Wet and cold and windy today in #Rakesden, so it seems apt that I should discover a couple of hellebores, I think, in Smolsneuk, just by the stumpery that's a big part of the winter garden.
Did some rootling around under the ferns there to check on the cyclamen. They seem to have died right back and gone into different stages of regrowth, one well on its way, another only just starting. The third is just root by the looks of it, but I guess that's just its cycle.
I've been trying to make sure the golden dead nettle doesn't weave itself into a mat over them, but I'm guessing / hoping they're fine as wintery woodlanders with being totally under the ferns this time of year. I want them back doing their thing this winter too.
Another wee ash seedling has been howked from a bed and potted. I literally just yanked it out a few days back because I couldn't get into the bed to dig it out with due care, but it seems unfussed so far. There's still two ash babies to come out, so if you want a baby tree...
A wee laburnum seedling has also been rehoused from a bed. This kid was rooted *deep* though! So it's gone in the tall pot the neighbour's jasmine was in. Will it survive the squirls though, being too tall for the high security wing of the nursery? Only time will tell!
Tried a cutting of the windfall honeysuckle up on the wall, cause I wanted to snip out the top growth anyway, encourage it to branch out. A wee bit snipped off to shorten the proper cutting had a pair of leaves, so figured I may as well stick it in the pot too, see what happens.
Realised what looked like part of the wee sweet alyssum was actually just a wildling, same as one in another pot, so its potted sibling has just gone out into the back lane with one I'm now sure is just a willowherb. Suspect the kid back left there is just willowherb too.
The serrated leaf edges on the one back right have me curious though, and the middle one *does* look like pics of red pepper seedlings as suggested by someone. We shall wait and see what transpires with both while the sweet alyssum is growing on.
Thought I'd try another experiment with a carnation rooting. The others are all in nice ceramic pots, so the one in plastic was top of the list to get snipped off and brought inside. We'll see if it survives or if this is premature.
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I need to go to fuckin bed now, like a normal person, but I may have Some Tweeting to do later about how I think I've inadvertently redeemed Ptolemy's bugfuck bonkers map of Scotland. Well, not *entirely*, but to a pretty significant extent for the Lowlands at least.
OK, so this is Ptolemy's map of Scotland. As you may notice, it's... a little wonky. Like WTAF levels of wonky, bent over at a 90º angle (and then some) like someone came at it from behind, stuck a knee in its back & snapped its frickin spine like a supersoldier getting creative.
It's absolutely batshit. You only have to look at it with the remotest idea of what Scotland looks like to think "wildly inaccurate."
BUT...
OK, so here's a good site with a translation of the textual instructions Ptolemy gave for drawing this madness: topostext.org/work.php?work_…
The message: take your civility centrism out to the desert, put a bullet in the back of its head & bury it in a shallow grave. "Decency" will not prevail when fascism's unleashed just because it's decency. Bourgeois propriety is exactly what the fascists are radicalised against.
Fascism is fuelled by ressentiment and related pathologies. Like narcissism (because arguably it *is* a mode of narcissism, narcissism on a societal level,) when challenged by realities you'd expect to make a reasonable person see reason, that shit just *powers the denial*.
More people didn't vote for Trump *despite* the shambolic shitshow he's made of the last four years. They voted for him--and I include in this *his murderous mishandling of Covid-19*--because of that. Because it causes *narcissistic injury* that makes them double down & lash out.
I hate the prequels, but I will consider them worth it for McGregor being given a chance to do Kenobi again but, fingers crossed, in a series with good stories & a proper Star Wars visual style. Like rough drafts I can bin from my memory, needed on the way to a finished product.
Him being ages with me, I find the tale of him making the lightsaber noises with his mouth during the fights just so identifiable with, & you can see the love he put into it. I've always been gutted for him that he got a childhood dream only to have it turn out... like it did.
All I want for Christmas 2021 is one nine episode season that sneakily divides into three distinct stories, three episodes per story, ideally with flashbacks woven through retelling the backstory so it functions as a covert reboot of the prequels.
If Sally wasn't a brunching centrist fuckin tool, she'd take her friend Bob aside & have a friendly fuckin word with him about him being a fascist. If she was anywhere near open enough to get through to him, you can 100% guarantee he'd break the friendship off, him being a cunt.
Sally, the establishment Dem, whenever anyone asks her pointedly about her friendship with fascist Bob:
"I think he's ready to go. I believe it now." Even if one extends Trump the most charitable reading--that the gobshite vpidly sought to posture a calming stance while not alienating the fash--it's worth saying that there's no way he'll back out of the leadership role he's now in.
I mean, it's a real fuckin stretch being that charitable, but I don't wanna underestimate just how much his narcissism can and does drive him to just speak without actual intent at all, without real thought, just opening his gob & spewing extemporized drivel that pushes buttons.
I can kinda imagine, tbh, that even as he was voicing his basic desire for his bootboys to await his command, he's so lacking in self-awareness he'd actually think this was him telling them to chill as required, just "cunningly" finding a way to say that while keeping them sweet.
All you really need to know, AFAIC, fiction-wise, practically speaking is past perfect versus simple past and the idea of "continuous" that gives us, like, simple present versus present continuous.
(In fiction, present continuous can read kinda floaty & distanced, which can be put to good effect, but because of that it gets used to slather a contrived air of import in lieu of actual effective import, & that can grow old as fast as every sentence being its own paragraph.)
The thing about continuous is that "is running" conjures a state whereas "runs" conjures an action, & if you conjure everything as a series of states, surprise surprise, all the action takes on a sort of static quality, a detached ruminative air as of a tableaux being mused upon.