Um, damn. I’m only forty-something, and I barely managed to dive out of bed this morning; I have nothing but admiration for this lady.
Sacramento had at least three UHF stations, back when I was a kid. I liked them better than the regular channels because they often showed fun garbage as opposed to high-brow stuff like Divorce Court, or PM Magazine. Anyway, I developed an affection for movies about giant monsters as a result.
The point is, Mothra is my favorite monster, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to be in the new Godzilla movie, but I don’t know how to feel about that. i suspect she’ll only get a cameo; for one thing, she’s a giant moth, and there’s no way to make that not look goofy. But mainly, she is the protector of Infant Island, and she only leaves the place when her handmaidens get kidnapped, and I’m not sure how much time the movie wants to spend on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere.
Or fuck it, they could just change everything, it’s only a movie. As stupid as it sounds though, I’m kind of invested in Mothra being done well.
Does anyone remember that song? Wait, never mind, it doesn’t matter.
The time of the year has come where I need to burn off some vacation time. Though my job is incredibly unimportant, and impossible to explain in any way that anyone would find interesting, on top of the pay being terrible, at least they will pay me to take a few days off, once a year.
So I’m stuck at home with lots of time to kill and I swear to god I have no idea what I’m doing. I used to just sit around and watch TV whenever I had some time off, but that was a long time ago, and TV is super fucking weird now. What is the modern passive form of entertainment these days? One that doesn’t cost assloads of money.
I have been quite down in the dumps lately, so maybe I’ll lean into that and just sleep through my vacation. Maybe then I won’t be such a down in the dumps, gloomy-gus over here. I’m guessing I haven’t been much fun to be around. Er, well less fun than usual, anyway.
At a certain point gallows humor goes from being a tolerable coping mechanism into being an extravagantly dour and thinly veiled argument for jumping off a bridge. Sorry about that. I will try to focus a little less on just how fucked we all are. Life is still worth living, probably.
At any rate, if I can manage to not convey my inner panic to the people around me in the real world, it should be easy enough to keep that shit under wraps on this blog.
“The new mandate will increase upfront costs of homebuilding, but should ultimately save homeowners money.” From: Most new California homes will have solar panels by 2020.| Slate
Aside from the fact that now’s a great time to be in the solar panel business, this might be good news for the planet, if this shit catches on. Or not, but let’s cross our fingers.
And, as the Boing Boing article says, this was played in Kyoto.
I’m not worried about the future of humanity. I don’t think it has one. But I’m happy to support projects like this, because I am also a fan of futile gestures. It’s the same reason that I think we should make every effort to mitigate the effects of climate change, even though it’s clear we are super, ultra-doomed.
PG&E has a lot to answer for, and I hope they are called to account for their bullshit. Of course if they’re held liable they’ll just raise their rates to make up for the money they’ll lose, but how else are they going to be punished? Regulators have already said they won’t let the company go bankrupt, and with that information in their back pocket, what’s stopping them from just not giving a shit?