incandescing

At the same time, there's something to unpack in the way that a largely transfem scene is received by Queer Culture At Large. Think TESCREAL.

I feel like a lot of postrat/ah+ came out of 'computer nerdery as an escape hatch from maleness', which I can only sort of relate to. 2.0 should include more approaches to gender.

Postrat culture needs some transmasculine rep. Y'all are rad, but I'm kinda drowning in estrogen.

I did like The Counselor; it was a modern Grimm's fairy tale. The prophesied weapon, the princess turned into diamonds.

99 Homes is like a PG-13 version of The Counselor. Not as weird, but it has Michael Shannon, who makes any movie better.

The conservative view of e.g. Cormac McCarthy: if you try to change human nature, it'll do some vague metaphysical harm. It's impossible, because reasons, and you'd better not try.

"There's no such thing as life without bloodshed. The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea... desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous."

Bite me, Cormac.

Collective punishment is obviously evil. But all forms of punishment involve unnecessary harm, and should likewise be abolished. And 'justice' should probably be replaced with models of well-being that don't involve keeping score.

I haven't seen anything else by this director (Jerzy Skolimowski). Maybe I'll like Deep End more.

I like the premise (synth musician vs. aboriginal sound magic? rad) and some of the shots of creating foley effects. But it never got crazy enough. After all the wait, the big payoff is a Chewbacca roar.

The Shout was like the George P. Cosmatos version of a Nicholas Roeg movie.

It could be seen as indulging in the exploitation it criticizes. But the focus on exploitation makes it unusual, and for a 'head movie', subversive. Easy Rider is about using and dealing; Ciao! is about being used and dealt-to.

The way it blurs fiction and real life can make it hard to watch at times. Edie Sedgwick was a creative force in this movie; she's also fresh out of rehab, and playing herself with the serial numbers barely filed off.

Parts of Ciao! are visually beautiful, with psychedelic editing and scene transitions (those opening titles!). Warbling Moogs and treated voices add to the disorienting effect.

The narrative is fractured and psychotic. Stories of abuse, addiction, and illness are punctuated by a rambling conspiracy theory about UFOs, delivered in a gee-whiz tone; space-age optimism meets post-sixties burnout.

Rewatched Ciao! Manhattan last night. It's a film that takes the romanticized view of the 60s, and smashes it into ground glass.

As a kid I would've loved this.

(I still love it, but back then I would've too)

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bonus NEET

Cube girls

Industrial rockers/this is fine

Asked the magic mirror to show me some pictures. NEET life/cooking for the aliens/witch x2

Bonus interest: college campuses and their lore. I just think they're neat

Get to know your mutuals, post 10 things you're into

Pre-Y2K dance music
SF/horror
Movies (any genre)
Urban exploration
WFPB food
16-bit consoles
Anime/manga/weeb culture
Japanese language
Forests
Speedruns

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A bit like an old Twilight Zone, but this goes harder. I won't say any more.

I went to the spa at an off hour, two weeks after my XBB shot. Partly to ease my decrepit body, partly out of curiosity. The bigger reason was to overcome my fear.

While recovering from dehydration, I read a book of David Drake horror stories; “The dancer in the flames” seemed appropriate. Then I tried an automatic massage chair, for an overdue butt kicking.

I spent the most time in the clay ball sauna, which was full of grape-sized, hard ceramic orbs. Like a grown up ball pit. I laid back, sunk in, and soaked up their heat from head to toe.

Clothing was required in the jimjilbang, and the house provided a shirt, shorts, and pair of flimsy slippers. From there doors led to various sauna, including cold, salt rock, and the bulgama: an igloo-shaped, 200+ degree monster. I peeked into there and quickly noped out.

On the second floor, there was a large common room (jimjilbang) with mats to rest on, a cafe, and a computer and book area with tons of sf/f paperbacks.

I tried the first sauna here (others were upstairs). It had a flat screen TV, and some hi-fi speakers set into a brick wall, which made me a little curious what protected them from the heat and moisture.