only the second time I saw it that I went, Oh, Stuart Little.

Pie as a midnight snack ticks over into pie and coffee for breakfast without skipping a beat.

Caturday Night's Alright for Biting.

Two Hundred Million A.D. (The Book of Ptath) is, by the way, van Vogt's only dull Golden Age novel. It's stuck in the older mode of A. Merritt and Edgar Rice Burroughs; the brilliance of van Vogt in this period is present only as details around the fringe of the story, like the wooden tech.

This isn't the main point, but what is "Overton window," a mainstream poli-sci term, doing on this list? Maybe because Third Way is guilty of moving it to the right.

Without looking it up I know exactly where this is from.