Grey, drizzly, dreary, chilly, all the y-words. We turned on the heat for the first time this season yesterday and were treated to that wonderfully autumnal scent of burning dust (ugh). The good thing is the rain and chill seems to have tamped down the mosquito population somewhat. Also I put fleece sheets on the guest bed and flannel sheets on the master, and they are both so nice and cozy (both beds have electric blankets too). (Don't @ me; I get cold at the drop of a hat.)

This is a very cool and amazing article from the Guardian -- Peter Jackson's movie project for the centenary of the end of WWI. He took original film footage and newsreels and basically DID MAGICAL THINGS with them. The trailer for the finished product is included in the article and has to be seen to be believed. They Shall Not Grow Old, article and film trailer.

I know it's only one day, but it was way too warm and way too humid today. :-P

Here are a few points:

1) I am reading Michael McDowell's haunted-house horror story The Elementals, which, I think somewhat unusually for a scary novel, is set on the Gulf Coast of Alabama. And while it may be an unusual setting, chiclets, this is ONE CREEPY TALE OMG. I am honestly getting some Stephen King The Shining vibes, where you can SEE something scary as shit coming up, and you want to read what it is and yet at the same time you don't. Hoo boy.

2) For a perfect illustration of the "Fuck you, I'm a goose" attitude, here is a little clip of some cows trying to scare a Canada goose. :D

3) Pretend there is a #3 here.

Three things make a post.

1) It is actually the last Sunday of July, so that's the way I'll look at it. Instead of just another day in an endless summer.

2) This is a terrifically cute little vid! Dog on the run with a GoPro. :D

3) In a gardening note, we seem to have a baby Tabasco plant volunteer growing in an old pot. Okay then.

Three things; post.

Just because I never noticed before how the piano notes at the very end sound like a birdsong.

And stop making sense.



Otherwise known as "David Byrne dances in his Big Suit." After so many years, still so brilliant.

So I was stumbling down memory lane last night, and I ran across this and I loved it so much all over again I had to rec it. Again. :D

Dog wanted out at three in the morning so I got up to let her out. There was a mockingbird singing. At 3 a.m. :D

In other sounds of joy, this is wonderful:



Sister Rosetta Tharpe at the old Wilbraham Road train station, in Manchester, England, April 1964.