2/3/2024

On Friday night I went out for hibachi with Leah then we watched Poor Things. Poor Things is an odd movie with an interesting plot.

It's 2½ hours long and the film didn't begin showing until 10 p.m.-ish, just be forewarned if you head out to watch it.

To not spoil the story, Poor Things can be considered a cousin of Frankenstein along with a political message learned by the protagonist and the audience. When I said the film is odd, that's an understatement because it's downright weird. Plus it's really not for kids with all the sex going on. The protagonist winds up working in a Parisian brothel, for example.

One thing I know about myself is when the days begin to grow short, I tend to get depressed and crazy. Over the past two weeks when I found myself driving in the dark, I'll have echoes of having to drive back to Jackson and return to that shitty situation.

It was a fine evening out.

#temper

With her birthday a few days away, Citizen Davis spent his afternoon going stall to stall in the Zócalo until he spied it.
A clear cylinder containing the light of a planet's final sunset with a smattering of dust before being demolished for a 'hedron. A moment captured for posterity shifting from carmine to amaranthine to ultramarine with dust caught in the ghost of some long-ago breeze.

The proprietor, encased in an encounter suit with a mirror finish, turned to Isaac, "You find aesthetic pleasure with this object?"
Citizen Davis looked up from the curio, "Oh my yes. How much?"
"First, human. Is object becoming yours?"
"No, it's for my girlfriend's first birthday."
The trio of sensors glowed green, "A pedophile? Please wait while I summ..."
"No, no, no. See, she's a..." Isaac trilled the culturally appropriate term for the Krink. "...and tomorrow is when she came out of her crecheanthemum. I wanted to celebrate that with her. These colors remind me of her skin and th..."
The proprietor interrupted, "A monkey and a toad?" then played an amcient Earth laugh track.
Citizen Davis shrugged, "The heart knows what the heart wants" placing the cylinder on the counter, "How much?"

"Forty thousand."

Citizen Davis blanched, "These are usually fifty credits!"
"Human tax." The alien made a show of scanning Isaac. "You will break it anyway, angry mon-kay. You pay fifty thousand and I throw in a banana. Maybe you would prefer a meson pistol instead? Cycle the airlock on Deck 7 and tell them Violet 1729 sent you."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his thick glasses next to the moment.
"Very rare object. Unknown ancient world. And you want to buy so you can have coitus with your fro..." Citizen Davis grabbed the alien, brow furrowed, his knuckles white around what he presumed were shoulders.
"Listen you. I don't know what's lurking under there but you are an asshole." Sweat beaded on his forehead, "Drop dead. I hope someone pisses in your scrubber." He grabbed his glasses and began walking away.

The crowd gave Citizen Davis a wide berth. Mr. Encounter Suit said, "Now this is yours, free" raising the moment. "Holo of human losing #temper sell for good price!"
Isaac gave an ancient Terran gesture of disparagement over his shoulder, "Now a very good price! You may take two!" It opened a case revealing 119 more.
But Citizen Davis was gone.