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.

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.

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.

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.

That Which Survives is one of those forgettable cheese factory third season Star Trek episodes that you don’t really think much about because it’s bad, but not as bad as the worst of that season. There are bigger stinks masking this one.
But if you do get the chance to see it, pay attention to the dialog. The second Kirk, Bones, Sulu, and Guywhowilldie go missing Spock cranks the Bitchiness Factor up to eleven. By the end of the episode Scotty was begging to be shot out into space just so he wouldn’t have to keep putting up with Spock’s shit.
I do have a theory that he was trying out some Vulcan deadpan humor to put the crew at ease, but didn’t have the delivery down right. Or maybe he just missed his besties.
Screencap from the fabulous site TrekCore.

That Which Survives is one of those forgettable cheese factory third season Star Trek episodes that you don’t really think much about because it’s bad, but not as bad as the worst of that season. There are bigger stinks masking this one.

But if you do get the chance to see it, pay attention to the dialog. The second Kirk, Bones, Sulu, and Guywhowilldie go missing Spock cranks the Bitchiness Factor up to eleven. By the end of the episode Scotty was begging to be shot out into space just so he wouldn’t have to keep putting up with Spock’s shit.

I do have a theory that he was trying out some Vulcan deadpan humor to put the crew at ease, but didn’t have the delivery down right. Or maybe he just missed his besties.

Screencap from the fabulous site TrekCore.

A roadside camera obscura along the Bay of Fundy in Nova Scotia. It seems to be poorly maintained, which makes sense given that it’s far off the main tourist roads and is located in a part of the province where the locals are probably several generations of the same family. I don’t normally post up multiple images at a time, but I think you can see why I needed to here.

I’d love to make one for myself one of these days.

For my first two years and final month in Japan I was sleeping on a futon. Once you hit a certain age, the distance from the futon to a standing position gets a bit too far for first thing in the morning and you crave the intermediate sitting position a bed gives you. 

And it’s embarrassing to have to crawl over to the wall and haul your creaking bones up like a drunk on a Sunday morning.

For my first two years and final month in Japan I was sleeping on a futon. Once you hit a certain age, the distance from the futon to a standing position gets a bit too far for first thing in the morning and you crave the intermediate sitting position a bed gives you.

And it’s embarrassing to have to crawl over to the wall and haul your creaking bones up like a drunk on a Sunday morning.