My Current Insanities

One final one for now. This was shot with a cheapo cellphone.

Of these four cameras that I no longer own, the Olympus Pen EE-2 is the one I’d probably buy again with little humming and hawing. Such a convenient little sucker. Pity it got moldy and had to die.

Poking through an old portable hard drive today, in case you’re wondering.

This one is going way back. This is Seoul. The view out my window during the annual Chinese air poisoning of the nations around it. Adding with the generally shitty air of western Korea this stuff put me in the hospital each time to get treated from some sort of lung infection. If I ever return to Korea for some reason (money) I’ll be skipping Seoul for some place slightly out of the main path. Not that there’s much escape. It sometimes even got as far south as Miyazaki.

According to my files, this was taken with a Konica/ Minolta Dimage Z. My mother has it in her closet somewhere. It worked for her for the better part of a decade before giving up the ghost. Which is quite impressive for a low end digital camera, I feel.

A classic from the archives. The week I arrived in Japan, this was all I had.

This was taken with a Mamiya C220f. A goodly camera, that.

Re: The previous post.

Requiem For Methuselah is another one of those bad-but-not-bad-enough-to-be-notable third season Star Trek episodes.

The crew is dying from space flu so our dynamic trio beams down to Planet Cure to meet an immortal guy named Flint and his hot robot girlfriend. Kirk gets his mack on with the robot girl, Spock guesses the plot twist early but tries not to ruin it for everyone, and Bones is the only one who seems to care that the crew are dying. But this doesn’t stop him and the others from gleefully guzzling Flint’s space brandy while the plot happens to them.

This one supports my suspicion that even the writers hated the third season which is why they wrote the characters in maximum bitch mode every episode. It’s McCoy’s turn this episode. Check out this monologue from Bones at the end of the episode;

“You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know simply because the word love isn’t written into your book.”

Jesus fuck, Bones! That was harsh. No wonder Spock threw himself into that reactor.

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Screencap from Trekcore, of course.

Alright, this is more like it. I have a pretty good work flow in GIMP now. And I’m satisfied with the line quality now.

I guess I should finish that script then…

Halp! My mother’s baking keeps falling into my tummy somehow. I think the milk is chasing it there!

un-sensored:

Centum City, Busan. on Flickr.

By the subway entrance to the Lotte Department Store at Centum City, Busan, in this other-worldly fountain full of classical sculpture.

For those who have never had the pleasure of living in the Hermit Kingdom: The Lotte World in Songpa-Gu, Seoul is even more garish than this.

It possibly wants a cheeseburger. I don’t know what it’s thoughts on monorails and civil disobedience are.

A test panel for hand lettering in GIMP.

I figured out a couple of things a bit too late while drawing this that I’m going to be mindful of for the next time. Mostly to do with the drawing resolution and scaling which is why it’s a bit jaggy. I should also be able to find the sweet spot between this final size and the working size as far as lettering goes armed with what I learned.

Overall, this was a very useful bit of drawing exercise. A good use of my evening.

I don’t know what gang he belongs to, but I took the gang sign as a warning to cross the street and avert my eyes.

A table away from my farewell meat-eating party was another farewell meat-eating party.

This is the HalfCamera app. It does diptychs in the style of a half frame camera.

Not just a kitty. But a Japanese kitty. A Japanese kitty that lives in a graveyard and talks to the ghosts there like in a Neil Gaiman book.

I am now the envy of the Internet!

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Name of the Doctor:  Haha, I had fun with the finale.  It’s been a terrible season, just terrible (I’d put the Gaiman one at the low-point), but that last one— that was a good one by me, the best it’s been in a while.  I think the half-season thing has been a disaster, and the retreat from the formula Davies had of having each season be a thing hasn’t really worked (even if Moffat was pretty terrible at working that formula).  But they’ve set up the 50th anniversary quite nicely so…

Plus, I really enjoyed the use of typography.

Having watched the entire seventh series in one sitting today, I will boldly claim that the second they jettisoned the Ponds it picked up a great deal.  Hopefully this episode is also the final goodbye for River as well. Welcomes had been worn out a long time ago.

This new era of Who is blatantly for kids and Tumblr gifs. I didn’t try to keep up with it too hard because that’s not my bag and the split seasons didn’t help. I doubt I’ll follow series eight too closely unless the 50th anniversary show knocks my socks off.

John Hurt, though. John Hurt.