#now it is crap removal and epic crap organization

[sarasa-cat]

Have been playing a life sized multi-dimensional tetris game inside my head for the past few hours (measuring tape as my aid).

I am this close to solving the whole damn thing.

[rimmers-swimming-certificate]

Red Dwarf fanfic - Comatose (5/?)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Lister didn’t visit the refectory often anymore. It was quiet in there. The kind of quiet that was oppressive, that pushed heavily into him from all sides, driving home exactly how alone he was in the universe.

Right now, however, solitude was exactly what he was looking for.

It felt strange, being there. Once, the room had been alive with people; people talking, arguing, laughing, living their lives. He missed them, but right now, he was glad that they weren’t there. Lister sighed to himself, then he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table in front of him.

They fell right through, and landed back on the floor.

“Smeg!” He glared at the table as though it were somehow its fault. The table didn’t seem to care. Lister folded his arms, and slouched sulkily.

He wanted to thump something, and it was made so much worse by the fact that he couldn’t. And that was made so much worse by the fact that Rimmer had been right. He had said that Lister would want to smash something, and here he was daydreaming about beating up an innocent table.

It wasn’t that he wanted to break things, it was more about feeling something. Anything. Being incapable of touch was frustrating, and not just because he couldn’t do things for himself. The loss left a deep need inside him, something that he couldn’t quite put into words, and something that he was going to have to learn to ignore.

He took a deep breath and tried to push it out of his mind. It had only been a week. Months of this stretched out ahead of him, and if he was going to get through it with his sanity intact, he was going to need to find ways to cope with it.

Ways that didn’t involve sitting on his own wishing that he could punch the furniture.

Cat slunk into the room carrying a pile of three meals from the vending machine. Without noticing Lister, he sat down at a table on the other side of the room and put his pile of plates down in front of him. From somewhere about his person, he pulled out a large bib. He tied it around his neck to protect his suit, then removed the lid from the first meal.

Lister watched for a moment, caught somewhere between annoyed that his alone time had been interrupted, and glad of the distraction. It wasn't like being alone was helping. He watched as a cloud of steam rose from the plate, and Car smiled to himself and inhaled deeply.

Lister got up, crossed to the other side of the room, and sat down directly opposite Cat. “Hey Cat,” he said.

Cat’s head jerked up quickly as his hands moved instinctively to guard his fish. He relaxed when he saw that it was Lister. “Oh, it’s just you,” he said. He dropped his guard and picked up his knife and fork. “What are you doing lurking down here?”

“I wasn’t lurking,” Lister told him. “I was just sitting.”

“Sitting in a lurky way,” Cat told him. He turned his attention back to his meal, and began to carefully scrape away the white sauce that covered his fish, shoving it to the side of the plate, where it instead coated the vegetables that came as a side dish. “So, why?”

Lister shrugged. “I wanted to get away from Rimmer,” he said.

Cat began to carefully tease flakes of fish away from the bone with his fork. He nodded sagely, “Yeah, makes sense,” he said. “What’s he done now? Tried to make you look at his collection of telegraph pole photos?”

Lister shook his head.

“Insulted your favourite suit?”

“No,” Lister shook his head again. “I don’t really have a favourite suit.” He didn’t have a suit at all, actually.

“Put on that horrible hammond organ music he thinks is good?”

Lister shook his head for a third time. Actually, now that he thought about it, Rimmer hadn’t actually done anything. He hadn’t even insulted him. It was something else that Lister was trying to avoid. Something much less familiar, and much more unsettling.

“He was being nice,” he said.

“Nice?!” Cat shook his head as he continued to tuck into his fish. “You sure we’re talking about the same guy?”

Lister shrugged. “Yeah. It’s really weird. It’s like he was genuinely trying to help. Well, until he told me to throw my guitar out of an airlock, that is. And I’m just waiting for him to turn around and start gloating, you know? I almost wish he would. At least I know what to do with that.”

Cat finished his first plate, the fish all gone, the sauce and vegetables left rejected at the side. “You know I hate to agree with him, but he’s right about that guitar,” he said. He opened the lid to the second meal and began the process over again.

Lister scowled. “There’s nothing wrong with my guitar! Anyway, it’s not about that. It’s like he’s trying to cheer me up. Like he wants me to admit that I need cheering up.”

