On the DEWLine 2.0: Dwight Williams

Two job applications filed today.

More on other topics tomorrow.

One of our next-door neighbours has two cats as part of the household. One of which likes to sneak under the fence - or over it - and into our yard to hunt. Today, Peanut wasn't about hunting. She was about shedding. And she was noisy about demanding the use of my pant legs as shedding posts.

Yes, the same cat as documented here.

- job search chores
- city council transit committee meeting broadcast via YouTube
- house chores
- walking exercise
- voting in the federal election
- other activities TBDL

The bird-feeder hanging in the back yard is getting business. Squirrels are running this way and that, up and down tree branches and across the yards, front and back. At least one cat per month on average is getting the attention that requires "Missing" posters being taped onto community mailboxes. I've got a follow-up dental appointment tomorrow, and probably one more day of data entry work to finish after that's done. Also, I need to talk with my CPAP machine supplier about paperwork I believe I should have signed by now. The job search continues. This afternoon, ByMUG has a Zoom meeting for me to be part of.

Meantime, I have compression socks to take out of the wash to air-dry.

Yes, I just saw the reports on Variety and THR, and some discussion on TrekBBS.

Perhaps this isn't the surprise that I first thought.

Between the spinal injuries on the set, the allergic reactions to costume-related make-up, the similar and more permanent injury of a production assistant on location, the constant abuse from toxic "fans" that she's certainly been dealing with, whether the abuse is because she's "out" or because her character is...and then, there's the simple fact of the "60-80 hour work weeks 9 months a year in the Vancouver rain" before any of the rest of that gets factored in.

Whatever the reasons for her choice, I hope Ruby Rose has a good life, that she lives long and prospers with peace of mind and heart through it all. Thank you for your performances. You brought joy and wonder, danger and excitement, and a set of ideals behind it all. Thank you for taking this chance.

To whoever's next up to wear that cape and wig and ride those motorcycles: whoever you are, I look forward to seeing you do your best with the people around you on both sides of the camera. I hope you find your own joy and wonder in this work in progress, and that it will keep you around for the long term. And I thank you for taking this chance.

It costs money to live.
It costs money to earn a living.
It costs money to look for work.
It costs money to live while looking for work.
It costs money to learn a skill, a trade, a profession.
And to live while learning...

Maybe that Mincome/Basic Annual Income isn't a ridiculous idea?

We finally got more snow last night and tonight. Whether it stays on the ground this time is highly probable according to Environment Canada. So I'll expect it to do so with more snow to keep it company on the way over the next few days.

I took a test conducted by a prospective employer yesterday. Whether I did well enough to be kept on as a candidate is uncertain at the moment.

Tomorrow, I go back to normal job-hunting, researching assorted personal projects, worrying about whether or not I still live in an independent country, gossiping with assorted friends about pop culture and some of the less dire elements of modern politics, and so on.

Is anything like this project in Vancouver happening elsewhere in the world?

Taken from an e-mail to a friend:

Today was something different. Instead of going to the Hill like most of the rest today, I decided to go to Quincy and Ogilvie in the Beacon Hill neighbourhood to pick up where I left off on my walking tour of the riverfront bike pathways.

I did manage to get from there to the Aviation Museum. On foot. With a side trip to the yacht club and flying club uphill from there at Rockcliffe Airport. Took me about an hour or more on foot. Took pictures, too, some of which I hope to post at Flickr someday.

My stomach's been making me pay a bit for it in the last few hours since then, though. A sense of bloat, with a mild side of pain that comes and goes. Maybe I shouldn't have punctuated the walking trip with a sudden dose of chocolate milk wolfed down in a minute, hm?

Still, it was a good trip. I saw parts of town I'd never seen before. Got a better sense of the scale of the city. Of the wilderness refuges right in the middle of it, preserved in spite of everything.

Worth it.

I'm about 20% done on the pencils for Local Hero # 3 as I write this, and there's more. I'm about to head back to an old day-job in office work for the next few months. Which usually means a bit of a production slowdown, as in years past. Not an ideal situation, obviously, but bills have to be paid down or paid off. And some of those just don't go away no matter what you're doing to earn your pay.

Meantime, Doug Drexler reminded me of something important: the value of persistence and enthusiasm. Go take a look at that article. Then start rummaging around a while if you've got the time. Even if you're not a Trek or Galactica fan(both of which he's worked on, and I expect he'll be on staff for Caprica as well), I think you'll find stuff worth sticking around for.