Watching:
WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS, directed by Otto Preminger from an adaptation of William L. Stuart’s original novel by Ben Hecht. Starring Dana Andrews, Gene Tierney, and Gary Merril. Released August 1950.
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One of those days where the apathy, the indifference, the vacuum – all outside my control – are weighing on me. Might be a byproduct of high blood sugar, first in awhile – or the cause, the symptom or. Can never tell. But oh well, hell.
And so I rhyme.
Thinking: Do I need to amplfy my ambition for MainFicThing to make it a publishable short story? Push it – push me – into the next step? Or am I content in the confines of my own agency?
But nevermind: that's committing the cardinal sin of my thought processes: form before story. Never worked out / lesson (mostly) learned.
Regardless: only way through all of it just to do the work and let the shit I can't control be relegated to the "fuckit" box. Easier said than done: this is the perpetual practice.
The day awaits.
Long day.
Playing:
At last…
Cancelled ARKHAM sequel(?) concepts by Goran Bukvic
Designs by concept artist Goran Bukvic for what was apparently a cancelled ARKHAM KNIGHT sequel that would feature a broken, battered Bruce Wayne and Damien Wayne as Batman(men). Love the BATMAN BEYOND vibe of Damien’s suit. I want to play THIS game – whatever it is / was – and see a Bukvic-drawn Batman comic.
(via @ArkhamVideos and CBR)
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TRENCADIS, by William Parker.
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Harvest sounds omnipresent, combines or harvesters or whatever that equipment's called – the big things that take over the whole road –, working through the night: a comfort, in its way: the closest I find here to soothing industrial white noise.
(When I came back here for my second visit after moving to Boston all those lifetimes ago, I brought a recording of city noise: it was too quiet for me to sleep in my old room. Fortunately, in this life-iteration, my wife had always slept to a fan, so I've found an approximation and a happy medium.)
I've started a stack of books that need zettel-processing on The Table. Making it a thing for when the words aren't coming and I need something useful with which to occupy my hands and (what passes for ) my brain.
Fairly certain that last night's yard-bunny made their escape following the terror-inducing Morkie and Jorkie encounter at pre-bed piss'n'shit time...
The day awaits.
