the unfuckening, day ten

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Holding pattern continues as general and pervasive exhaustion settles in for the long haul upon my person and brings with it the unwelcome plus one of flaring BPD made more so because I'm too exhausted to keep myself in check but happily happy pills are holding their own and keeping the worst of flare-up proclivities at a corporeal minimum, mental being another story, though the day away has helped reestablish my self-policing abilities and, while I’ve little interest in work or anything similar my favorite part of the hospital's chiptune Minuet in G hold music is when it cuts out for half a second and sounds like there's some epic profanity being bleeped out.

… and the two-way wrist mystery (SOLVED)

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Purchased this small kid's Dick Tracy Two-Way Wrist Radio plastic toy (it's just a chunk of plastic, no workable radio bits) and have no clue of when it was released or what it's from. Had to be at least after 1946 (when the two-way first appeared in the strip) but beyond that I haven't a clue. Can't find it anywhere in Crouch and Doucet's AUTHORIZED GUIDE TO DICK TRACY COLLECTIBLES. Thoughts?

  • UPDATE/202309222028: huge thanks to Sean Kleefeld (of the essential Kleefeld on Comics blog) for finding that it is part of a 1950 badge/watch set from Gaylord. Mystery=solved.

  • UPDATE/202309221143: A double take of my collection of radio premium / detective club badges found that I also have the badge that came with the set…

five quick notes on DAREDEVIL (2023) No. 1

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  • Dig Matt's new employ quite a bit. Intriguing angle.

  • Kuder’s art is solid, but isn’t speaking to me yet.

  • A little rushed getting him back into (SPOILER)

  • First exposure to Elektra DD and I dig (missed the entirety of Zdarsky's run).

  • Want to know where Ahmed's going to take everything so I'll give it a few more issues, maybe the whole first arc, before deciding whether or not to continue. That being said, DD’s at its best when it rises above itself and acts as a vehicle for a unique vision– Miller, Bendis/Maleev, Waid/Martin/Samnee – and I’m not (yet) convinced that that’s the case here.

silence

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Appear to be in a phase where I prefer working in silence – even ambient is proving too much and, when I’m watching something, I prefer silent films. Maybe I'm listening for the staccato vibration with the next bit of unfuckening news and can't bring myself to turn on an alert tone because they all offend my delicate ears or maybe I'm just too bloody tired to compartmentalize my brain into listening and creating or maybe I'm out of patience with the fussy and pissy Wi-Fi connection between phone and Homepod (efforts to bring the turntable and vinyl back here have yet to bear fruit), IDK – but something has shifted: going to roll with it, however it plays out. Only EarBliss at present is silence.