Sleep Talk

Given all my health issues, and everything, the one thing I planned for, when cutting back my working week to 4 days, was to give my back deserved rest time, on non working days. It has to be said that most of the time it works a treat. But this weekend…

In truth, the fact that it was a wonderful day on Saturday, in terms of my back at least, has to be countermanded by the fact that I was on my feet way more than normal. Thankfully the weather was hot, so my back wasnt as bad as it might have been at end of day, but fine, I was still sore.

Snag was, Sunday, which would normally be one of my rest days, with a longer recovery time in bed didnt happen, because we were in a guest house, needed to be up at a reasonable hour for breakfast, and to come home, and…also, I was sharing a room with Eric, and his idea of sleeping in is about 6 am! So yes, not the recovery time I really needed. So yes, despite the weather, and everything else, lets just say I was a little ‘tender’ at work yesterday. But there you are, I thought, at least I get a nice lay in tomorrow morning, which will hopefully clear matters up.

Yes, you guessed it… Just before 7 this morning, the phone rang in my bedroom. Loudly, and it sounded like an ice cream van had hit the house, or something! I answered it, passed the phone to Eric, and tried to go back to sleep, but it didnt really work, so about an hour later, I gave up, and got up.

Hopefully, hopefully, Thursday, I might actually get a genuine lay in, in my bed? But…? Hibernation/Stasis pod, anyone?

OK, video time. What I felt like I was doing this morning, lol!

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Give us this (many) days?

As that date gets nearer, its hard to believe that just 25 years ago, or so, I’d have 22 days to go until retirement. For reasons relating to life expectancy, and other related stuff, its now going to be 6 years and 22 days! Or is it?

No, I’m not getting political, though there are a group of women that are trying to get the age adjusted, or get compensation for the extra period of time before retirement, but given my job, not getting into that in the slightest.

But at the same time, I do wonder if my body is going to last that long, at least in a physically strong enough state that going to work, even my current 4 days a week is beyond me? Especially given that as a non driver, I have to use public transport, and you cant enhance the seat on a bus on a long term basis lol! Car seat, yes I’m sure I could work something, but on buses, and trains, not going to happen.

Theoretically, I have a pension I could claim at 63. Snag, its only a matter of £2-3 K per year, and I certainly couldnt live on that! And thats before you get into all the matter of name changes since I worked in that job, so…? Technically my Insurance number hasnt changed, so they should be able to track it, but anyway…not going to be enough to give up work!

Its not quite as bad as that. In practice, if I was unable to work because of my physical health, I would get disability benefits, but really, in truth, that would always be a last resort for me. But yes, I suspect it will happen at some point, in truth, but hopefully I’ll be wrong. But given the state of my back, even now… And again, its not a fortune, so…

I suspect that as with so many medical treatments, eventually they will catch up with back issues, and be able to repair them, or replace them. But for now, understandably, they’re a bit nervous about doing much to the spine, because there is a big chance of only making it worse, not better. Yes, 30 years from now, back replacements will probably be like knee, and hip replacements today! I hope so, for others at least.

In the meanwhile, I guess I’ll just have to see how long I can take the pain. Or until a major lottery win… Oh fine, I’m laughing at that last comment too!

Video time. Only surprised I’ve never used this, as its one of Ultravox’s bigger hits, but anyway, you get it now at least!

 

A softly, sighing lament

No, not a real blog, just something I wanted to post for obvious reasons, and cant do justice on the day, as I will be working.

Today marks the 80th anniversary of the date in 1937 when Jean Harlow last lived on this planet, and obviously I want to remember it.

Despite all the stories, and there are plenty, she died of kidney failure, and back then in 1937, there wasnt a thing that could be done. 10 years later, early dialysis, and transplants might have saved her, but that at that point, was not possible.

Oh, the other story that needs quashing, her mother did arrange medical staff to look after her, there was just nothing they could do.

Rest in peace, Baby, as you’ve done for 80 years now

xxx

The power of the voice

Oh goody, you’re in for a video treat tonight. Lets leave it at that, for the length of the blog, at least.

