Congratulations bhskittykatt, winner of a .pdf copy of my short story "Buster"! bhskittykatt's favorite dinosaur is the brontosaurus, better known as the apatosaurus, although neither name is technically wrong to use.
I used the highly scientific method of selecting a winner by writing all the names on little pieces of paper, putting them in a Santa hat I had lying around, and then drawing one out.
Don't forget, you can still buy a copy of "Buster" at the Amazon Kindle or B&N Nook stores for the low, low price of .99!
And if SF is more your thing, check out my short story "Christmas Eve in New London" in the anthology Dark Stars!
I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday season, and I'll be back in 2013!
Friday, December 28, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Dark Stars by Earthbound Fiction and the Christmas Spirit
My latest release is not only the only read SF story I've ever written, it's also seasonally appropriate!
"Christmas Even in New London" just came out in Earthbound Fiction's anthology Dark Stars. I've read through the whole anthology and I have to say, it's pretty damn sweet.
"New London" actually grew out of my response to a challenge from Writer's Weekly; a couple years ago I tackled one of their 24-hour short story contests. While I strayed pretty far from the prompt (and didn't win the contest) I felt the story had potential so I expanded it and came up with what I feel is a decent little SF piece that explores loss, longing, and doing wrong with the best intentions.
You can find it here!
And remember, there's still time to leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an e-copy of my story "Buster", a madcap romp- with dinosaurs!
"Christmas Even in New London" just came out in Earthbound Fiction's anthology Dark Stars. I've read through the whole anthology and I have to say, it's pretty damn sweet.
"New London" actually grew out of my response to a challenge from Writer's Weekly; a couple years ago I tackled one of their 24-hour short story contests. While I strayed pretty far from the prompt (and didn't win the contest) I felt the story had potential so I expanded it and came up with what I feel is a decent little SF piece that explores loss, longing, and doing wrong with the best intentions.
You can find it here!
And remember, there's still time to leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an e-copy of my story "Buster", a madcap romp- with dinosaurs!
Monday, December 24, 2012
Merry Christmas Friends!
Merry Christmas! Here is my gift; a clip from the greatest Christmas movie ever. Because nothing says love and cheer and goodwill toward men like killing the nasty old lady who bullies everyone in town.
And remember, get yourself a Christmas gift by leaving me a comment on my previous post! If your name is drawn from a hat this Friday, you get a FREE .pdf copy of my story "Buster", currently available for the Kindle and Nook!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Win a Really Cool New Story! About Dinosaurs!
IT'S OUT! My longish short story, "Buster" is now available on Amazon's Kindle Store and on Barnes & Noble's Nook Store. It has been a long road to publication for this one, and I want to thank my editor, Darwin Garrison, for his tenacity and hard work (and I want to thank Jennifer Miller for that sweet-ass illustration!).
Here's a summary of the story, from Amazon:
Matt Conway never expected his life to shift into high gear just because he rented a car. When a curious sound from his trunk leads to a discovery of massively avian proportions, though, suddenly he's hanging on for all he's worth just to avoid getting run over by the possibilities. From his relationship with his best female friend, Jane (who is anything but plain) to scrambling to outwit creepy corporate mad scientist wannabes, Matt had better keep his wits about him as he races to keep his new best friend, Buster, off the dissection table!
It's a bit funny, a bit madcap, and hopefully a pretty good read. And it's a whopping 99 cents, which at around 9,000 words works out to...I don't know, I hate math. But it's a lot of words per penny!
But wait, there's more! I'm giving away one free copy of "Buster" on this blog, in .pdf form so even if you don't have a Kindle/Nook/e-reader app on your PC, you can still check it out. All you have to do it reply to this post with a comment telling me what your favorite kind of dinosaur is. I'll let this contest run for one week, and next Friday I will put all the names in a hat and let my toddler pull one out.
My favorite dinosaur is, oddly enough, not the oviraptor, but the triceratops (yeah, yeah...torosaurus. I KNOW.).
So pick a Mesozoic favorite and win a copy of "Buster"! Well, one of you will. The rest have to pay cash money for it (and if you do read it, please leave a review wherever you bought it! Even if you hated it, let me know). Good luck!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Icecapade!
This is not particularly writing -related, but I am sick and Simon's cat never fails to make me smile. Here's the newest one, in which Simon's cat is outsmarted by Simon's kitten (you'd think after all his trials with one cat, Simon would have been bright enough not to acquire another...but cats, like dust bunnies- and books-, have a tendency to just start piling up).
