It’s 3028.

You lie in a puddle just over 4km in diameter, photosynthesizing. The photons taste like tiny buffalo wings as your greedy chloroplasts worf them down.

A gentle summer shower starts; it’s your 65,536 lovers arriving to fertilise your gaping stomata. The bliss envelopes you all and, inevitably, some of you releases tiny babies in the form of homunculi 236 nanometres long. Goodbye, Children, wave me when you have Minds!

As your family lie in a happy heap around, in and through you, you absorb all pre-existing human media in just under a tenth of a second. That was good but you’re still peckish.

So, you live the life of every baseline human who ever lived, simulating their wildly, ridiculously tiny lives in just eight of your nineteen thumbs. Then you burp. It smells strongly of cyclohexane and Ribena.

Your half-sister waves from orbit. You wave back.

Linguistics Again

Hmmm… I think British English wins here because we say ‘crush’ too but it means far more than fancying. It’s kind of an old-fashioned word here (I never hear anyone under 40 say it) but ‘crush’ denotes a chronic infatuation rather than just thinking someone is fit. Fancy can be exactly like the old-timey thing of ‘a passing fancy’ whereas ‘crush’ is more serious.

In posh female circles decades ago, the word ‘pash’ (as in abbreviation of passion) was used instead of ‘crush’ and it nearly always meant a lesbian fancying, it was a cute term. Don’t hear it much now. It’s the kind of thing Diana Rigg would say. 😛

This reminds me of the current stages of sexual pair-bonding. In the East Midlands of England where I live, this currently goes:

* shagging / fucking / sleeping with someone

* seeing someone

* going out with someone

The first two phases are assumed to be non-exclusive whereas the last is commonly assumed to be the establishment of heteronormative monogamy (even in non-het relationships).

This is all fascinating! Thanks for answering my question, @sadabeuk and @iheartvelma !

Marx, Trotsky, Goldman, Reich, Dworkin, Brinton, Fanon, Said, Shakur…

They’re in my head.

Often contradicting each other which is the way the left should be: always a discourse, never a menu. Or a set course, lol.

I’m not clever enough to be politically or philosophically as important as the women and men above. But I feel I’m approaching some syncretic critical mass lately.

All the puzzle pieces waltz in my head and then a Carillion or similar happens and the perspective I’m embracing is not surprised; perhaps even anticipated it.

After all, what is scientific socialism without the science?

I find these quotes apposite:

“There’s a place for abstract, there’s a place for noise, there’s a place for every kind of sound so come on now and tell me why there’s a void.”

“How can we expect anyone to listen if we using the same old voice? We need New Noise.”

“You don’t have to be blood to be family”

We’re on the cusp of … *something*… perhaps something beautiful.

Yet More Shitty YA Posing As Adult Drama

I’ve been watching Salvation on UK Netflix and it’s just making me miss HACF.

Why is mainstream US telly so emotionally vapid, so silly and plastic?

In one scene, a character is literally waterbaorded. Half an hour later, he’s totally fine and making jokes about it. You know, like any of us would be after being tortured.

The world is literally ending in Salvation and all that the characters care about is who’s fucking who. Really, if I knew I only had a few weeks to live, I’d have other priorities.

Silly, silly, silly.

I’m now waiting for another TV drama written for adults. Please tell me if you find one.


I’ve wasted my life watching this shitty series and I can’t believe the big boohoo at the end is that the central female character can’t decide between the two really handsome blokes with great arms. Thus is all of humanity reduced to pubescent mewling.


jfc this series is the stupidest shit ever…

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HACF S4E7 – Who Needs A Guy (SPOILERS)

Originally posted by sunnydisposish


I’m in fucking pieces. Just when everything was perfect for Gordon… I can’t believe it. It’s so horrible and random and unfair.

Which I guess is why HACF is the most lifelike show on telly.

Seeing his girls and Donna weeping on the sofa…. that just fucked me up. The shot where his daughters reach for each others’ hands was killer. And then, the actual sequence representing his stroke was fantastic: spooky and romantic and sad and ‘Well, this was your life.’

