Saturday, December 1, 2018

Pierwalker Log: December 1, 2018

Writing start: 10:26 A.M.
Finish: 2:25 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 0

Tasks

1. Failure: Off till Wednesday

2. Book Three Melody: Off till 12/13

3. Ant Story: Off

4. Fractalverse: Off till Wednesday

5. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off till Monday

6. Dread Pirate Roberts: Off

7. Rapscallion: 500 new words
Notes: Finally! The last time I started a chapter in this project was almost two years ago!

8. Gilligan: Off till Tuesday

Special: Work on Book Three illustration--"Becoming"

Extra notes: Kye and I saw, for the second time, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald. We tried going last Friday, but the show had sold out. We were hoping it would still be at Brookings' only theatre--a very lovely venue--and it was.

The movie doesn't focus on just one grotesque evil, which most do. No, we have the villain, Grindelwald, but we also have the fascists working at the various Ministries of Magic, ever eager to oppress and suppress the citizenry ostensibly in the face of the threat he represents. Which one is ultimately worse remains in doubt, just as it did in the original Harry Potter series.

I've said it many times before, and I'll say it again: great evil is always corporate. It requires many people to make evil great (as in overwhelming or large, not good), be it Ministries of Magic or Death Eaters or Maniacal Pure Bloods or the willful looking away of the populace to the atrocities the participants are willing to commit for whatever reason they're willing to commit them. In my fifteen-minutes-later imagination, Dolores Umbridge is serving multiple life sentences in Azkaban, as is every Death Eater not killed in action who fought alongside Voldemort.

I have decided that I'm going to get two tattoos in the next year, both of them aecxes from Melody and the Pier to Forever. If you knew me, you'd know what a big deal that is.

I wear a pendant and I have a gold hoop in my left ear, one that I got way back in 1999. I've never liked "body art," mostly because it too is almost always corporate--a rose or a raven or "Momma" or an anchor or tiger or ... you get the picture. Rearrange them any way you want, warp them or whatever, but they're still corporate art inked into your person. That's been, and always will be, distasteful to me.

Almost no one on this planet knows what "aecxes" are. They are sigils that have come to me via the story, and are thus completely unique. They aren't corporate art.

Brookings apparently has a top-shelf tattoo artist, so I think the time is right. I'll let you know how it's going.

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