Random Friday


And we also have the very last random Friday! πŸ™‚ Some innovation links first: image recognition with deep learning for e-commerce explains very well how the whole thing works. I found it fascinating. And some tech is good, like the authonomous drone delivering diabetes medication to a remote Irish island.

And of course learning to read boosts the visual brain, but we have some studies to prove it! πŸ˜‰ And speaking of brain, we now have wearable cyborgs that use bran waves to power up your muscles and Synchron achieved the first successful human implantation of brain computer interface. The Future Earth Chronicles are coming closer, LOL! Maybe they’re already building the Rainbow Towns! πŸ˜€

I was asked this week if I have children and if I missed not having them. No, I don’t miss not having children (hey, I have Dear Nephew! πŸ˜‰ Although at 14 he’s kind of hard to get through, LOL!), and when I think about all those people who keep breeding in this doomed world, I’m even more vehement about voluntary human extinction and wish everybody did like me. Your children won’t have a world to grow up in, especially if you don’t do anything to stop those people from killing us all.

Last Saturday I watched Replicas. Not as bad as they painted it, but then, I’m no sci-fi expert. Kind of reminded me of Johnny Mnemonic with better computer graphics, since there’s 20 years between the two. And again, we have a father who wants to save his family with his science – but I might wonder what for? πŸ˜‰

Near Future Sci-fi is the harder to pull off. I’m currently updating the technology in a novel that I wrote back in 2000 – a human society that had starships, but limited tech in its artificial town. I didn’t make The City like Rainbow Town in Future Earth Chronicles, but I had to change a few things here and there! πŸ˜€

Stay tuned for the blogoversary… and have a great weekend! πŸ™‚

Random Friday


My good friend Shafali the Caricaturist made a case for lefties and as I have one in the family and today is his Onomastico (Saint Day?), I’ll wish my dear brother Lorenzo a Buon Onomastico! πŸ™‚ He’s the Paris-born misunderstood genius of the family – like most lefties, that is. They’re usually underestimated by their contemporaries (see Leonardo Da Vinci), so don’t worry, Shafali, I’ll always be rooting for you guys! πŸ˜‰ Hey, even my hairdresser is a lefty, and I’m seeing her today, so I better be good to you guys, or she’ll ruin my looks, LOL!

As for my brother, he even had a double nationality at birth, just because he was born in France. The French didn’t care he had Italian parents, it made good numbers on their birth rate, LOL! I guess the French part was dropped almost immediately and when he went back to France nobody guessed on his birth certificate there was aΒ “Franco-Italian” nationality…

Anyway, that was almost 41 years ago! As the Lefty’s day is on Monday, where I already have a Happiness is, I’ll wish all the lefties of the world a happy World Left-Hander DayΒ today – including to my evergreen Muse. And look, I even managed to find a picture I hadn’t already drawn!

But then I ran out again (I have 270+ files in my Keanu-drawings folder… that’s 11 years of drawings! ;)), so I procrastinated with more drawings of his “rival”… It’s not that I need to draw a new face, it’s that I can’t find new pictures of Da Muse to draw! While the other folder is brand new… and next drawing is of another face anyway – I might end up with a Bollymales calendar next year, LOL!

Hritik – black pencils on yellow sheet

Well if I keep going at this rate, I can have a Hritik Calendar and a Keanu Calendar… we’ll see! I have only 8 programmed, but then I can reach 13 drawings – includes the calendar’s cover – by the end of the year… No drawings this weekend, though, I got a story to write, tsk! Not much time left before I leave, so… stop procrastinating, Barb!

