Uncommon Dragon Hoards -- there is some nifty art on tumblr. Who knew?
And I have confidence that more people will understand that reference over here.
( Some spoilers, including for one of SG-1's worst episodes )
My levels of excitement for Captain America: The Winter Soldier are approaching the stratosphere. I have to manage expectations, and avoid too much publicity/spoilers.
In other television news, I have Issues with season six of Justified. Whether I write about them? Up in the air.
Work has been insane. And I was exhausted for over a week, which wasn't good.
2. The fact that Mr. Kid is currently asleep and I am getting grown-up internet time.
3. Cecil/Carlos. Just, in general. (Though if you have favorite recs, please share them! I am enamored.)
4. Glass of yummy Spanish white wine.
5. The prospect of a good night's sleep.
It's the simple pleasures in life, really. :-) How are y'all?
Here’s a genuine blast from the past: On Facebook, my pal Gary Mizuhara unearthed our fifth grade class picture from Ben Lomond Elementary School in Covina, California, all the way back in (gasp) 1979. See if you can guess which of these kids is me. I think it’s pretty easy to figure out which one I am, but then, I would.
What were you doing in ’79? “Being a gamete” is an entirely acceptable answer, incidentally.
...when a publisher of a science fiction house explicitly brands everyone else as heretics and interlopers in the House of the Future, she also implicitly argues that no one other than those she’s identified as True Believers should be touching her company’s books — they’re for the small and select in crowd. Sure, maybe once you’ve gone through a complex baptismal process, in which you memorize the Notebooks of Lazarus Long and are able to recite them at a gun range whilst the members of the faithful blaze away with their semi-automatics, then you can be allowed in.
I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS BAPTISMAL PROCESS AND AT THE END OF IT I REALIZED I DIDN'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS.
Let me expand: any version of fandom where me and my peers, as we slide pudgily into middle age in homes where most of the R-value is provided by genre fiction paperbacks, are somehow newcomers, ne'er-do-wells, and the army at the gates is a version of fandom which is so miserably divorced from reality as to be entirely intellectually bankrupt.
The idea that we're a threat to fandom is hilarious because we've been fandom for at least the last couple of decades. Yes, right here on the savage internet not-so-frontier! What were they doing at Baen while this was happening?†
(I am really and truly trying to imagine the fannish people I know as a vicious horde of "fuggheads" -- yes, apparently, at Baen they're too proud to say fuck -- devoted to keeping other folks from freely expressing themselves. We are pretty much the world's lowest-key horde of fuggheads, people. We do things like write essays on the internet. About novels. It's all very dangerous and cutting-edge. You know how dangerous and cutting-edge I am because I use actual cusses in my critical essays about substandard fiction. Woooo.)
I am entirely capable of reading and discussing Heinlein. I cut my infant science fiction teeth on Heinlein. And neither Heinlein nor 'most anyone else involved in the early days of science fiction would have said, "You know what we absolutely don't need in this genre? PROGRESS. Because imagining a society that's got both spaceships AND less bigotry is just flat-out crazypants."
If Baen thinks we're awful, wait until they realize there are still actual teenagers left in the world. And some of them have opinions! About fiction! My God that's going to be funny.
†This means they have no idea how fucking hilarious we find their cover art, doesn't it? And thus we come to understand how that blue lady got on the cover of Bujold's latest. I so feel for her (Bujold, not the blue lady; the blue lady is fictional and therefore presumably didn't have that oh dear moment the rest of us did).
For example, I've gone through several hundred figures and there isn't a single one I can't imagine being a person mid-coitus.
Tribalism is partly driven by the desire to wield power within the tribe, controlling others by policing boundaries and meting out punishments for those who transgress. And it is partly driven by the desire to wield power beyond the tribe — to be affirmed by those despised/envied outsiders who have never noticed or cared what the tribal gatekeepers thought of them.
That results in two different standards — one for judging the statements of insiders and another one for those of outsiders. If some shimmering person outside the tribe says even the most vacuous or ambiguous thing that can be spun positively, it will be seized upon and claimed as an affirmation of the tribe and all its values. If some upstart within the tribe says the identical statement, it will be interpreted in the most hostile light so that the speaker can be condemned as someone who opposes the tribe and its values.
So when the star athlete points to the heavens at his moment of athletic triumph, that single gesture is praised by tribal gatekeepers as a point-by-point endorsement of their complete five-page Statement of Faith and their 25-page political agenda, and all of the athlete’s accomplishments are claimed as the rightful property of the tribe which now embraces him as an honorary member. The gesture and the athlete are praised because they can be spun as some kind of evidence of the legitimacy among outsiders that the tribe desperately desires.
But if some troublemaker from within the tribe — some renegade asking too many questions — should stand and recite the Nicene Creed, every syllable will be parsed for evidence of insincerity and the gatekeepers will declare themselves unimpressed and unconvinced by this vague, shallow gesture.
Imagine, for example, what would happen if someone like, say, Rob Bell were to stand at a microphone on national television and say something like, “When you got God, you got a friend, and that friend is you.”
The gatekeepers would be in an uproar — he’s claiming we’re all gods! they would shout, rending their specially made Velcro rending-garments. Heresy … blasphemy … farewell!
But when Matthew McConaughey says that same phrase at the Academy Awards, his dimples gleaming like the golden statue he holds in triumph, this is pounced upon as an affirmation of the tribe and its values and — especially — of the gatekeepers themselves.
P.S. McConaughey attributed that statement to Charles Laughton, which seems unlikely. Can anybody track down a source for that?
Here’s my favorite line from Laughton — “Sanctuary! Sanctuary!”
...whether I have successfully anything else related to invisible ficathon remains an open question.
But now that I'm not actively avoiding that, I guess I can post a proper update there, maybe!
Fannishly: On Sunday I watched ( the new Cosmos )
( books, ours and borrowed, and flowers )
( exercise details )
So far...we've been rubbish at the training schedule, because I worked too late.
Bryan was in court today. I asked someone who works there to let me know the outcome. Fine and suspended sentence. Not sure how I feel about it. I don't know if prison would do him some good, or put him in touch with some 'real' criminals. Nor do I know why i care.
The weekend was so completely amazing - John worked it all out, with just a tiny bit of help from Mrs H somehow getting us into a corporate box! It was amazing. And we won! And the weather was gorgeous - and Anthea even delivered Mycroft to us, so he didn't miss out! He's home this weekend, so I definitely wasn't expecting to see him - well, I wasn't expecting any of it. It was just brilliant, everything, even my sneaky sergeant fixing the rotas at work.
So...some of you have expressed the need of more pictures of my gorgeous husband.
But clearly if you actually find him irresistible then... you wouldn't be able to resist him. Which would end badly for me.
Therefore I'm only actually using this picture for his (my) own good, right? And he doesn't have any food hanging out of his face! Sorry for the bizarre colour/quality. I messed with my phone setting and don't know how to un-mess.
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Entertainment One Television (Hell on Wheels) and De Laurentiis Co. (Hannibal) are developing a series based on Pohl’s 1977 novel Gateway, set on an abandoned alien space station that has since been taken over by humans. The novel has won a Hugo Award, Locus Award, Nebula Award and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.