At the beginning of this week, on Fembot Central, someone wanted a woman to do a vocal piece, a half of a conversation between a man, and a fembot. So yes, I said that if no one younger offered to do it, I’d do it for him. I have done these things in the dim, distant past, long before you could record it on to a program, on a laptop, for sure.

And yes, seemingly, its a bit like riding a bike, I soon got the hang of it again, just like reading a script. Fine, its a bit weird, doing your line, waiting a few seconds, and then recording your next line, to give him space to edit his lines into the middle of it. I’ve read scripts before like that, but all players have been there, so its easier to judge the pace. When you’re recording by yourself, hmm?

The other snag I discovered, when it came to do my lines, was exactly how robotic I was meant to be, I forgot to ask. Yes, I know, I was pretty sure he didnt want the monotone robot style, given she was a fembot, created to look like a human. So I played it in a clipped, human way, apart from where she was having difficulties with a malfunction in her system.

Actually, for someone like me, not an expert in technology, I had more fun getting it together, and sending it back to him! I mean, I’m the one who wants to be controlled by computers, not controlling them! Yes, the .wav things (I did one where I used the letter b, one where I used beta, as I wasnt sure which he wanted) I saved them as, was very large, and wasnt going to willingly be sent by email, not even separately. Eventually, the technical blunder girl saved it to her One Drive thing on Hotmail, and sent him the link! Yes, I mean, if we needed it recorded, we were all in one place, and put it on to a tape recorder, or cassette recorder!

Yes, fine, I loved the experience, it was great fun doing something like that again, after so many years. No, I dont think the tape will be going to Hollywood studios, even if it was fun. I’ll see how much he liked my voice, if I passed, I might be doing more. Yes, I’d love a contract, with decent money, for doing these things, but realistically…nope!

So, to that video. In honesty, Ultravox created some great videos. Vienna is the obvious well known one, but the barely known Passing Strangers is one I love, for the whole vintage feel. This one is just plain powerful, and far superior to the other one they made, for this song

Follow up to latest book?

Lets see how good the memories of some of my readers is, and more importantly, the state of their wallet! Recently, I posted my first new book for a while, giving it a try on Amazon unlimited, to see if that improved sales, though the effect seems to have been minimal.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00Z6Z4NLQ?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Feel free to give it a try, us poor out of work authors need all the love we can get. if you prefer Barnes and Noble, or Smashwords, it will be on sale in those places from September, but anyway…Better still, go have a look here

https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/e10ypc/ab/c2hJdb

Donate anything over £5, let me know an email address, and I’ll send you a free copy, with grateful thanks. Hows that? I’ll even attach a photograph of the cover as well.

Anyway, at the end of that story, our heroine makes a big decision, and sets out on her new life, as…? Well now, I’m writing a new piece, taking her life on a year or so, and though it will stand up on its own (I think?), it might be better if you know the first story, so…

Someone gets to spice up her life, indirectly, though secretly, its fair to say she’ll enjoy every moment of it… maybe? Especially as I’m pretty sure she’ll be restored to her natural self before the story is over. Oh yes, and fine, its fun for me, as its fair to say that she is very special to me, in a past life sort of way.

Its something I’m writing for a challenge at the Garden, but I’m pretty sure that in time, it will get exposed to a wider audience. Given she is definitely going to get mind controlled at some point, it might even hit the Archive at some point, or I might just sell it, and see.

At least I’m (finally) getting something positive done while not working! Mind, I’d rather be working, but anyway…

OK, the video. I guess its the fact this is mainly filmed in black and white that makes me think of vintage movies. Plus what the two ‘actors’ look like. Besides that, its a much under rated song

A day of remembrance, a day of celebration too

Well, seriously, given the date and everything, what else were you expecting tonight?

Strictly, the centenary of the significance of the 11th November is still 4 years away, but given this is the centenary of the start of World War 1, its a major landmark anyway. And at the 11th hour today, we have, or will (depending on your time zone) remember them.

