This whole item was triggered when I spotted an update by the endlessly fascinating "Ushanka Show" on Youtube, a channel I heartily recommend if you have any interest at all in the former Sinister Union, as Sergei, who runs the channel, lived there up until 1995. He has a lot of insights that the Sinisters would not have liked the Evil Capitalist West to know - like the Three Strangers Rule, where three perfect strangers pool their money to purchase a litre bottle of vodka and then proceed to get pie-eyed on it. Or maybe only a bit tipsy; them Ruffians can handle their drink.
Mum did the weekly shop - |
Okay, let us balance the modest ridicule of our Slavic brethren with some honest admiration.
Siberia! Which is what makes up a very great deal of Ruffia and has done for centuries. It used to be the destination for those exiled from European Ruffia back in Tsarist days, and is still only lightly sprinkled with human populations. The Sinisters, back in the Fifties, when they were attempting to engineer everything and cover the map with concrete, saw an hydroelectric opportunity at the Yenisei River in Siberia. Art?
Thus |
The river, with flowery backdrop |
With puny human cars for scale**. |
The tale is not over yet, because the Sinister engineers also constructed a ship lift. Art?
Thus |
There. I think I've been positive enough for anyone east of the River Bug to forgive those cracks about vodka.
Except Dimya. He's a bit of a harder sell. |
This Is Matchless
Whilst poking around the corners of Youtube last night - hey, it's lockdown, a man's got to have some hobbies - I came across one that looked legitimate, although it might have been bodged together in some way. It was done mostly in time-lapse, for reasons that will become very clear as we go on. Art?
No! Not a light bulb. |
Obviously |
The eruption begins |
The sad remnants |
Oh, as you may have noticed, if I go to Full Screen on these Youtube videos then the synchrony bars that have been an issue disappear. There is still the reflection of some white-haired old duffer to cope with. Sorry about that.
The Man In The High Castle. Art?
Conrad started watching this when it came out but didn't follow up on it and would now have to start back from scratch, which is not altogether a bad thing. I recall seeing adverts for it on the way into work one morning and was utterly flabbergusted - like flabbergasted but even more so - that it ever got made. I mean, Philip K. Dick has been pretty successfully filmed in the past, but a television series where the Axis won the Second Unpleasantness? It ran for three seasons and created a world with a lot more depth and twists than PKD had managed. You know, I shall have to track it down and start from S1Ep1 again. What a chore***!
An in-joke |
Finally -
A small anecdote to help us hit the Compositional Ton. Your Humble Scribe set his alarm for 08:00 this morning, then wickedly stayed in bed for another 20 minutes, before getting up, getting dressed and re-posting the blog links on Facebook and Twitter. Then I ambled into the kitchen to get a pot of tea going, and a mushroom and cheese toastie. As I put the toastie into the microwave I noticed the display. "09:42" and at first I thought someone had set it to cook and not zeroed the clock.
No such thing. I paid attention to my Fitbit and it was indeed 09:42, because all the digital kit around the house had automatically updated. So, yes, bah!
Yeah, yeah, mock away |
And with that, we are done.
* "Mark" not "Point". South Canadians take note.
** Big sucker, isn't it?
*** This is irony.
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