First of all, let me say that for the most part, I liked “Blade Runner.” I thought it was a really well-done film and I’m proud to have had a hand in a production like that one in my previous life (though an interesting fact: I finally saw this film in 2013 in its “Final Cut” edition; I never got to see it in my previous life).
That being said, it annoys me somewhat that when I mention that I was Phil, the usual reaction is “I haven’t read any of your work, but Blade Runner was a cool movie!”
Now granted, that’s better than bringing up “Total Recall” which was undoubtedly the most confused and incompetent adaptation of my previous life’s work I’ve ever seen, but it kind of tells me my writing didn’t have the impact I would have liked.
Please, if you liked Blade Runner, read some of my previous life’s other work. Yes, some of it (especially the Valis trilogy and the Exegesis) is a bit dense and hard to get into, but there’s plenty of other novels and stories worth a look.
If nothing else, if you liked “Blade Runner,” at least take a look at “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” and if you like that, try “Ubik” and “The Man in the High Castle.” I had a substantial output and you might be surprised just how much Hollywood has either gotten wrong or glossed over completely. And if you’re feeling adventurous, please give my realistic fiction like “Confessions of a Crap Artist” a chance.
I’ve got some new stuff too, from this life, but I don’t feel like it’s half as good as what I wrote back then. Please, give my previous life’s work a serious look.
I think he’s going to be alright. He’s improved noticeably, he’s drinking water and still eating a good bit, and he’s actually starting to show signs of his usual rowdiness.
I’ve decided not to worry about him. It seems that whatever happened, he must have been in some kind of shock and now seems to be on the mend. Still, this is probably a sign of things to come; he’s not getting any younger and I know I’ll have to say goodbye some day sooner than I’d like. I already dedicated my next book to him a while ago (since he hardly left my side the whole time I was working on it) but I hope he’s alive to see how happy I’ll be when that book is out.
The cat seems to be gaining his strength bit by bit, but still isn’t 100%. Long hours waiting for some kind of answer on his condition are wearing on me. He’s eating, but I haven’t seen him drink since last night. Can’t rule out the possibility that he drank something while I was sleeping but I’m concerned nonetheless.
Mostly, I just want to know what to expect next. He seems like he could recover in a few days or crash at any moment. The wait to see what becomes of him is agonizing.
I’m in no mood to type much about it, except to say that the cat I’ve had since I was 12 is clearly injured (probably a spinal injury after getting his claw stuck in the bed spread and falling off the bed) and in need of intensive nursing.
He’s 17 now. I don’t know how much time we have left. I’ll be devoting the next few days to giving him as much supporting care as I can but the day I’ve feared may be close at hand.
I always felt guilty for leaving him while I was in London, Las Vegas, and Little Rock. I wanted to bring him with me to London and I was so afraid I’d lose him while I was away. I finally got him back in 2010 and the last four years have been mostly trouble free for him.
All prayers, thoughts, good vibes, and votives for his recovery are much appreciated, though at his age I can’t hold it against him if he decides it’s time to cross the divide.
Back from my semi-hiatus. The puds were small but cheerful and the meal was a big success over all, even if my custard turned out a little lumpy.
Today I cashed the checks I got for Christmas and was going to take care of some unfinished business with my name change but the fax machine at the Kinko’s downtown couldn’t get hold of the party in Arkansas I was trying to reach (possum must have chewed the wires or something), so I have some errands to run Monday.
Going with my fiance tomorrow to look for holiday candy and treats on sale.
A couple of memories that came to me-
*I recalled a plate with rosebuds on it and a silver (or very light gold) edge that was embossed with a sort of seashell-like flare on either side that had a flaming pudding on it and immediately guessed it was Edwardian rather than Victorian. Could not find that exact design but a brief survey of Edwardian dessert dishes returns a result of “plausible” since they typically had some or all of the elements I saw.
*Listening to an audiobook of “We Can Remember It For You Wholesale,” the conversation between Quail and his wife about going to Mars suddenly reminded me of a conversation from about 1962 with Ann, when I wanted to go to France and she insisted that we hadn’t even seen all of the West Coast yet.
Unless I get an earth-shattering memory that needs to be jotted down, there will be no updates here until after Christmas.
It’s been 100 years since that last stressful Christmas in England and I want to make up for that. My current life is still ongoing and I want to fill it with pleasant memories of a Christmas done with a mix of traditions from past lives and the joy of creating new traditions my fiance and I can share in the future. I can’t change the dark shadow that hung over 1914 but I can light a candle and a Christmas pudding and burn away the darkness now, in 2014.
I decided to splurge and put together all the stuff for a very special Christmas Eve dinner for my fiance and I!
Here’s what we’ll be having:
*Stuffed Portobello mushrooms with savory breadcrumb stuffing
And for dessert:
*Imported English Christmas pudding served with flaming brandy
*Raspberry Chocovine (dessert wine)
This will be a lot of work to cook but so worth it!