Mother's Day gifts for Alison from the kids. C(16)'s pastel of a rose. R(14)'s clay models of gifts from the mothered - his saxophone, C's rugby ball, a dead mouse from Smudge, tennis balls from Ollie.
Good morning.
Three kingfishers, in a tight group, on the Water of Leith. Deciding on a mating pair?
The Beauty is superb.
Indy publishers need to operate in the same way - them fighting each other for market share is self defeating when the majors can dominate that fight - joint efforts, cross promotion is a way forward. Requires bravery though, especially in first steps.
Genre authors are generally very supportive of each other (perhaps because being endlessly told their books are "not proper writing" has propagated a healthy "us" to set against the "them"), but an explicit exercise in mutual support is no bad thing.
It watches.
So nicely done.
Haircut!
All fair points, well made. But hope is an invidious thing.
This will very probably be at least a bit rubbish but there's that slim ribbon of hope that it could just be sublimely and ridiculously wonderful...
www.theguardian.com/film/2026/ma...
"She felt as though some towering Angel of the Woods let fall across the threshold the flaming sword of a countless multitude of leaves that formed behind her a barrier, green, shimmering and impassable. Into the Forest she never walked again."
Happy birthday to Algernon Blackwood.
Happy birthday from Ollie!
"Imagination, I knew. Some evil inside myself pushed out into the trees. I knew what I knew, the mindless, mechanical bruteness of things, and when the harper's lure drew my mind away to hopeful dreams, the dark of what was and always was reached out and snatched my feet."
I watched Predator: Badlands and it was fun, I liked the two Elles Fanning, but it's funny that the Hollywood ur-story continues to just be "daddy issues"
more like predator dadlands am I right
"A myth, therefore, is true because it is effective not because it gives us factual information."
Rust stained pier pile sea and wind carved.
Think he needs a haircut. (He hates having haircuts.)
But what a very handsome loon he is.
So today I learned that the theme from Babe is from Saint-Saën's Third Symphony. Feel like I'm probably the last to know but, hey.
Excellent!
The mouse is still there, you are not.
"Serves one."
I am not, in principle, complaining about this recipe. Though losing the grease does feel important.
"It won't pay the rent, but that's okay—when you live in a shithole, there's always the Metaverse, and in the Metaverse, Hiro Protagonist is a warrior prince."
I saw "Dee" and parsed "John Dee" for a moment. And suddenly you were a character in an Alan Moore London novel.
"In The Crown's most crepuscular corner Dee's last papery-thin contemporaries reminisced their roguish friend over too modern for their real liking but acceptable nonetheless beers.
What a bizarre piece (and what an incredible film).
St. Columba's Hospice shop in Canonmills.
Had one of my periodic (but no less painful) flensing of the shelves and took some books and CDs to the charity shop. So of course felt entirely justified in bringing these back from the charity shop.
It's only right and proper.
Brazen.
Good morning. And that's a big thank you to next-door's camelia.