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Whoopsy

Turns out that Her Majesty's birthday isn't a public holiday, after all. But I called the little darlings in as sick because we all stayed up way too late. Heheh.

One of the reasons we all stayed up late is two new television shows [the other was the whole concept of today being a holiday] - Preacher and Cleverman.

Both are interesting shows with a premise good enough to latch on to my curiosity, but they are really, really different. And it's not just a difference in nationality and production values, oh no.

It goes deeper than the American Preacher versus the Australian Cleverman.

Cleverman is the first TV show since The Nargun and the Stars to feature Native Australian mythology. As in 'at all'. There's heavier native involvement in this one, and I think this was made by Native Australians. There's certainly a lot of them in the cast and I am very, very happy about that.

Bran Nue Day was the last time I saw anything with a solidly Native Australian cast, to the point where there was (maybe) one whitefella in the entire thing. These are people that have been living in this country longer than recorded history. It's only fair that they get more presence in our media. I could go on about this, but I want to get to the point.

Cleverman takes some common myths amongst Native Australians[I'm assuming, here, because white Australia doesn't get much ready access to Native Australian culture and mythology. For all I know, the Hairy People are a made-up thing] and turns them into a speculative reality. And then they take that reality and use it to magnify the really shitty things that whitefellas have been doing to Native Australians pretty much since Captain Cook took a good look around Botany Bay.

Of course the whitefellas in charge would round up the Hairy People and stick them in third-world conditions. They've done that already to the Native Peoples. Of course whitefellas would classify the Hairy People as "sub-human". They've done already done that to the Native Peoples1. Of course whitefellas would routinely arrest the Hairy People just for existing, disrupt their families and otherwise be arseholes. They've already done that to the Native Peoples.

Whatever atrocity you see happening to the Hairy People? White Australia either already did that, or did something that looks a hell of a lot like it. And it isn't swept under the rug, glossed over, or sugar coated. It's right out there in all its ugly glory.

Including an antihero who has been shown betraying the Hairy People within the first twenty minutes of the first episode. He is in the process of becoming the Cleverman. A living conduit between the Dreaming and what we consider the real world. A leader of his people, a force for peace, and some kind of spirit negotiator.

I've only seen two episodes, but I'm into this one until the end.

Now let's have a look at Preacher by way of comparison. It obviously has a bigger budget. In the first episode, it zips all around the world, back and forth in time, and is otherwise supposed to confuse and titillate.

A cosmic force comes to earth and explodes more than a few heads of churches [including Tom Cruise lol] before settling on our main antihero, a semi-failure of a preacher with a Checkered Past(tm). The cosmic force works through his voice and he can tell people what to do. Alas, his gift tends to be obeyed rather literally.

Both are shows with a supernatural element. Both are shows which involve religious myth.

The difference lies in diversity. Preacher used its first ten minutes to show a host of Africans gathered in a shanty church2 before he is literally struck by the cosmic power [holy spirit?] and then explodes.

After that establishing display, Preacher remains pretty much all white, all the time. Even the romantic-foil dangerous lady, Tulip, passes the Paper Bag test. Native Americans barely get any screen time at all, appropriation of their culture is seen as a benevolent thing, and something that must be upheld. And, tellingly, the Native Americans barely get any lines.

It's all about The White Guy, his Checkered Past(tm) and the Dangerous Lady(tm) who's calling him to adventure. And there's a vampire who's escaping hunters, and I swear I saw a cameo by the guy who played Thick Kevin in The Boat That Rocked.

But I can already see the shape of it. Antihero Preacher and his Dangerous Lady plus the Comic Relief (vampire) realise that the preacher has FANTASTIC POWERS and take their act on the road. Possibly after wreaking absolute havok in the little town in the middle of nowhere. There will be will-they-won't-they plus a generous helping of how-do-they-notice-he's-not-a-vampire.

Mixed, of course, with loads of ludicrous fight scenes and loads of cartoonish gore.

I find it interesting that Tulip's big, badass fight scene against a firkin helicopter and some big, badass dudes with a homemade bazooka3... that was censored when the guys got to roll around in gore and blood and broken bones right there on the screen.

With the guys, you get to see innards, you see buckets of blood. You see spatter and hear broken bones all over the place. When Tulip gets in a fight? You get to see very little gore and an extended shot of two random (white) kids listening to the explosions and gunshots outside of their storm cellar.

That's an unfair imbalance that I hope does not continue throughout the series. But -hey- this is American media. Unfair is just the way it goes.

Odds are that I will get thoroughly sick of Preacher and the shenanigans therein. Odds are also in favour of Cleverman being cancelled because it is so new and strange and scary to white Australia. Catch it while you can.

  1. Point of fact, it wasn't until the latter half of the 20th century that we had to hold a referendum to acknowledge the Native Peoples as human. Sometimes, people of my skin disgust me.

  2. Just... why is Africa always shown as "brown people living in shanty/slums? It is not a monolith. There are some very nice churches in Africa. Stop telling us that the entire nation is a firkin shanty town FFS.

  3. Do NOT try this at home, kids. The creation of tin cans and duct tape was more likely to blow Tulip's head off than a helicopter up.

