First preview pic of the Alice (Milla Jovovich) figure from Resident Evil (attire is that from the latest film):
No pic of the front yet… that’s why it is just a teaser image! But here is what it should look like:
Expected price will be between $130 and $200.
Dreamed I was in parallel world in which my last name was James, not Bueche, and in this parallel I was part of a large family whose matriarch owned a large old wood-sided mansion, which was currently being used as a setting (at least for exteriors) for an epic television mini-series set in the 1800s. The matriarch told us, the children or inheritors, that she planned to sell the mansion after the series aired, since the price would go up based on its exposure on the show. This made sense, and none of the inheritors could really object to the logic of it. There were many film crew people working, and the cast of extras was numerous as well — looking out a second or third floor window (fearing being in the shot, but this was evidently not a problem) I saw many extras in 1800s garb having a garden party sort of orgy on the lawn below, beside the dirt roadway that circled the mansion. I’m not sure what kind of miniseries this was, but it reminded me a bit of Caligula in that moment. So many people to look at, all in pairs. I focused on the blonde giving head. Anyway, after that, I had a discussion with the matriarch and then with some other people about how I was currently William Bueche, because my mind was awake and was currently supplanting whoever this William James was who they normally knew. I could prove I was not crazy by a slight physical difference — I could put my hand through glass as if the glass was water, although this hurt my hand a bit. In discussion with a person closer to my age who was less skeptical, I tried to narrow down where this alternate world differed from our own: taking a cue from Heinlein, I asked who was the first person to step onto the moon, and what it was that he said. Aside from some verbal preambles I wasn’t familiar with, it was still Neil Armstrong — and he even got the “one small step for *A* man” line wrong as he did here. So the worlds appeared to be the same at least since the late 1960s… but then she mentioned that about 7 or 8 years ago, the Asian Lander stopped transmitting. “What Asian lander?” I asked, and there I found a difference. In their world, several years after the US space race concluded, Japan (presumably) sent an unmanned lander to the moon, which broadcast live images for many, many years until finally puttering out. The “Asian Lander” was as well known as anything else in pop culture. So this world seemed to be different from the mid 1970s on. Later in the dream I met up with one of William James’ lovers, who was upset and confused by my stance that I was not William James (she thought it was a ruse to distance myself from her). It was she, actually, who told me about the Asian lander.
Despite being complex, this was only a dream. A lucid dream, one I could take action in. People served only to the extent that their interactions with me satisfied curiosity. They had no independent action.
I played with the NEX camera (by Sony) at Mike’s Camera this weekend, and mmmmhhhhhhmmm, it was gud (with an umlaut). I was given two lenses to play with, the 16mm wide and the standard 18-something zoom. And the 16mm actually was better than the 18+, in terms of the field of view. I thought 16mm would be so close to 18mm as to make no difference, but the fact is that buying the camera with both lenses would in fact make the most sense. It is cheaper to buy it that way. Of course it is MORE cheaper to just but the 18+ lens and leave it at that. Which is sadly what will likely actually happen. I figure. I could always find the 16mm on ebay in a few years, once some people have outgrown the NEX5 camera.
Now all of this, and I don’t actually have anything but my life to photograph. Which is a bit of a waste so far, but I am working on that…
The effects of my trip are being felt strongly and clearly. I have a better sense of who I am, and perhaps how I express myself, a bit. For example I have decided, clearly, what tattoo I want — something I’d been unsure of for years. I feel more clearly who I am, and how I become who I am, partly, through physical expression in that way. Also I did a bit more laser but that’s “between you and me and the bedsheets”, as the prescient expression goes.
I was also astounded by how the pace of time changed with 9 days off. In 9 days it seems like I did so much, whereas on returning to my shared place, I see some dishes that are still where they were before I’d even left — not a complaint, but rather a symptom, I think, of how when one is working in a routine, one enters a sort of trance where one is simply letting the days click by like cogs in a wheel. And why is that? Because it is less painful to enter the trance than to let each day be measured as a full day, capable of so much more.
I feel like I am liberated a bit. I always have to add “a bit” because I feel the temptation to go back into the trance, and the worry about being too expressive… But I think I can find a new mixture, one in which there will be more done each day, in real personal terms, than before. (I may also have to give up reading news sites on the web, which I see took up too much of my time before, for no good reason.)
This is not a manic phase. I am not manic/depressive anyway, I just mention it because the awareness of life’s daily potential is usually so forcefully muted that to try to hold a different view is capable of being seen as being “off”. It is not off.