More Monday Movie Madness

I had made a promise not to post negative things. This has only resulted in silence from my end. That says a lot about a lot. But in the words of the artist Bill Alexander “without the dark there can be no light”, so let’s slip into a dark room and watch some flickering light on the silver screen.

Or to put it less poetically, watching movies is a distraction from the bad things going on.

However, this is not about a specific movie but rather a collection of them. A collection that was eliminated in a big patch of life’s darkness known to me as The Great Disaster of 2024. Or when my entire collection burned up along with everything else I’ve ever owned.

They tell you that after such an event you must rebuild your life, although I’ve yet to figure out why this is so. Anyway, I dutifully went about trying to acquire some of the replaceable items that had been lost.

Such as the movies.

This has been hindered by a few uncontrollable factors, starting with my bad memory. Step One being to make a list of all the DVDs I had, so there’d be something to reference when searching for replacements. I’ve almost finished that, I think. Just when I believe it’s complete another neuron gets fired and another title gets added. The latest was yesterday, when something reminded me of something that reminded me of something else that resulted in “Fat Man and Little Boy” being added to the list.

“Sorry, Inigo; I didn’t mean to jog him so hard.”

Anyway, the list grew a little longer. It had been written down in random order as titles came to mind, and I did re-organize it in simple alphabetical order so it would be easy to reference when I came upon a question as to whether or not some work of cinematic art had already been included.

In case you’re wondering, it’s over 70 titles. Not including the TV series listings which are separate, nor the films I had managed to find. That’s a lot of films, and at today’s prices …

Ah, there we have the second problem: inflation. Currently running between 3 and 300,000 percent in Canada, depending on what you’re looking to buy. Most of the DVDs I had before were purchased for around $10. Some were less, some were more. Whereas when you go hunting for film these days the price generally is around double to triple that amount.

In the words of the late, great economist Lester Thurow: “Inflation is self-correcting, given an educated consumer.” In other words, if people won’t pay stupid prices other people can’t charge stupid prices. (I may have over-simplified that.) Another way of explaining it is that I have a limited budget due to living on a fixed retirement income and needing to concentrate financial resources on more essential goods like food rather than entertainment.

Also, I’m a cheapskate.

Nevertheless I have managed to acquire some of the DVDs I’ve been looking for. But there’s still over 70 left to go. According to some rough and inaccurate calculations, this means I must have about 30-40 in the cupboard now. Let me check.

Forty-two. That seems appropriate, and means I’m doing better than I thought.

Obviously given these constraints I am prioritizing certain titles over others, because there are some I’m more fond of for whatever reason. This can include how entertaining they are, how visually spectacular they are, or just because they have a certain personal significance (like the first movie I ever saw at a drive-in, which manages to fulfil all the categories. You can guess what it is. I have yet to get it replaced.)

The worst example of the inflation issue is a certain sci-fi miniseries which I’m sure I had purchased for under $20 and now can only be found (so far) for $100 more than that.

By the way, Yangtze.com isn’t much help anymore as they seem to have set their sites on selling you single views of programming rather than a physical disc you can watch as much as you like. More profit for them, see?

Did I mention there were three problems with rebuilding the collection? I may have; can’t remember so many paragraphs ago.

The third difficulty is a big one: you can’t get it at any price. Admittedly some of the titles I had in my collection were difficult to obtain even however-many years ago I did, but that “unavailable” description has expanded considerably since then. I expect the main driving force of this is an assumed “lack of interest” in the title, making it not worthwhile to stamp out a few more copies. Another factor is probably an attempt to promote dreadful remakes over the originally successful films. In some cases a single copy of the first version costs more than if you buy it with the ‘updated’ release, meaning they are essentially paying you to haul away a copy of the remake because they know it’s that bad.

Before anyone suggests I can find these lost treasures on fleaBay, let me just point out that I (along with many others) was banned from that disreputable site for no stated reason and they won’t discuss it. Since I couldn’t afford a lawyer for the much-needed class-action lawsuit which they so richly deserve, I just don’t bother with them. If a web site is going to be crap, I’m going to be elsewhere: I don’t need to give idiots my money.

Now I’m not sure if this post is light or dark or some mixture of the two. Perhaps it is 18% reflective grey. Perhaps it is just somewhat cathartic for me. If it’s bothersome for you, sorry. It’s only meant to be a temporary distraction. (I’m not even going to re-read it before posting to correct the numerous mistakes and wavering train of thought.)

And it snowed and it snowed and it snowed!

On December 24, 2025 it snowed here. About 5cm (4in). Lightweight stuff. No worries. Also no immediate need to clear it as I wasn’t going anywhere anyway and … more snow was predicted. Why shovel twice when you only need to do it once?

Snow.