Originally posted by sunnydisposish

I can’t believe how ignored this show is when it delivers incomparable drama like tonight’s ep. HACF has made all the characters all too real, I don’t know if I’ll ever really believe they’re not alive, somewhere. That’s its genius.

Is it then hypocritical of me to ask for happy endings for everyone? I *know* life isn’t like that, I know shit like this happens every day but it’s GORDON, for fuck’s sake. He’s so awkward and geeky and lovable and tries so goddamn hard for every person in his life. He’s pretty much my ideal of what a best mate would be like. Why have this happen to Gordon? He’s like a fucking puppy, no harm should ever come to him.

Originally posted by sunnydisposish

Originally posted by sunnydisposish

I’ve got to stop writing this now. Been crying solidly for twenty minutes.

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Casting My Hand

Casting My Hand

Today, I thought I’d have a go at casting my hand in plaster of paris. Obviously, this wasn’t a sudden whim because you need more than household ingredients to do this. I’d already bought several bags of Baby Rice alginate plus some mixing jugs that could serve as hand moulds.

So, I mixed the first load of alginate, following the vids I’d found online and… IT SET! Goddamn thing just set pretty much immediately. I don’t know if it was how I was mixing or the water temp. So, I plopped that out of the mould – it was disconcertingly like a huge lump of flesh.

Okay, batch 2, I’ll be more careful this time… Aaaanddd… aRGHhh, it’s all gone lumpy. LUMPY ALGINATE HELL!

By this time, I was a little dispirited and the kitchen sink looked like I’d been murdering aliens in it.

But I gave it one more go. This time, I probably didn’t put enough alginate powder in the mix, I was so scared of it going lumpy again. After a bit, I thought I may as well give it a go and I bunged my hand in and waited. Around ten minutes later (waaaay longer than it’s meant to take), the mould seemed solid so I gingerly wheedled my hand out.

The plaster of paris was a piece of piss compared to the alginate. Mixed, poured, gave it two hours and then, ta-dah! The gallery at the top shows me excavating my cast hand out of the mould.

I’ll let it dry out for a week or so and then decide how I’m going to decorate it. I don’t think I’ll go realistic… maybe a lovely gold? Or silver?

Panasonic DMC-LX15 Test Night Shots

Panasonic DMC-LX15

I recently got an LX15 to replace my trusty Sony RX100Mk3 which, sadly, has been dropped one too many times and is a bit grumpy and temperamental, like a certain R2 unit.

So far, I’m loving the LX15. It’s rocking the same 1″ sensor that all the high-end compacts have been forced to move to by the success of the RX100 line. But it has pluses like a very usable touch screen and a slightly wider maximum aperture.

I just took the above shots after clubbing one night, expecting them to be blurry, fuzzy, hideous messes. But, with a little tweaking, I got something quite lovely and a little spooky.

I’ll try to post some more average test shots soon! 😀

Racists On Facebook

So, I’m scrolling through my newsfeed and I read this “joke” above that’s actually the most sick, dehumanising racism which *two* of my white “friends” have liked.

What the fuck?

I post it up, call them out and instantly another white male leaps to their defense, saying that I need “to chill” and that he “needs context” for the original post.

Oh, okay. Thank you, white man, for setting me straight! Thank you SO MUCH! I just got over-emotional, like so many of us brown people do, thank you for bringing white justice and rationality back to the discourse. Thank you for civilising me, sahib!

It’s getting to the stage with white people where there’s only a handful that I can actually trust in any way and that’s because I know they’re communists, anarchists or socialists. The great mass of apolitical / Tory white people, well, they’re turning out to be openly, proudly racist. They don’t even question their racism, the same as with their sexism, ableism or homophobia.

And, yet again, this shows why I hate Facebook. You end up being part of a set of connections which are actually anathema to you, it’s inevitable. And then everyone starts whitesplaining away every day racism should you dare to stand up for your human rights.

UPDATE  – I’ve had to deactivate my FB account now because I’m getting random messages from racists.