Well, shoot: a concatenation of unexpected events has conspired to deprive us of a suitable meaty top-of-the-Bleat conversation, and for that I apologize. Nothing bad - just an unexpected deadline, a rare writer’s block (well, no, not a block, I know what to say, and how to say it, but it’s a matter of making it fit certain parameters which heretofore have not been a issue) and a misguided decision to do a little grocery shopping that turned into a time-consuming voyage, AND a phone chat with Daughter about ideas for a client - for which, of course, I will never not clear the decks - have conspired to leave me with an hour to finish everything before I fall over in exhaustion, so. Apologies.
But there’s still stuff. There’s always stuff!
We went to see the latest Star Trek movie. It was billed as the last they would ever make. We were surprised to see it was animated in the Pixar style, and even more surprised to note that it began with a baby James Kirk playing a stylized piano as he flew through the star field.
We were all instantly disappointed. They didn’t care. They wanted to rub our noses in giving us something we didn’t want, taking it away from the fans and giving it to people who didn’t like it in the first place.
And now, a related feature that will provide some Friday amusements:
As noted, we conjured up some Main Street squares with a big civic building.
This one's askew, but it has to be based on something.
Run it again: Romanesque. And yes, I asked for tulips.
The building is a traffic impediment, and it doesn't help that the City Fathers put a park bench in the street.
From my endless Google Street Viewing of small town courthouses, this is wrong; they're always set apart in a big park.
Some day they'll get the signage right. Maybe a month. What intrigues me is the suggestion of light in the window, as though we're seeing something from the other side of the room through translucent curtains.
The street scenes are getting better, but once again . . .
The AI always puts people in the street. It doesn't know any better. Yet.
Yes, most people who live across the street know the name of the people in the unit across from them, and the location of their safe:
And that's it for Fridays! Ha ha kidding, of course it's not.
Last year I cut out the tunes, but heck, why not bring them back. We'll be counting down the bottom 50 songs as listed by Whitburn. It'll be fun! Stuff you've never heard. A grab-bag of styles.
Lettermen: Where or When. I'm not opposed to the style, but this is an absolute snooze.
Prefab group, but there's nothing wrong with that. Long career, made possible by constantly adding and deleting members of the trio. Except for one guy.
There. Sorry for the small serving. We'll start it up Monday and hope for more. Thank you, as ever, for your patronage.
