Post 255. A SOUND OF THUNDER.

 

RAY BRADBURY PREDICTED IT.
And was only thirty nine years out.

So we woke up this morning to the news that during the night the hunter Eckels panicked, ran off the levitating path and crushed a butterfly. That fine writer the late Ray Bradbury had him do that in 2055, but Mr. Bradbury was writing in 1952 so for him to be only thirty nine years out was a pretty damned good prediction. If you've not read the short story A Sound of Thunder look it up on Wiki - and for Deutscher think Trump.
Christ, America! Is there no limit to your paranoia? TELEVISION.
In wake of that election.

The Walking Dead (FOX TV UK) American actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan (above) should be feeling rather pleased with himself. His fellow countrymen have just voted a fat, big-mouthed Negan into the White House. (No doubt the FBI will find somewhere to hide the barbed wire bedecked baseball bat when he gets there.)
Poldark finished its run on BBC One. We watched it. A splendid cast of British actors did their best with an old-fashioned and at times wickedly unacceptable story line. It will be back next year. The Level, also blessed with an excellent cast, came and went on ITV and
Paranoid (ITV), with a superb British-German team of actors, finishes tomorrow night.
I can only repeat my oft-repeated lament: on television I like plays, drama and thrillers, with actors honestly being someone else. I do not like  reality rubbish where 'real' people are dishonestly being themselves.
HOME.
My Leader does not believe the cat Shadow said any of the things I attributed to him last month. She thinks I made the lot up. When I told him what she thought he just shrugged. (How does he do that?)

   All for now.