It’s not a bad joke, actually. Seen on Twitter:
Is that… is that the Fanta of the Opera? pic.twitter.com/uqEGVFNsRj
— Yacov Freedman (@yzfreedman) October 11, 2017

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It’s not a bad joke, actually. Seen on Twitter:
Is that… is that the Fanta of the Opera? pic.twitter.com/uqEGVFNsRj
— Yacov Freedman (@yzfreedman) October 11, 2017
Mark Hamill, Luke Skywalker himself, tweeted my name.
Here’s how it happened.
It began with, surprisingly enough, William Shatner:
I think @starwars has officially jumped the shark. 😳🙄 Wasn’t @HamillHimself supposed to be in this movie? 🤔 pic.twitter.com/HFiA56hlS3
— William Shatner (@WilliamShatner) October 10, 2017
Mark Hamill, cited by Mr. Shatner, replied:
I think @WilliamShatner has officially jumped the snark.😜😇 You've got your BORGS, Bill- I've got my PORGS, OK? 😎 #TheFarceIsStrongInShatner https://t.co/W28T3sixr3
— @HamillHimself (@HamillHimself) October 10, 2017
Funny reply! Until, that is, a Star Trek geek from the Buffalo, NY area felt the need to point out that Mr. Shatner never faced the Borg on Star Trek. They came along for Patrick Stewart’s tenure as Enterprise captain.
Sayeth the Trek geek from Buffalo:
The Borg? That was Patrick Stewart, NOT Mr. Shatner! Come ON, Mr. Hamill!!!
— Kelly Sedinger (@Jaquandor) October 10, 2017
And then, replyeth Mr. Hamill:
That tweet was from someone who once flunked a #StarWars trivia quiz. Why would I do any better w/ #StarTrek minutia? Come ON, Mr. Sedinger!
— @HamillHimself (@HamillHimself) October 10, 2017
Squeee! Proof for eternity that for a period of time–who cares if it was mere seconds long–Mark Hamill was aware of my existence!
I, of course, couldn’t allow Mr. Hamill the last word, so:
Well, might as well bring a third franchise into the mix…. 🙂 pic.twitter.com/Q8Yfcy0jc3
— Kelly Sedinger (@Jaquandor) October 10, 2017
And as of this writing, there we stand.
Sometimes the future is kind of cool, in amidst the moments of existential dread and the ongoing awareness that everything is terrible.
Here’s something I’ve never heard before: The Mask of the Red Death, a work for harp and string quartet by Andre Caplet. Caplet was a French composer and a contemporary of Claude Debussy, and in fact his most noted work seems to have been orchestrations of the great master’s works. Caplet’s work here is based on the famous story by Edgar Allan Poe, and it is an eerily effective piece of mood music, employing a number of sonic effects throughout in addition to tonal moods that suggest atonality.
Obviously denim is one of my favorite things on Earth. Few things are more comfortable than well-worn denim that has been broken in over years.

I have, of course, discovered this by several lucky purchases of raw denim overalls.
You can find raw denim overalls pretty easily. Any Tractor Supply store or other workwear establishment will have them. (A good local place is McKay’s Work Clothing in South Buffalo.) Vintage raw denim overalls are another matter. They often go for princely sums that are way higher than I’m willing to pay for such things, but it’s always the case with places like eBay that you never know. You might go months without seeing a good deal on the thing that you want, and then one day, there it is, and for a decent price, too. This happened for me twice in the last year, when I was able to buy two different pairs of raw denim Lee overalls for a song (both for less than what a new pair of Carhartts would set me back these days).
The Lee overalls of the “vintage” era, roughly the 50s through the 80s, have always been my “platonic ideal” of what overalls should be. I love the shape of the bib pocket, the shape of the back part, even the shape of the back pockets and the brass hardware. When I think of overalls, this is what I tend to picture.
(Photos chosen via a Google image search.)
I’ve owned several pairs of Lee overalls for years now, two in blue denim and one in hickory stripe.

Raw denim is a true nerd’s category of clothing, the rare subset of fashion that is the domain mostly of men, and thus overrun by complicated terminology and geeks eager to tell you you’re doing it wrong. Basically, though, what “raw” amounts to is denim that wasn’t washed to soften it up (and remove excess indigo dye) before it was sent out into the world — though mine had been Sanforized, or soaked, to pre-shrink them. Raw denim is also usually made of nearly pure cotton — so minimal-to-no Lycra or spandex or what have you, the stuff that gives stretchy jeans their elasticity. What you lose in immediate flexibility, you gain in durability: They’re harder to stretch, but also harder to stretch out. My pair arrived on my doorstep deep blue, stiff, and difficult. Then it became my job to find the patience and persistence to wear them into shape.
There’s a process with raw denim, it turns out: you’re actually not supposed to just toss them into the washer and dryer right off the bat, nor are you supposed to wash them frequently. An initial soaking-and-drying, without soap, followed by wearing a lot with intermittent re-soakings and gentle washings (hand-washing in a tub with a bit of soap is recommended) followed by line-dryings only, is what’s called for. In this way the denim will slowly break in and wear in exact ways that correspond to your body and the way you wear it.
Here’s how the ran denim overalls compare, side-by-side with one of my long-broken-in pairs:


Last, they hang on the line to dry. This takes forever. When you thoroughly soak denim, it holds water for a long time. This is not a process for the impatient.

It’s October, which is usually my favorite month of the year. We’re off to a rocky start this year, aren’t we…but life still must go on.
I’m doing a theme to the Tone Poems for this entire month, starting today. Since we’re approaching Halloween, we’ll be doing spooky music, or music that meditates on life’s darker aspects. Here is one of my favorite works of all time, by one of my very favorite composers of all time: “The Isle of the Dead” by Sergei Rachmaninov.
Seen on Facebook and now stolen.
Visit the cartoonist’s website! His name is Kaamran Hafeez. I’ve probably seen his work before, as he has been published in LOTS of places.