Bellpoint

It was my plan to go back to sleep once the boyfriend left for his board game night; but somehow, still buoyed on yesterday's stream sense of energy and normality, I ended up editing the first episode of Dracula (the 2020 Netflix one) so I can share it with ET. The show is excellent but rather gory, and I'm not sure the story interests ET at all - he's less into Gothic Victorian horror than me - so I edited out all the gore and abbreviated the story into something that would upset Stoker; it's the video equivalent of this: Jonathan Harker: So the castle was creepy, I got sicker every day, the count looked younger and had better English every night, I forgot Mina's face, found some zombies and a dead baby, and escaped. Sister Agatha: Rocks. It happened that I even cropped out most of Dracula himself, which is a shame because it's a wonderful rendition of the character; He's the scariest Dracula I've seen, as exquisite as only Steven Moffat can write, but ...

It was my intention to use this diary - 'blog' always feels like it's intended for other people to read, while the stuff I write is usually just a thought-dump, so 'diary' fits better, even if it's open for others to read - my intention was to blabber about Blender and 3D when I'm excited, but there's more right now. This is a positive post, despite the coming paragraph. My father died five weeks ago. It was a complicated relationship, with lots of love and care, but also lots of other stuff - stuff that means this loss is not as unbearably painful as losing a parent usually is. It is, however, still grief; it's confusing, to find oneself crying, or unable to function, while not feeling the loss as keenly as I felt mum's when she passed away.  How is this a positive post, then? Because of several things. The boyfriend and his children, for a start; we've lived together for a few months now, and it's... well, it's wonderful. This kids ...