van_champion: A man standing in a light effect at a nightclub. (pretentions)
People don't often think about Easter Saturday, and why would they? It's a Saturday awkwardly placed in between two important days in the Christian religious calendar. But, when you stop and think about it, as Fred Clark did in 2010, and reposted once a year afterward, it is a very fitting metaphor for the human condition....  
"This day, the Saturday that can’t know if there will ever be a Sunday, is the day we live in, you and I, today and every day for the whole of our lives. This is all we are given to know.

Easter Sunday? That’s tomorrow, the day after today. We’ll never get there in time. We can believe in Easter Sunday, but we can’t be sure. We can’t know for sure. We can’t know until we’re out of time."

 

 
Come tomorrow, of course, my mother-in-law will be texting everyone about the Resurrection. Far be it from me to spoil her joy, but will the meek inherit the earth on April 20th? Will Love win over Power? Will those who thirst for justice go thirsty no more? 

Faith can and does manage. But as things stand, Perpetual Saturday may well be all we ever see.

We can hope, of course.

www.patheos.com/blogs/slacktivist/2025/04/17/holy-saturday-14/ 

 
van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (whimsy)
 You know what I miss?

Japanese stationery sets.

I used to collect a few different sets, for correspondence with various people, and save some sample sheets and small envelopes. Bears, penguins, and the like, sometimes anthropomorphized and sometimes not.  

Given that postal correspondence may come back in vogue, I started looking around for similar. Daiso had very serious minimalist sets, Muji is more for journals, and there is a stationery shop still at the Vancouver Public Library Central branch -- but it was not open despite it being during the hours of operation listed.

Perhaps I will look online, or perhaps there is something on Alberni or Robson. 
And possibly, the tastes have changed, and I won't find any style I like -- but I would like to know. 
van_champion: Malcolm Reynolds in profile, with the text "None of it means a damn thing" underneath. (melancholy)
 So.... ten days until I turn 50.

Of course, using a decimal-based number system as we do, any multiple of 10 would seem a milestone. Even so, this year is ... so much further than I thought I would live. I didn't know about my congenital heart condition, of course -- not prior to 2018 or so. But I always had a sense, in my teens and twenties, that there was something... off about my genome. I wondered if others could sense it. 

There were, of course, a lot of ideas floating around in the 1990s and 2000s (that would metastasize online in the late 2010s), based in part on misreadings of genetics. Looking at some of them (which every so often get suggested to me by the Tube of You), I can only wonder as to what providence kept me from dwelling too long on such theories. I suppose, in the end, I simply decided that whether I was scrap or not, I would live as well as I could, regain some of the ground I had lost in the Truncated Year of Hell, and not worry about any metric other than "How am I doing?"

I've been told my cousins are currently confused by my attitude on this point, why I'm in my line of work, and other things. But where were they back then? Not to come off as accusatory, but honestly....

A comparison of two climbers. One has ascended a tall hill, the other has climbed out of deep chasm. The first image is captioned "The strength we're taught to admire". The second is captioned "The strength we should also admire".



Anyway. I have spent a year in, if not exactly seclusion, then laying low everywhere but the Allspark Board. And while the Book of Faces is basically just something to keep for messenger functions at this point, I do need to stretch out, as much as work-life balance will allow. If nothing else, the world is not going to go away, and I have to find a safe-and-sane way of dealing with it.

I have -- peaceably -- crossed off half of the few entries in my Book of Grudges. The last two will prove more troublesome, but one is already giving me weregild, though they do not know it. 😉  

More important, though, will be my health (physical, social, and financial), and making sure that those I care about remain okay.

We'll see how that all goes.

van_champion: A man standing in a light effect at a nightclub. (pretentions)

The Fall of Númenor: and Other Tales from the Second Age of Middle-earthThe Fall of Númenor: and Other Tales from the Second Age of Middle-earth by J.R.R. Tolkien

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


The three thousand, four hundred and forty-one years that comprise The Second Age of Middle Earth are often skipped over by casual readers of the Tolkien Legendarium. In all fairness, even the Professor himself was known to tell publishers that this was a Dark Age with little to be said about it.

