No unwrapping. Just recapping.
Dec. 25th, 2021 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogNobody came for Christmas here today- neither by the door nor the chimney. Nobody left, either, unless you count one walk with the dog and her multiple backyard visits. When Santa made his annual firetruck run around our block yesterday, Pepper stood on the back of the sofa and growled at him. By nightfall, though, she was asleep on that bed, as visions of kitty fur danced in her head:
Though she and her brethren insisted on their usual morning feeding, they all let me get back to sleep after that and I stayed there until the unheard-of time of almost nine. The Christmas Eve snow was all washed away, but we got a walk in while the rain let up. The highlight was her coming nose to, um,
whatever that is below the goggles of this Minionish elf.
The lowlight was around the corner from him, where we realized that the sirens we'd heard close by during the walk were not Santa taking another run around the block. Rather, we passed a full contingent of fire, cop and ambulance vehicles out in front of a near-the-Minion's house, and a stretcher was on the lawn, with nobody moving particularly fast. We hope it wasn't somebody's grandsomebody who passed on Christmas morning and will cause them bad memories of this day in the future.
DEATH does remain an increasingly popular visitor to those you know as you get older. My only vocal interaction today with anyone other than Eleanor and the animals was with my sister, who called in between various holiday outings. She'd left word a while back of the death, earlier this month, of a Binghamton cardiologist she'd worked for back when I lived near there and who I met many times. I finally tracked down his obituary today; "Doctor Sam" was a caring soul who spent a dozen years in the clutches of Alzheimers before his final passing.
Yet let us not forget the symbolism of new birth that comes with this annual holiday.
Born of a human mother, his many words and deeds revealed the true nature of his parentage from the heavens above.
He performed many miracles and the crowds marveled what could be done by the mere laying on of his hands.
His death and resurrection became an inspiration to all of his generation…
and of all the Next Generations.
Merry Spockmas. Live long and prosper.
----
Our afternoon film was a Netflix just-release titled Don't Look Up. Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence try to Follow The Science, while a very Trump-in-Heelsy President played by Meryl Streep seems more determined to follow the votes, or the money, or the vapidness of the current generation of media. It's about a killer comet about to strike the earth, except that it's more about much realer and scientific threats to our world that about half our population wants to ignore or deny. The A-list supporting cast, many uncredited, is also top-rate. Take the message of Dr. Strangelove, work in the casting and cinematography of Thick of It/In the Loop, and throw in some moments of Network and you've got this. It's over two hours long, putting it into current Marvel movie territory, but it doesn't require sitting in a badly ventilated cinema with potentially infected COVIDiots, so that alone recommends it. Until recent days, I'd thought about checking out the only-in-theater release of the latest Spider Man film, but with the Greek Letter Chorus now putting out a new variant at every turn, I really don't want to go out anywhere I don't have to.
----
But I will start posting year end things. Probably tomorrow.
Though she and her brethren insisted on their usual morning feeding, they all let me get back to sleep after that and I stayed there until the unheard-of time of almost nine. The Christmas Eve snow was all washed away, but we got a walk in while the rain let up. The highlight was her coming nose to, um,
whatever that is below the goggles of this Minionish elf.
The lowlight was around the corner from him, where we realized that the sirens we'd heard close by during the walk were not Santa taking another run around the block. Rather, we passed a full contingent of fire, cop and ambulance vehicles out in front of a near-the-Minion's house, and a stretcher was on the lawn, with nobody moving particularly fast. We hope it wasn't somebody's grandsomebody who passed on Christmas morning and will cause them bad memories of this day in the future.
DEATH does remain an increasingly popular visitor to those you know as you get older. My only vocal interaction today with anyone other than Eleanor and the animals was with my sister, who called in between various holiday outings. She'd left word a while back of the death, earlier this month, of a Binghamton cardiologist she'd worked for back when I lived near there and who I met many times. I finally tracked down his obituary today; "Doctor Sam" was a caring soul who spent a dozen years in the clutches of Alzheimers before his final passing.
Yet let us not forget the symbolism of new birth that comes with this annual holiday.
Born of a human mother, his many words and deeds revealed the true nature of his parentage from the heavens above.
He performed many miracles and the crowds marveled what could be done by the mere laying on of his hands.
His death and resurrection became an inspiration to all of his generation…
and of all the Next Generations.
Merry Spockmas. Live long and prosper.
----
Our afternoon film was a Netflix just-release titled Don't Look Up. Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence try to Follow The Science, while a very Trump-in-Heelsy President played by Meryl Streep seems more determined to follow the votes, or the money, or the vapidness of the current generation of media. It's about a killer comet about to strike the earth, except that it's more about much realer and scientific threats to our world that about half our population wants to ignore or deny. The A-list supporting cast, many uncredited, is also top-rate. Take the message of Dr. Strangelove, work in the casting and cinematography of Thick of It/In the Loop, and throw in some moments of Network and you've got this. It's over two hours long, putting it into current Marvel movie territory, but it doesn't require sitting in a badly ventilated cinema with potentially infected COVIDiots, so that alone recommends it. Until recent days, I'd thought about checking out the only-in-theater release of the latest Spider Man film, but with the Greek Letter Chorus now putting out a new variant at every turn, I really don't want to go out anywhere I don't have to.
----
But I will start posting year end things. Probably tomorrow.