Not that we just remember those who fell during that awful war, but on the battlefields everywhere, ever since. I suppose, strictly, those who died before too, but its fair to say that 1918 was of course the day that Remembrance Day over here, Veterans Day in the US, is the one that all are remembered for.

No, I’m not going to get political on the matter, though its fair to say that in hindsight, the leaders on both sides in WW1 didnt think too much about planning.

But anyway, for all those brave souls who died then, and since then, I remember, and respect all you did for us, who followed you.

Oh, the celebration? Well, two friends, one long term, one who I have only got to know recently both celebrate their birthday today.

The new one, that wonderful lady who showed Kate, and I around Cherryvale, less than 2 months ago. I think it was towards the end of last year when we first made contact, due to a posting I made about, yes, going to Cherryvale, the home town of Louise Brooks. Finally, I got to meet her in September, and she was just as wonderful to me in real life, as she had been in cyberspace.

Thanks, Tina, hope you’ve had a wonderful day.

Its fair to say I’ve known James a lot longer, though I’m not sure now, just how many years it has been. But in that time, he has become a true friend, a confidant, my editor, to name but 3 things! This man is simply amazing, believe me. Oh, and to top all this, he is the one who has invited me, in less than 2 weeks now, to celebrate Thanksgiving with him, my first time doing so.

So yes, as well as remembering the brave who died fighting for us, I am celebrating the birthday of 2 wonderful people.

The video, well yes, its a war related one, though possibly not one that people would immediately relate to events.

Happy birthday, darling.

No, don’t panic, I havent yet found the love of my life, that title is definitely a Jean Harlow moment. And despite my lookalike status, and at least one person thinking I’m Jean reincarnate, lets keep on safe ground for now.

On this day, in 1892, William Powell was born. Yes, thats right, the man who was the love of Jean’s life at the time of her death, the one who bought her that amazing sapphire ring, that Jean at least regarded as an engagement ring, and Powell never to our knowledge minded her thinking of it as that.

The funny thing is, long before they met, and became romantically involved with each other in Hollywood, they lived a mere few blocks apart in Kansas City, Powell’s family having moved close to where the Carpenter family would live, in 1907. There is no record of how much interest the 19 year old Powell took in the birth nearby of a baby, Harlean Carpenter, I suspect little, or none at that point. But in hindsight, its amusing to think how close they were, in one sense, even then.

History shows they never met until Hollywood, 20 years later, but given the age gap, at that point in her life, thats hardly surprising. He might have seen her in her pram, but never imagined what history would have in store. By the time they got together in the 1930’s, she’d been married 3 times, him twice! He was in fact to marry again, and this time around, it lasted 44 years! Would he and Jean have been married that long, who knows, but from all reports it does seem to have been a happy match. Of course, we were never to know.

Its said that Powell paid for the palatial resting place, where Jean has been since she died, and its known that it was built with 3 people in mind, Jean’s mother (who did end up there), and Powell, but of course, in history, he was buried elsewhere, with his 3rd wife, after he died in 1984. Is that space still free, hmm? Kidding, kidding!

As to Powell, and Jean, and the biographies, and films of her life made in the 1960’s, Powell lacked for kind words. To quote, ‘The only things they got right were her birth, her death, and the movies she made’, a pretty damning indictment, I would say.

So, on this day, lets spend a few moments to remember the love of Jean’s life, the one man that she was supposedly truly happy to be with. There are tales of an abortion, after getting pregnant by Powell, but no concrete evidence. The comment she made shortly before her death that she wanted to stop making films, and have children with him, suggest that the opportunity hadnt already arisen, but that may just have been a press thing?

Also, on this date, in 1905, Clara Bow was born, and in 1914, World War 1 officially broke out. 29th July, quite a day.

The video, what Powell and Harlow were, back in Kansas City.

This video just seems so right. Most of it is in black and white, the girl has a beauty spot, so all in all…

Rest in peace, William, Jean’s darling.