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Help a Broad Out!
Hey friends! As you may or may not know, I am a member of Broad Universe, an organization devoted to promoting the work of female specfic authors (ha, Broad Universe...get it?). Recently one of our number revealed that she's facing a rough upcoming personal battle (she has pointed out that she doesn't usually reveal personal details to people on the Internet, so I won't go into specifics) and will need a lot of support, both emotional and financial.
S.A. Bolich doesn't want donations, but you can help out by buying her books that are available on Amazon: Firedancer and Windrider. I haven't read them yet but the reviews are great and the series' summary sounds really cool.
You can buy her books here and here, and her official website is here.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Writing and Music: Two Great Things That Go Better Together
When I write, I usually have some background noise to soothe my brain into thinking of only one thing at once. Sometimes it's music, sometimes Law & Order (since I discovered that Netflix has the first eight seasons on Instant Stream...I love me some Lenny Briscoe). I've found that some music can definitely influence what you write though. Sometimes that can be a good thing.
For instance, Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell albums are so fantastically overwrought that if you can listen while writing and siphon off just a fraction of that emotion, you can construct a pretty damn good scene of despair, angst and, eventually, hope.
I LOVE THIS VIDEO. Shut up. I love it and I don't care who knows it.
Now, I don't like sappy, drooly love scenes. So if my love scene looks like it's getting slobbery, I remind myself to write it straight with The Pretenders.
Need an angry character? Linkin Park. Oh, yes. Linkin Park.
Writing horror? Try Apocalyptica's terrifying version of Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King. It kind of makes you think you're probably not leaving this mountain alive.
But if you're writing epic fantasy, you might to have a listen to...Epica. I actually saw them in concert a few days ago. I hadn't been to a concert since my son was born, and I'd forgotten how metal concerts make the walls tremble and the floor vibrate.
I think my hearing is almost back to normal.
And if you want someone to die in a terribly tragic manner, you can't go wrong with Queen.
And I'm throwing this in just because it's awesome and I think it's hilarious. With as many members as The Black-Eyed Peas has (there's like six people in that band) you'd think at least one of them would have talent. But it's like a perfect storm of suck. This video not only makes them better, but reminds us of how to tell the difference between a human and an android, which will be important to know during the coming machine wars.
For instance, Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell albums are so fantastically overwrought that if you can listen while writing and siphon off just a fraction of that emotion, you can construct a pretty damn good scene of despair, angst and, eventually, hope.
I LOVE THIS VIDEO. Shut up. I love it and I don't care who knows it.
Now, I don't like sappy, drooly love scenes. So if my love scene looks like it's getting slobbery, I remind myself to write it straight with The Pretenders.
Need an angry character? Linkin Park. Oh, yes. Linkin Park.
Writing horror? Try Apocalyptica's terrifying version of Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King. It kind of makes you think you're probably not leaving this mountain alive.
But if you're writing epic fantasy, you might to have a listen to...Epica. I actually saw them in concert a few days ago. I hadn't been to a concert since my son was born, and I'd forgotten how metal concerts make the walls tremble and the floor vibrate.
I think my hearing is almost back to normal.
And if you want someone to die in a terribly tragic manner, you can't go wrong with Queen.
And I'm throwing this in just because it's awesome and I think it's hilarious. With as many members as The Black-Eyed Peas has (there's like six people in that band) you'd think at least one of them would have talent. But it's like a perfect storm of suck. This video not only makes them better, but reminds us of how to tell the difference between a human and an android, which will be important to know during the coming machine wars.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Boris Strugatsky Dead at 79
Boris Strugatsky, one (and the surviving) half of the legendary writing team the Strugatsky Brothers, passed away yesterday at the age of 79 (his brother Arkady died in 1991).
They were barely known in the US, but these Russian authors were, in my opinion, among the finest SF writers of the 20th century, writing thoughtful, original, compelling stories.
If you're interested in checking them out, I highly recommend their most famous work, the novel Roadside Picnic (which was made into a Tartovsky film called Stalker). The latest US edition is a trade paperback that includes a fascinating afterword by Boris, describing the novel's torturous route to publication in the former USSR.
The book tells of a slightly-future world, in which aliens have abruptly descended and just as suddenly left, with no explanation of their brief presence. In their wake are large areas in several parts of the world filled with their leavings; strange alien technology. Only scientists are legally allowed into the zones to retrieve items for study, but most of the scientists (and some private collectors) are happy to hire stalkers, men who are reckless or desperate enough to enter and face things that make no sense in a human world and have no application they can figure out. Many of them end up dead, zapped by objects they can't understand.
