The Leftovers of the Year.

The absence of meat caused to the invention of a new type of French omelette, which was with violet onion and champignons. Later, when I went down to a basement, I found out that I have a lot of meat. Sometimes I forget that I have a basement.

It’s a moment to analyze and observe what’s left in this year. The foremost is that the prophecy of the Uzbek man doesn’t seem to have come true even though I still have time to be kidnapped and extradited to Vegas, but I don’t think a marriage will happen to me in this year. To be honest, that thing used to horrify me, because I saw how it destroyed a man, as well as, I noticed what happened with my friend Philipp, whose German wife–whom I don’t see anything of her origin while she is all-Muscovian as her mother, which exactly from there–controls every his saying and act, and she decided alone what name their child will have. Ironically, I had a discord with him in the past because of his selfish behavior, which I couldn’t stand and it led to my separation from him back then, but we found peace. Now he experiences such state, which way much worse. I told him that any relationship must be mutual and respectful (otherwise, you have no tie with that man or woman through that behaving), and doing deals between businessmen stays on this. Unfortunately, he accepts everything with him as normal. One of many same stories. Experiencing all that led me to respective feelings about marriage, but I used to see in that part of past only bad–and, moreover, a lot of toxic–examples. If take deeper, I was surrounded by darkness, as is known. But this made me to keep to that principle if you meet darkness, you must become more darkness; turn yourself into a nightmare for them. Fire with more fire. But, of course, I never stepped on the evil as these humans did. However, if I obviously know now the incredible examples of marriage, but, personally, I don’t see a necessity in it because if persons like each other, why do they need a legal confirmation of that?

We have so many people who spread danger, as it was the acceptance by leaders of the UK and France that terrorists on Israeli land have a country. All that support led to a rise of anti-Semitism, which one can notice (the incident in the Netherlands one year ago, which led to the evacuation of Israeli citizens is the biggest exampli gratia). Macron didn’t dare to say he does this on behalf of all French people. There was no voting for that. I’m against it! He was chosen to represent France, not be its overlord. This man must step away from presidency just for that. The country’s court still doesn’t prosecute him, whereas it should.

I used to love buying books on Alibris. Though I did it only once, but looked forward to acquiring there. I tried to make one order a month ago (it initially included Haggard’s book containing two She compositions, which I didn’t choose then), but it didn’t accept my cards. No matter why it didn’t, that was for the right. Alibris left X this January, leaving in the last message a link to Bluesky, a microblogging site from known infamous men. I looked at Alibris’ followings there. If you recall a name of every one of the most radical far-left figures, almost all of them in that list, which also includes UK’s the most toxic newspaper The Guardian; its articles only psychiatrists find interesting to read, because they show the derangement of people’s mind toward anything opposite their views. Alibris wasn’t welcoming to use, because I had to switch on my account every visit, and the site’s design looks as a warehouse in every sense, because you’re always in searching for a needed option.

I am not attracted to that madness from Hollywood, but sometimes I read persons who haven’t discredited themselves but that gets revealed in this text or video. Either directors or actors from far-left consider that only a person of the respective non-white nationality or sexual orientation can make a film about that kind of people. If keep to their mind, then real historical personalities must play themselves. The role of Napoleon can be performed only by him. I know where he is now. You will find him in Musee de l’Armee.

Independence is the resort, but there can happen things as arrogance from Uwe Boll self-criticizing of own movies as they are good, slamming lists that don’t include his respective films, and he believes you sympathize with the mass murderer in his Rampage flicks; or in the discovered footage of a gathering of the cast of Best of the Best series nobody of the audience asked about Best of the Best 5: Honor the Brave, only Philip Rhee said at one moment that he hopes the filming will in the next year, which corroborates a scenario of dangling probability with realization.

The gaming industry is an unchangeable, uninteresting place. I still don’t go to update the computer. I can’t expect a bearable electronic composition already if the basis is arrogance, which Bloober Team shows in releasing “the final masterpiece edition” of one of their clunky games; that’s of the attitude category of those who stamped “game of the year”. And the fact that Electronic Arts became acquired by Saudi Arabia and Jared Kushner via his company Affinity Partners doesn’t make a change. It’s an additional layer of administration. A company’s CEO won’t be substituted already explains it.

Sometimes I write to a game developer, and I don’t expect an answer. But I had it from Ken Williams when asking his current interest in gaming. He didn’t add anything different since his previous proclamation, but nevertheless, his response looks to me that I can accept it as a definite decision. That’s what the legendary Ken Williams wrote to me: “I don’t know. Some days I think yes, and other days I think not. To build a market competitive game is a serious commitment of time and money. My guess is - I’m retired.” I believe I can say this now: I’m glad for him and Roberta, because they deserved to have delight from yacht journeys.

I wanted to make a continuation in “Unfolding in cinema library: fight with communism” by finding several features, which had a tantalizing as it was getting the zeitgeist, such as an initial screenplay of The Whip Hand (1951) had escaped and survived Adolf Hitler being substituted for communists by command of the famous eccentric Howard Hughes but the movie wasn’t excellent itself, whereas Assignment: Paris (1952) with Dana Andrews had filming in Hungary and the fact that communists in the City of Love wanted to disrupt production, but its script wasn’t elaborated to strong. Diplomatic Courier (1952) with the no less adorable Tyrone Power was close to being astonishing if not a flaccid ending. The storyline was intricate, and dialogs are striking, especially from Carl Malden, who brought a grandiose and imposing character. Personally, Diplomatic Courier is noticeable for short roles of Lee Marvin and Charles Bronson. The movie adapts one book, and I assume it has a pulp nature, because that’s I felt without doubt in the conclusion. If it was reasonable to keep enemy intelligence agents under surveillance, it loses necessity in the final. Killing a diplomat isn’t a minor crime, which that spy ring committed, but they escape by train, and nobody from Americans is interested to stop them except the main hero, who wants to jump in just because the girl of his dreams there.

I quite often see “cocktails” in options on the main pages of sites of whisky distilleries. It puts me into horror worse than films with Vincent Price. Aqua vitae manufacturers’ taken orientation toward everyone makes harm to the beverage. As it was written before, they release bottles with sweet contents, contradicting the true drink. That state puts me in the feeling it will come to that I will be nostalgic for times when I had a great whisky/ey. I watched a video with a man who visited the depths of the USA to buy bottles that had been staying on shops’ stalls since the eighties till they could be since the sixties. That fact amazed me. He compared all bottles with modern analogues. Of course, the answers to when was the best bourbon was obvious from the beginning, and the man’s excited reaction to the dusty whiskey made him conclude that he must find and buy these long-staying bottles. This is one more corroboration of my evading of not-old makers of this spirit. Fortunately, I still get genuine from classic nominal aqua vitae, to which these evil conglomerates didn’t come with an idea of component changing at the current moment. Otherwise, I will end up learning how to make whiskey.