“And do you?” Cat asked.

Lister shrugged. Maybe, a bit. But what he really wanted right now was a good mope. The kind where he stayed in bed all day, watched old movies, and wallowed in self pity over the fact that he would never have what those old black and white characters took for granted, because the human race was gone, and he was three million years from Earth. The kind of epic mope where he would eat crap and drink too much, and maybe, when he decided it was time to start feeling better, strum his way through a couple of songs.

Only, he couldn’t do that now. He couldn’t eat crap, and he couldn’t play the guitar, and although he could drink, it wasn’t real, and it wasn’t the same, and no matter how many times he reminded himself that it wouldn’t be forever, it didn’t matter. Without an end date to look forward to; a day when he knew that he would be able to slip back into his body and resume normal life, being a hologram was proving to be a lot more difficult than he had anticipated.

He hated that Rimmer was right.

“Buddy?” Cat said. Lister blinked, and realised that Cat had already finished his second fish and made a start on his third.

“No,” he said. “I don’t need cheering up. I’m fine, Cat. Never better.” He wanted to be alone again. He got up to leave.

“Hey, man, you don’t have to go,” Cat told him. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. You’re a hologram, right, like alphabet head?”

Lister frowned “No, not exactly like…” he shrugged. He didn’t have the energy. “Yeah, I guess so. Temporarily.”

“So all that stuff you’re wearing,” Cat indicated Lister’s general appearance with a distasteful look and a circular wave of his hand. “All that stuff that you so loosely call clothing, it’s not real, right? It doesn’t exist.”

“It does exist,” Lister told him. “It’s just sitting in a drawer somewhere waiting until I can wear it again.”

“Yeah,” Cat said, “but that, right there, that you’re wearing, it’s not real, right? It’s just a picture made out of light. That’s how come I can pass my hand right through it.” He moved his hand toward Lister, who instinctively jumped back out of reach to prevent it passing through his stomach.

Lister glared at him. “Hey, not cool, man. Yeah, so?”

“So answer me this. You could be wearing anything you wanted right now, all you need to do is ask Holly to dress you. So of all the clothes in the universe, why that outfit?”

Lister looked down at his outfit, black trousers with his favourite leather jacket over a replica of a London Jets t-shirt he’d had since he was twenty one. It was a little tighter than it used to be, but it still fit. “What’s wrong with it? It’s what I usually wear.”

Cat shook his head and turned his attention back to his meal. “I think you just answered your own question there, bud.”

(next)

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‘Full Metal Jacket’ actor R. Lee Ermey dies at age 74

