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This is definitely an apocalypse. Global pandemic. Global warming. Plagues of billionaires. California is on fire. America is tearing itself in half while the Orange Menace sets about blatantly stealing the next election. The UK has vanished up its own Tory-privileged arsepipe. And, oh, yes, Cape Town had an earthquake. Just a little one, offshore about 2000kms south of us, but I was lying in bed reading Witcher fanfic at about a quarter to nine last night, and thought, odd if that's thunder, it's barely raining. Long, distant rumble, either thunder or someone starting a bad-tempered Harley Davidson somewhere offstage. Other Capetonians reported feeling actual vibrations, but I didn't, and the cats barely noticed. It seems fitting for 2020, frankly. At this stage I wouldn't feel particularly surprised at an alien invasion or a meteor strike.
My current movie diet is alternating wildly between disaster movies and the entire Studio Ghibli back catalogue. (For the record: The Cat Returns is weird.) And my reading and gaming habit has retreated firmly into fae realms and is refusing to leave. Amalur is beautiful and consoling, while still allowing me to beat up monsters and baddies to a satisfying extent. Toby Daye, the Seanan McGuire series, is considerably darker but still pleasantly distracting, and every time I grab another in the series off Kindle I am pleasantly conscious that I am feeding Seanan's cats. Finally, in the Department of Musical Hypterfixation, The Amazing Devil are, what, alt-folk? progressive folk? at any rate, occasionally a bit hit-and miss, but when they miss are only mildly pretentious (the curse of prog anything), and when they hit, are sumptuous, textured, catchy, emotionally throat-punchy and lyrically both witty and real. I am constitutionally incapable of listening to "Wild Blue Yonder" only once, if this was old school that bit of the cassette tape would be all stretchy and worn.
My current movie diet is alternating wildly between disaster movies and the entire Studio Ghibli back catalogue. (For the record: The Cat Returns is weird.) And my reading and gaming habit has retreated firmly into fae realms and is refusing to leave. Amalur is beautiful and consoling, while still allowing me to beat up monsters and baddies to a satisfying extent. Toby Daye, the Seanan McGuire series, is considerably darker but still pleasantly distracting, and every time I grab another in the series off Kindle I am pleasantly conscious that I am feeding Seanan's cats. Finally, in the Department of Musical Hypterfixation, The Amazing Devil are, what, alt-folk? progressive folk? at any rate, occasionally a bit hit-and miss, but when they miss are only mildly pretentious (the curse of prog anything), and when they hit, are sumptuous, textured, catchy, emotionally throat-punchy and lyrically both witty and real. I am constitutionally incapable of listening to "Wild Blue Yonder" only once, if this was old school that bit of the cassette tape would be all stretchy and worn.