But the origins of that infamous Ring whose loss, retrieval and ultimate destruction would dominate the Third Age has its place in this time. The decline of the High Elves (and their attempts to arrest same), the rise of the human sea-power of Númenor (and the Second Fall of Man that leads to its destruction), the creation of the Ringwraiths, and the "First Darkness" alluded to by Gandalf long years afterwards that covered all but a few redoubts east of the Great Sea - all take place in this time.

And with the recent streaming television series attempting to write on some of the blank spaces in the Tale of Years, it was, perhaps, high time that the extant canonical writings of the Second Age from the Professor's own hand be (re)collected from The Lord of the Rings' Appendices, 1980's Unfinished Tales, and various correspondences and placed into one volume.

It may, for some, be considered a source or companion piece to said aforementioned series -- certainly the doomed quest of one show-unique Elf may serve as a counterpoint to the grand dreams of Celebrimbor or the concerns of Galadriel and Gil-Galad, and may provide some clues as to how Sauron's quiet buildup was achieved between 1000 and 1700. But while complementary views may be found, the Tolkien Legendarium was not originally a transmedia franchise, and this book is not necessary (though it is certainly helpful) to understand "The Rings of Power", neither is the show required to make sense of this book.

Indeed, except for the long middle saga taking place around SA 700, and dealing with the Númenorean prince Aldarion and his restlessness in a world thought to be at peace (though his father the King soon learns otherwise), this volume is mostly a more detailed recitation of The Tale of Years' account, expanding upon the point-form notes to provide details of the movements of Elves, Men, Dwarves and Orcs (the Halflings are unnoticed by chroniclers until roughly 1000 in the Third Age) from the ruins of drowned Beleriand into the lands east of the Blue Mountains. The short-lived flowering of Eregion, the splendor of Khazad-dûm, the founding of the Black Tower, the glory and folly of Armenolos the Golden City -- all are explored here.

We also, in discussing Eregion, Lindon, and the making of the Three Elven-Rings, get into a debate as to whether the Elves experienced a more subtle fall (theologically speaking) than that of humanity (the second of which we see in this book, and the first is obliquely mentioned in the Silmarillion, but falls somewhat outside of its focus), one which Sauron was initially able to exploit, until his desire for control led him to open warfare instead.

This work is perhaps not essential for understanding the history of Middle-Earth, but it does make for a handy reference for those wondering how and why one gets to the Last Alliance and the disappearance of the One Ring that would cast such a long shadow over the subsequent age....



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van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (Default)
 
Now that my work is getting a little bit quieter (though there are still more people going through it than at the beginning of the year), I had thought to craft some essays to set the record firmly crooked on some things I find important. I was a bit distracted today, however. Canadian-based Star Wars Youtuber Corey's Datapad had some questions about the later career of former Imperial Senator, key Alliance to Restore the Republic figure, and New Republic politician Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. With the loss of the planet, what exactly was her constituency in the latter two organizations? (Her inheritance, of course, is a bigger-scope and tangiential question, even without the Noghri in the mix.)

Anyway. Have a relaxing summertime political discussion before that sphere gets too weird, as we attempt to figure out George's galaxy-building.  







van_champion: (commentary)
If the man has two wolves inside him, he will definitely be more dangerous than the bear. Unless the wolves are arguing with each other.
 
If the man is Dr. Hannibal Lecter, then the bear is more dangerous in the wild and the man is more dangerous in civilization. Either way, the doctor has a disturbingly large fanbase. 
 
If the bear is on cocaine.... your day is pretty much ruined.
 
If the bear is actually a Beorning... well, they are not overly fond of strangers, but as long as you're polite and don't startle them they should be fine in either shape.  
van_champion: A man standing in a light effect at a nightclub. (promotions)
 So, about three years ago, a new phase in Star Wars tie-in publishing was launched. I was a bit intrigued by it: especially as YA genre fiction has been largely doing after-the-end Crapsack Worlds for a while now. Though I think they should have gone further back along the timeline to establish their setting -- perhaps the Kymoodon Era (15 000 years before the films) or the Waymancy Storm conflicts (about 11 000 years before the films). But more on lore another day. 

