Don't think of a pink elephant

Sunny, pleasant day. Lorraine and I sorting a few bits out around the house. Beth and Enzo popping in. Lorraine went to see Pat and Maureen at tea time for a game of bingo, which I cooked at home. Pat given more claps when he came into the room, which is lovely. 

We have lots of tiny black fungus flies in the house from flowerpots. Having researched it, we are going to buy some nematodes to put in the pots, which eat the larvae. Chatting to Mum we discussed the new problem of giant, mutated nematodes slithering out of the pots at night.

Like trying not to picture a pink elephant, trying to ignore the wretched Live Canon pamphlet competition keeps being on my mind. Results are announced on Monday, but as I heard nothing today, I've obviously not got it as winners are usually tipped off in advance. I find being continuously shortlisted galling. A simple yes or no takes up less mental bandwidth. As ever it is the hope that kills you.

Went for a couple of walks. I downloaded The Three Body Problem, by Cixin Liu, which I have heard is one of the best modern SF books. Seems good, and the story begins in the bleak world of the Chinese Cultural Revolution. 

Trump, as I have said here before, is Satanic. His goons shooting people on the streets of Minneapolis, his attempts to break up Nato, insult Nato troops -- British troops -- who have died on American military adventures. I try not to pay much attention to his outbursts, as attention is his oxygen. Trump is a viral infection of the global mind.

Lorraine and I are watching Dexter on Netflix. I watched some of them when I was living in the twitten. Still notably original in its setup. Dexter works as as a technician specialising in blood spatter analysis in Miami. He also has a deep insight into the minds of killers, given that he himself is a psychopath, who murders the killers that escape the justice system. Touching scenes with his dad, who discerns his nature as a boy, and teaches him how to seem normal, and direct his tendencies into only killing the bad guys.

Lorraine and I in the studio a little today. I fiddled about with one of the sketches I'd done on Thursday. Not much better than a doodle, really.