On Friday, December 26 2025, it snowed some more. No worries as I still didn’t need to go anywhere. Besides, the following day it was bright and sunny and … minus twenty-six Celsius (-15 Fahrenheit). No one goes out to shovel in that kind of cold unless they have no choice. Anyway, it was going to snow again Sunday.

Doot, doot, doot; lookin’ out my backdoor.

Which it didn’t. But it did ‘warm up’ to -8C (18F) so I made an effort. The usual “half-hour of shovelling followed by an hour of rest” procedure. And fifteen minutes more after that before I gave up for the day. It was supposed to snow overnight, but nothing major. Jojo is good in snow, but not in half a foot of it. I mean you have to be reasonable about such things.

Jojo wearing her new winter coat.

So today I went out at 9:00 AM and -7C (19F) and finished shovelling. Another half an hour and the driveway was good enough. (On a whim I checked my heart rate during this exercise: 154. Not sure if that’s good or bad.)

Of course before I finished it started snowing again.

But it’s not expected to amount to much and the next threat isn’t due until next Thursday. I think I can manage. Maybe buy a snowblower for next Winter. Before it starts to snow.

qwertyuiop?

How do you disguise a dromedary?*

Basic Biscuit

(This can be adapted to be the basis for several different recipes.)

1 cup of flour

1 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp of (kosher) salt

That’s your base mix. To turn it into something else you add different ingredients. Such as this biscuit formula:

1 tablespoon of brown sugar (this is an unusual departure from standard biscuits or scones, but I like it)

Mix the dry ingredients together, then blend in 1/8 cup of hard margarine (or butter if you can tolerate it). Add water as needed to make the dough mixture workable but not too stiff or loose (about 1/2 cup).

Flatten on to a baking pan covered with parchment paper and cut into smaller pieces (4-6 depending on what size you like). Bake at 450F until done – about 20 minutes.

You can do other things with the basic mix, such as adding egg to make a meat/fish batter or yeast to make ‘English’ muffins (crumpets). Of course it’s not quite as simple as that, but have you ever noticed how every recipe on the Internet is ‘the best’ for … whatever? Right. You can only read what’s out there – and then adapt to your tastes.

*You camel-flage it.

Friday it snowed

About six inches of cold and fluffy. Not exactly a good thing. Still a little shy on those.

Naturally this means I spent Saturday shovelling. That wasn’t fun either. Half hour of shovelling, an hour of rest. Fifteen minutes of shovelling, an hour and a half of rest. Et cetera. Pretty much used up the day.

After the first half hour. Hard to see the difference.

It warmed up above freezing, so what’s left has been melting. Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain, and then … go below freezing again. That means ice everywhere.

Taken this morning. Phone camera seems to have failed. Still hard to see the difference.

Oh, also the area has been cut off from the Lower Mainland due to flooding and avalanches.

Sheesh. Not much good to be found around here lately.

Her look says it all.

Yep: try to be positive and see what it gets you.

On human hibernation

I have not been posting much because … well no one wants to read bad things and it seems that’s all we have in the world today, no matter where you look.

On the other hand, this post might be considered bad for that reason alone.

Or maybe for this one:

Clifford in his winter coat.

15 cm (6 inches) of heavy, wet snow fell Monday-Tuesday. I’m not a fan of snow. I’m especially not a fan of having to clear it with a shovel. It’ll get done. Eventually.

All things considered, it would be a good time to start winter hibernation. Whether you’re a bear or not. I think I’ll try to stay inside until at least next year, if not longer. We know that won’t happen, but it could be worth the effort.

Maybe humans just haven’t tried this hibernation thing hard enough.

Yet.

(Phone pic so of course it sucks.)

I’m writing this anyway

In a previous post (The Moving Finger) I babbled about distracting myself with the unnecessary concoction of a narrative, that it is likely no one else will ever see, as a means of gearing up to write down something that needed to be done: the ‘instructions’ for ‘operating’ the cabin.

I did in fact accomplish that task, which has also become unnecessary as it is unlikely the place will ever be sold.

But that’s as may be.

One of the other comments I made was how the fictional work had run its course and beyond a certain point there was no more story to tell. (It’s a pity certain narrative franchise holders do not recognize this fact. You know what and who I mean.) Instead there were merely amusing snippets of character inter-actions which went nowhere. Like this one:

Arty: With your telepathic friend on board it seems we don’t have any secrets now.
Mariner: We still have one secret she doesn’t know about.
Arty: Oh? What’s that, then?

[She whispers in his ear; his eyes go wide.]

This short bit became the prologue to another story entitled “Seventeen Years Later”.

Which is not finished yet (and it doesn’t matter if it ever will be as, once again, it will not be seen by others) but already stretches to twelve pages of dialogue and instructions.

You see, the ending of one story is just the beginning of another.

“I do what I want.” – Beckett Mariner

Hey, the weather is bad and I can’t really do much of anything so …