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March Pieces Of My Mind #2
I stick my foot into waste paper baskets in public restrooms to compact the paper towels and keep them from ending up on the floor. In many ways I am a Christ-like figure. And also a neat freak.
Brexit referendum: the first one was narrowly won by old folks. It’s been several years. Maybe enough of them have died off to tip the scales even if nobody has changed their mind.
I’ve signed on to speak about castles at the Medieval Week in Visby. Gonna be fun!
Movie: Aniara. Mars colonist transport goes off course into the void with no manoeuvrability. People on-board try to keep themselves entertained. Good visuals, feel-bad movie. Grade: OK.
Ringing door bells for canvassing. Probably lucky that the Szatanik family weren’t at home.
Somebody told me that a school in my area risked becoming “radicalised”. Turned out what they meant was that there is social pressure on Muslim pupils there to respect religious authority and for the girls to wear the hijab. In other words, the school is becoming as “radical” as every conservative Catholic school around the planet.
Customers deserve their privacy, so I’m not mentioning her name. But a writer whose work I enjoyed a lot as a kid just ordered my Medieval castles book.
Movie: Border / Gräns. Customs officer with unusual powers learns why she has always felt like a misfit in this contemporary take on Scandinavian folklore. Grade: great!
Magpies making their quiet lilting spring noises, poking around in the garden pruning-basket for dry nest material.
As all Magic-the-Gathering players know, uthden means “dickless”. And in the excellent film “Border”, there is an actual Uthden Troll!
Every time I get a book of mine from the printers I have this fear that my house will burn down before any of the books are distributed. Getting to the finish line but not actually crossing it. My latest book arrived at my doorstep the Friday before last. Since then I’ve distributed 98 copies and moved 72 to separate storage with the publishers. That’s 43% of the total number. Phew!
Catsitting. That is, when I had breakfast the cat sat on me, across my shoulders. Funny little thing. ❤