Thursday, March 26, 2015

Yes, yes.

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I still live.  No problems, just the regular slow-down of late.  I felt a thump that says maybe, just maybe, I'm beginning to stir.  A cold spell... cool anyway... passed through.  Temps dropped, the sun went dark, and I slipped a little further down, in the net.  Still suspended above a major fall.  There is a difference.  My mind is still here, even if my body is down for some count or other.  Oh, well, I have been occupying it with the television series, Fringe, as well.

Fringe, so far, is a rather typically constructed modernist show.  I despise much of the attempts at mechanical false belief system.  The lead is a female (though the strings are obvious, and her pseudo trophy status), the lead (younger) male is a white-knighting putz of highly questionable intelligence, looking more like... a gamma?  With a trapped women (boss) who will sell enough to maintain lead and control?  Something.  I don't know the Game elements well enough, nor quite believe in them enough, to be sure.  But it's something ugly like that.  The lead scientist, however, and the general stories, along with the 'trust nothing and no one completely' attitude?  Yeah, that is why I am there.  The lead, the real one, might be more along my lines, he would just need a combat backing.  I do understand his... lack of empathy, or at least at one time.  And what he must go through to get past it.  Unfortunately, I believe, in the show, he is... trying to escape what he, at this time, clearly seems to know... on his more human side.  His other side?  It, as with me, will always be what it is.  I know these things, only went through the great pains and efforts to recollect my soul, or if I don't have one my rightness with...  What Is... to the point I am able.

I am hoping, through the seasons, it will improve.  Hard to tell, from my vantage, if it will or not.  Most likely not, with only five seasons.  It seems viewers will, or used to, put up with Hollywood leftism for a season or two.  If the shows smarten up and dump that stupidism, the series lasts longer.  If not, they go away.  Though, again, if they become a bit too honest, they go away as well.  Most people don't want to know what is difficult to reconcile with weak morality.  Most people want to be tweeners.  Many of those will go south quickly, so as not to have to change.  Most have the ears to hear, few wish to listen.  Time will tell where the show goes.

Today?  Not sure.  A neighbor stopped by to let me know that my fence-line is being moved.  I had allowed for those using my property to move it, on my authority, if that was right.  They want more ground for planting, and the thing is a bit off.  This neighbor informed me, since it involves his property, that he will be putting up a fence along his side, to keep his dog in.  While I am happy to be informed, this is no problem, or issue, for my part.  Good to see the neighbor, however.  Always good to see people are continuing to do well.  That is more of a concern to me than some line in the ground, one way or the other.  Oh, I am not completely aloof of mechanical, legal, and property concerns, they just aren't part of my personal life.  Just curiosities, for an monastic ogre.  :p

Hmm... some coffee... another episode or two, a shower and bath...  I finally took a shower/bath combo yesterday, but after a minor *cough* interruption of those.  Boy did I need it.  The fall became a bit more intense due to weather, is all.  I don't adjust well.  But, that just makes me want to shower again, again.  So I might.  Oh, music with coffee, then some shows, then reading.  If I can begin a teardown of the bathroom and kitchen, and get a load or two of laundry going, that would be all the better.  We'll (me and the bugs that help make me (us all) tick) see.  Yes, you ARE buggy.  And you should be glad for it.  They, unlike some, really do the work you wouldn't want to, and are wholly unable to, do.  Think about that the next time you... strike the thinker pose.  *grin*

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