Ahem… I actually finished that story, so I’m free to procrastinate and draw some more – although my dear reader of SKYBAND would probably prefer me to start working on the next chapter… where I’m also using one of these new faces, so I might consider it, LOL! Next pencil drawing on the list is Arjun Rampal, though. And now that I think about it, chapter 12 of SKYBAND is very interesting to draw – especially the cover, so I might do that as well! πŸ˜‰

See, I’m might not be a lefty, but I’m not normal either (like I mentioned in the comments to Shafali’s post). I stopped trying to be normal in my thirties, when I realized it was futile and hurt me more than anything else. So there you have me, the outsider who watches you with mild curiosity and some puzzlement and doesn’t care if she’s outcast – I’ve found my place outside of normality! πŸ˜‰

What is normal anyway? Being like everybody else? Sorry, I’m too creative to fit in a mold. And I’m everchanging, like a chameleon. Hence the pseudonyms, the different creative endeavors, etc. And to preserve the uniqueness, I’d rather not join the breeding factory! VHEMT, remember? πŸ˜‰

Have a great weekend, and if you’re a lefty, a World Left-hander Day on Monday 13! πŸ˜€

Random Friday


OK, another week is almost done, what can I say? I might be very self-centered this week, but even if I’m starting from my writing, I’m rambling about life at large. So, it’s about CVE3 again (can you tell I’m having a blast at rewriting something that is 20+years old?) – I got to the part at the end when the warrior woman has to choose between two men and I remembered what happened back then.

I saw a shrink from 1996 to 2002. Four years single therapy, four years group therapy, with two years (1998-1999) of both. When I was still doing the single, I gave him some of my stories to read – a graphic novel (The Prince and The Adventurer, I’ll reissue it sometime, but I need to scan and re-letter it) and CVE3, at the time known as Lost & Oliver from the names of the two main characters (I even have a L&O Another Version where they end up together, but I’m not going to publish that, LOL!).

At the time I was still the warrior woman, and he guessed who I was in that novel. And then he asked “Why did you choose X instead of Y?” (he was talking about the characters, no names to avoid spoilers, but he knew whom I identified with).

And I said “Why should I choose Y?”

“Because he’s the most powerful, the one who could have protected you.”

“That’s what I don’t like about him. I want him to be my equal, not superior. X is my equal, Y is not.”

Might be why I’m still single and I’m not too fond of those mushy romances with women swooning at alpha males? πŸ˜‰

Anyway, I think he used the totally wrong therapy with me, because by the time I told him “I’ll be back when I have news” I was so sick of couples that even in my head I thought I could live without virtual lovers.

I went to him because I couldn’t understand the rest of the world. He understood it as “I’m unhappy because I don’t have a man” or something like that. But when one can’t interact with neither sexes, how can she find her significant other? And if you throw me into a group of abandoned lovers, how do you think I’ll feel?

the Muse's latest portrait

Dejected and disgusted by that fairy tale of the happily ever after, of course. I already knew Prince Charming didn’t exist, he just gave me the proof. So I stopped seeing him, and didn’t bother fitting in anymore – why bother when nobody was trying to fit in with me?

Now I have a spiritual teacher, but it’s not really improving my social interactions, I’m afraid. OK, I get less stressed and don’t try to understand why anymore, but I still don’t have much social interaction. I’ve been faithful to my virtual lover since 2001 (I call him my Muse, in case you were wondering…) while back in the 1990s – well that warrior woman had more than one man, because I liked them so much I needed to (virtually) try them all, LOL!

I’d rather stay in and write or draw than go out and socialize. “No life, no wife” so often repeated by Desi people (yeah, even the ones in Roma selling roses in the street! ;-)) makes me want to tell them “Speak for yourself, man! I’m a woman, I can live without a husband!”. I used to be so excited at weddings, now I snort or sigh and recycle the dress I wore at my brother’s wedding – also because I’ve seen many of those marriages fall apart through the years.

So there you have it, the rant about being single and VHEMT (hadn’t said that in a long time, LOL! Hema might remember I said it oh so long ago – haven’t changed my mind in that department! ;-)) you weren’t expecting! πŸ˜‰ Now this compulsive writer is going back to writing… addiction or not, I better feed it. Mr Writing will pay my next hairdresser trip, but not much more yet! πŸ˜‰

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