Just a quick note to say that at the moment I’m writing a book about cells. Which means reading a whole bunch about loads of stuff that I don’t know anything about. It is complicated but very interesting and weird. I’m keeping it in mind that I should write some blog posts about some of the cool stuff I’m finding that won’t make it into the book. So hopefully they’ll turn up shortly.
Edit 01/12 – I starting writing a couple of these but they weren’t going anywhere. Hopefully I can write one shortly.
It’s been a busy few weeks since moving house. From an art point of view I’ve been trying to get things done for the Lake District International Comic Arts Festival where I have half a table to fill with my printed knick-knacks. The main thing to get done is a special tablecloth / banner that I can use at all future such events. I’ve had the cloth and design for a while but was putting off doing anything with it by waiting to move.
I did, however, make a tie with the fabrics to do a little practice sewing and because there was a wedding to go to.
Cecy and I have just now relocated to Sheffield and have successfully transitioned from fen-edge to fell-edge people. We live on top of a hill now.
Before moving we put some films on the hard drive because we wouldn’t have the internet for some days. Yesterday we watched the old western High Noon, which was jolly good. Before that, over a period of three days, we watched the 1985 film Witness.
Witness is a romantic crime thriller starring Harrison Ford. His name in the film is John Book. During the film I had assumed that it was something like Buch but the end credits said it is Book. As in a book.
Harrison Ford plays a detective policeman but the story does not begin with him. It begins with some people on a farm who are living in the olden days who are actually Amish people living right now (1985).
8 years later.
In prison Ian has formed a friendship with an insane inmate called Corporal Capeman, who believes he is a superhero that can fly.
Greta is now head of M.A.D. She fertilised one of her own hyperintelligent eggs with a sperm cell donated by Dr. Klorr to produce a female heir called MADeline.
A confusing mixture of guilt, misery and evil has left Dr. Klorr in a delusional state regarding his identity. He has forgotten he was ever David.
The Spectre Initiative has been mothballed and without a sense of purpose Klorr has become morose and ineffectual at being evil. He is running the Unnecessary Biocybernetic and Mechanical Animal Development (U.B.M.A.D.) facility.
MADeline, essentially abandoned because she does not exhibit enough evil to be of interest to her parents, leads a feral existence within M.A.D.’s research laboratories. She has inherited half of her mother’s hyperintelligence but none of her parent’s diabolical tendencies.
She has teamed up with a fully hyperintelligent experimental dog that was rejected for also not being evil, which she names Brain.