R. Lee Ermey, visualized in 2014, appeared in movies as diverse as ‘Mississippi Burning’ and ‘Toy Story.'( Charles Sykes/ AP Images for IAVA and Victory Motorcycles) R. Lee Ermey, a onetime Marine Corps drill instructor known to millions of moviegoers as the fiendish Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in Stanley Kubrick’s “Full Metal Jacket, ” croaked Sunday morning, according to his longtime overseer. He was 74. In a statement posted on Twitter, Bill Rogin supposed Ermey had died due to complications from pneumonia. Statement from R. Lee Ermey’s long time administrator, Bill Rogin: It is with penetrating sadness that I regret to inform you all that R. Lee Ermey( “The Gunny”) passed away this morning from complications of pneumonia. He will be greatly missed by all of us. Semper Fi, Gunny. Godspeed. pic.twitter.com/ vf4O78JKmb — R. Lee Ermey (@ RLeeErmey) April 15, 2018 blockquote > div > “He will be greatly missed by all of us, ” Rogin wrote. “Semper Fi, Gunny. Godspeed.” A Kansas native, Ermey enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1961 at senility 17. He performed for 11 times, including 14 months in Vietnam, before he was removed in 1972. He acted as a technological adviser in Francis Ford Coppola’s 1979 Vietnam War epic, “Apocalypse Now, ” in which he likewise had a small role as apache helicopters pilot. But Ermey didn’t get his big break until eight years later, in Kubrick’s own take on Vietnam. He was primarily supposed to be a technical adviser, but Kubrick offered him the role of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman after reading a demo videotape of Ermey railing at extras while tennis balls flew at him. In his role as a drill master breaking in brand-new Marines at boot camp on Parris Island, S.C ., Ermey hooted his room into movie history by castigating his unfortunate charges. WARNING: VIDEO CONTAINS PROFANITY “Here you are all evenly unimportant, ” Ermey/ Hartman mentions by way of prologue. “And my fiats are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the paraphernalium to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that? “ The main target of Ermey’s wrath is the unfortunate, overweight Private Pyle, played by Vincent D’Onofrio. “Were you born a overweight, creepy, scumbag puke bit of s—, ” Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it? ” the gunnery sergeant-at-law invites in one scene. But having soured Private Pyle into a down machine, Hartman is helpless when his own start-up turns on him, shooting him down the darknes after boot camp graduation after Hartman requests: “What is your major failure, numbnuts? “ Kubrick told Rolling Stone that 50 percent of Ermey’s dialogue in the film was his own. “In the course of hiring the naval drafts, we interviewed hundreds of people. We ordered them all up and did an improvisation of the first meeting with the drill master. They didn’t know what he was going to say, and we could see how they greeted. Lee came up with, I don’t know, 150 sheets of offends, ” Kubrick said. D’Onofrio and “Full Metal Jacket” co-star Matthew Modine tweeted their condolences belatedly Sunday, with Modine excerpting the poet Dylan Thomas. #SemperFidelis Always faithful. Always loyal. Do not disappear gentle into that good night.Rage, violence against the dying of the light. RIP amigo. PVT. Joker #FullMetalJacket @RLeeErmey @StanleyKubrick @vincentdonofrio @ViKu1111 pic.twitter.com/ AYbWQmLxy1 — Matthew Modine (@ MatthewModine) April 15, 2018 blockquote > div > Ermey was the real transaction. The knowledge of him extending creates back excellent storages of our time together. @RLeeErmey @StanleyKubrick @FMJDiary @MatthewModine @AdamBaldwin pic.twitter.com/ XgsItiMqCP — Vincent D’Onofrio (@ vincentdonofrio) April 16, 2018 blockquote > div > “Full Metal Jacket” deserved Ermey a Golden Globe nomination, as well as a occupation dallying expert people — from Mayor Tilman in 1988 ‘s “Mississippi Burning” to little dark-green horde humanity Sarge in the more family-friendly “Toy Story.” In all, Ermey racked up more than 60 recognitions in television and movie, including apperances in “Se7en, ” “Prefontaine, ” and “Toy Soldiers.” He also hosted the History Channel series “Mail Call” and “Lock N’ Load with R. Lee Ermey.” An outspoken republican, Ermey spoke to Fox News in 2016 about being “blackballed” from Hollywood over his government views. “I’ve had a very fruitful occupation. I’ve done over 70 feature film, ” he said. “I’ve done over 200 occurrences of[ Outdoor Channel sequence ‘GunnyTime’ ]… and then[ Hollywood] found out that I’m a conservative.” Actually, he compensated, “I’m an Independent, but I said something bad about the president. I had something unsavory to say about the president’s administration, and even though I did vote for him the first time around, I was blackballed.” Ermey, who was an NRA board member, mentioned at the time that his association with the organization and his disapproval of President Obama cost him playing jobs. “Do you realize I have not done a movie in five to six years? Why? Because I was entirely blackballed by the … radicals in Hollywood, ” he alleged. “They can destroy you. They’re despicable people[ who] don’t only not looks just like you, they want to take out your livelihood … that’s why I live up in the wilderness on a grime artery … I don’t have to put up with their crap.” “He had been substantially missed by all of us, ” Rogin told The Associated Press Sunday. “It is a terrible loss that nobody was prepared for.” Rogin said today while his courages were often hard and principled, the real Ermey was a family man and a kind and amiable feeling who supported the men and women who serve. Fox News’ Sasha Savitsky and The Associated Press contributed to this report . i> On Our Radar Lauer caught on tape TMZ Read more: http :// www.foxnews.com/ leisure/ 2018/04/ 15/ full-metal-jacket-actor-r-lee-ermey-dies-at-age-7 4. html http://dailybuzznetwork.com/index.php/2018/07/04/full-metal-jacket-actor-r-lee-ermey-dies-at-age-74/