Ah, long weekends

Her Majesty is having her official birthday on Monday, which means most of the house gets an extra day to slack off and do not very much at all. I still have to fulfil some of my daily duties - adding to my novel and the daily story. And I plan on making at least three earrings before Monday is done.

"Plan". Ha. That's a good word. I planned to finish up making all my earring cards, yesterday. Factorio happened, and then

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Another lovely slow day

It's half-past ten, and I am still in my pyjamas. I have yet to have breakfast and a majority of my morning has been taken up with snuggling and Factorio and it has been GLORIOUS.

Heck, I just spent half an hour fine-tuning some mining and refining set-ups.

Later on, I shall be cutting, scoring, and piercing all the purple-on-white earring cards for my anticipated ventures. Then I shall have just enough cards for all the earrings I can make with all

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TGIF?

Mayhem's sick enough to throw up. Chaos has a persistent cough. I have a lingering, gluey sensation in the back of my throat that means more firkin bronchial casts are destined to make my life hellish.

Ah, winter. Where are these alleged charms that people keep honking about?

My plns for a Kigurumi are on hold. Unless I want to go to the local shops and choose from their alleged range. Which is something that will happen towards the end of NEXT

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Kigurumi!

It's probably Japanese for "Let's make white people look like absolute lunatics" and I don't care. What they are is grown-up sized onesie pyjamas in a variety of "funny animal" styles and I want all of them.

Some folks have taken to wearing them out in public and I can kind of see why. They are so cool! And they promise to be lovely and toasty warm, which is a thing that everyone in winter needs.

I can see the appeal for

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Finally, mostly prepared

I have a nice set of gloves, now. And two pairs of socks to wear in my boots. And enough ginger ale to float a boat.

I should finally be able to shake these winter sniffles and ride out the rest of the cold season in relative comfort. Should.

Except that it's this bloody cold at the beginning of the season and I'm already entertaining thoughts of thermal underwear. I need to find all my polyester stuff because it's freaking perfect for

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It's fixed!

My car is up and able again and I now have emergency assistance. It became a thing somewhere between the time I go the car and months later, when I finally got a service.

I also had the biggest comedy of errors that anyone could hope to avoid. First - Beloved insisted I take the kids to school. On the one day that I definitely had Other Plans. Then, the car wouldn't start. So I had to nick Beloved's car while the

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This is why I need to be mobile

I'm taking my car in for a service, today. They usually occupy most of my frelling time. All day. Spinning my wheels. Followed by a mad rush in the evening to get my work, dinner, and kids done for the day.

Not today! For I have a fully-operational laptop and all my important documents in my Google Docs folder. Yay. I just have to make sure they're "fresh" before I set off.

Which means crossing the house, opening the lappy, refreshing every

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Wish me luck

The rains of last night have buggered off and it's looking like it's going to be a lovely, sunny day. And today, Beloved is home, so I finally have a chance to edit KFZ and start trawling for agents.

New York is the place to look, apparently. Those are the agents with the global scope and reach.

Beloved's focus will be on making a thing to hold a pen so we can print out those earring cards at firkin last. But I

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Good morning

Once again, my fucked-up sleep cycle strikes in the wee small hours. I plan to use it to my advantage, though. You all get your instant story ahead of time, and I get a day of luxurious loafing.

The only downside for me is that I'll have to update my master files when I finally exit my bedroom. Yay for laptops, boo for non-cloud files.

Pretty sure the Google editor does rich text and not plain text. That could plausibly fuck up

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*Determination*

I am going to make something today. I am done with sorting the cabochons. The only pile of unsorted beads I have is a baggie of random reds, and I am not touching those until I have done. One. Firkin. PAIR.

I am going to make earrings until I am sick of it, or I have sample examples of each of my pride flag earrings firkin DONE. Whichever happens first.

Then, and only then, will I indulge my OCD aspect and sort

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Snafu^3

My best laid plans haven't just gone agley. They're flapping in the breeze. Pissing into the wind. Whistling Dixie.

Inertia is my enemy. I fucking hate it. And I really despise it when the object at rest happens to be people I need to do things for my. My skill set is limited. My ideas of design are either (a) antiquated, (b) fucking ugly, or (c) both. This is why I handed a concept sketch to Beloved for the EGDB logo instead

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Plus la Change, Plus la Meme Chose

Another book, another routine. Another chain of illogic to boggle your average nypical. It goes a little something like this:

  1. Hand-writing things may be permanently portable, but transcribing it to legible text just slows me down because (a) I'm the only person who can read my handwriting (b) I can't afford to hire someone who can read my handwriting and (c) I end up reading what I've written more than typing in the thing.
  2. It really is quicker and easier for me
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Attack of the Lurgi

Of course, once winter comes, so too do the winter colds. Both my little darlings are home for a couple of days and I am beginning to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous procrastination.

Of course, delaying at writing means that I spend less time working on sorting all my beads. Now that I have a new supply of dime bags [I should really stop calling them that. Besides, my new lot are half the size of your traditional Suspicious White

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Winter has hit

I know it's not officially winter yet, but you can't fool my bod. All the signs are here. It's dark in the morning. The incidences of Lurgi are increasing. I need a jumper and a huge box of tissues in the morning... and the heater is staying on without anyone wanting to turn it off.

It's very hard to get out of bed in the AM.

I've removed the non-helpful insole from my boots, and that has been very helpful in getting

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