Happy birthday to one of my favorite authors, Kathe Koja.
There's still snot. I sound like Froggy from the Our Gang films. I get weak easily. But I've come through the worst of whatever that was. I need a bath. I feel like I need to burn all the bedding and the clothes I wore while I was sick. I have that urge.
I need to begin the Dancy Flammarion story I put on hold in December. I've lost a week, almost.
Yesterday, I managed to sit here from about 10 a.m. until about 4:30 p.m., and then I got woozy again and spent most of the evening on my back. But, you know, not in a fun way.
Last night, we watched The Purge: Anarchy (2014). And, yeah, it's better than the first film, but it's still reaching for something that is clearly out of James DeMonaco's reach. This is not really an awful movie, but it is, at best, soundly mediocre. A better filmmaker could have done something much more interesting with this concept. The second film does take much greater steps to show us the America of the Purge, which is one of the major improvements. And the protagonists are a bit more human. And there's Michael K. Williams, even if there's too little of him.
Okay, I gotta go figure out what's what. I have photos, below, behind the cut, snow and Hubero in a puzzle box.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,