Anyway, using Imgflip, I couldn't help but riff on the overarching title for this new and ambitious transmedia project:


Kevin Smith, as Silent Bob, brandishing a lightsaber. Text at the bottom of the image reads "Star Wars: The High Republic". D'you get it?

Yes, that one (if you've seen it) is.... well, I can't copyright it, as Silent Bob belongs to View Askew Productions and Star Wars, of course, is still firmly in Disney's grip. But this was my take on the title. 
van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (Default)
I discovered a very calming idle-mobile game called "Penguin Isle". 

I downloaded a copy to my device, and check in on my little colony (currently at 7 Adelies and 4 Gentoos) every now and again.  



(This is not from mine as such, but as the fishing zone is the same in all versions it should serve as an illustrative example.)


 An image from the game "Penguin Isle", showing a penguin using a fishing rod.

Stress has been increasing of late, so... "This is nice. Whatever this is."
van_champion: The Tenth Doctor, still in the leather jacket of his predecessor. (Starting over)
 It only just now occurred to me that now I could, at least in theory, title my ongoing work "49 Going On Dead"....

Except, of course, for the fact that [personal profile] mbarrick thought of that first. Also, I don't *feel* "Going On Dead" at all. Rather more like "I Should Be Dead, But Thankfully Am Not. Now What?" Which is a little too wordy for a journal title.

I am dealing with the effects of my father's passing, and that has inspired me to make preparations for my end. And some affairs have in fact been put in order. But I don't plan to leave, not right away. And some things... came back. More on that later.

van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (general fan culture)
 I've been getting some traffic to my republished BW fanfic. No-one's left a review, not yet, but a handful of people -- one from the UK, apparently! --- have read it this month.  Which is nice, as most of February has been taken up with unpacking, settling in, and making my place feel like a home, without getting attached to it as a home. So far, so good.

Yes, I have moved. And wouldn't you like to know where! Heh. No, but seriously, I'm going to be keeping a low profile for a bit. Fewer bills to pay and all that. Also coming to terms with a great many things. 

But -- the move went well. I think it was the first time we didn't lose anything. Though there was quite the ballast dump of cardboard and packing paper afterwards. 

Anyway, must dash. 
van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (general fan culture)
This is how sad my fannishness can get. 

For the uninitiated:

The Transformers fiction, right from the start, never had a singular canon, even with Marvel producing both a comic and a cartoon series for Hasbro. (One of the reasons for this is that Marvel Productions (the studio arm) and Marvel Comics were barely on speaking terms through the 1980s.) As time went on, and we had increasingly divergent storylines (such as Toei's post-1987 anime) and sequel series that were vague about just what storyline to which they were serving as a sequel (such as Mainframe's Beast Wars Beasties), and into the 2000s various relaunches along the lines of "Everything's the same except for the fact that it's all completely different", things only got more and more complicated

So a classification scheme was rolled out, grouping universe into clusters such as "Primax" for Generation 1/2 content or "Tyran" for the live-action movies. Universes where the Transformers exist only as fiction were referred to as "Quadwal" -- I'll give you a moment to guess what that's referencing. 

But no-one ever assigned a universal stream to our own universe, though we have a "mirror"-type negative polarity universe charted. 
So, I went and did the math. 
van_champion: A penguin sipping from a flower in the manner of a hummingbird. (general fan culture)
I wrote a new BW fanfic! It only took me how long?


It isn't much -- just an alternate viewpoint on a canonical second-season event. But I wished to share with you this epilogue:

 

On a windswept beach on another continent, a Maximal looked up at the sky and shivered.

She could not shake the feeling that something terrible had happened.

 

 

van_champion: The Tenth Doctor, still in the leather jacket of his predecessor. (Starting over)
 ... granted, there was only a 1% chance that I was going to die on the operating table, but even so. 

So. 5 days prior, I spent the day only mostly dead.

I can walk short distances, sleep only 2 hours a night, and I haven't had much appetite. Until today. Craving noodles. 

Things are going to be weird from here on in, but I knew that already. 
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