The novel follows one particular stalker, and through him shows us the most poignant part of the story: that even the surviving stalkers don't escape unscathed; in fact, their children pay the price for their parent's exposure to the zone.We must watch as our main character's daughter slowly devolves (evolves) into something less (or more?) than human.
It's an amazing book, but is also just one amazing story among many the Strugatskys authored. Give them a chance, and you'll be sucked in as surely as I was.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Obsessions
There's three stacks and another bookcase I didn't photograph, because they were too messy. Even worse than my manga bookshelves there. >sweatdrop<
Friday, November 9, 2012
In the Rainforest, Everything Wants You Dead
Sorry to any arachnophobes who stumble upon this. I used to be a massive arachnophobe until I had a kid and a husband who is rarely home. You learn to get over stuff real quick because you don't want your children to learn your phobias. I still don't LIKE spiders, but I can tolerate them (or squish them if they are unusually large and/or aggressive- I can live with spiders in the corners, but if they're strolling across the living room floor and give me the 'wassup' head nod...that's a little cocky).
All that to say, I have a new story available! "Spawn of the Spider God" is now out in Fantastic Horror's new "Mythos Revisted" issue now on the Amazon Kindle store and in paperback from Createspace. My husband said this story of mine is particularly disturbing because, being a cringing arachnophobe at the time I wrote it, I knew exactly how to describe my beasties for maximum reader discomfort.
What's it about, you say?
Hundreds of men have vanished into the Amazon while searching for the fabled Lost City of Gold. Perhaps that's because...they found it.
The idea struck me while reading The Lost City of Z, a book about famed explorer Percy Fawcett who, along with his son and a friend, disappeared into the jungle around the turn of the century. It's a great book if you like vanished explorers. In addition, after reading River of Doubt (about Teddy Roosevelt's near-disastrous jaunt into the Amazon) I became consumed with the idea that, in the rainforest, everything wants you dead. Every animal, every plant, every bacterium, every speck of dirt that will work its way into a wound, infecting it so you die painfully and slowly.
In my story, the things that want you dead are a little bigger than a speck of dirt.
But enough about me. What do you think of me?
All that to say, I have a new story available! "Spawn of the Spider God" is now out in Fantastic Horror's new "Mythos Revisted" issue now on the Amazon Kindle store and in paperback from Createspace. My husband said this story of mine is particularly disturbing because, being a cringing arachnophobe at the time I wrote it, I knew exactly how to describe my beasties for maximum reader discomfort.
What's it about, you say?
Hundreds of men have vanished into the Amazon while searching for the fabled Lost City of Gold. Perhaps that's because...they found it.
The idea struck me while reading The Lost City of Z, a book about famed explorer Percy Fawcett who, along with his son and a friend, disappeared into the jungle around the turn of the century. It's a great book if you like vanished explorers. In addition, after reading River of Doubt (about Teddy Roosevelt's near-disastrous jaunt into the Amazon) I became consumed with the idea that, in the rainforest, everything wants you dead. Every animal, every plant, every bacterium, every speck of dirt that will work its way into a wound, infecting it so you die painfully and slowly.
In my story, the things that want you dead are a little bigger than a speck of dirt.
But enough about me. What do you think of me?
Thursday, November 8, 2012
My Triumphant Return
So I spent Halloween day to this past Monday taking part in the Greatest Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. It was created last year by Misha Collins, who is apparently in Supernatural (he plays an angel or the devil or God or something). The goal was to break the Guinness record for largest scavenger hunt. Well, they did, and it was so successful they did it this year too.
Now, my BFF is a huge Supernatural fan, so she joined up last year and asked me to help with a couple items. The challenges on the list (there are around 200) are insane; last year I had to make a copy of The Last Supper with action figures (Hulk Hogan was Jesus) and take a big bite of a meatball sub with mint chocolate chip ice cream on it. But it was fun, so fun I decided to register myself this year and become an official team member. If anything, the items were even weirder this year than last year, but here are the ones I completed (the BFF persuaded a firefighter to pose in front of a fire truck wearing nothing but a loincloth fashioned from kale, so she's a GISHWHES goddess...my contributions are as nothing compared to hers!).
One item called for a picture of a flea strip club. FLEA! Get it? I crack myself up.
This diorama is one of the most disturbing things I have ever created, actually.
In another, two people fighting in armor made of kitchenware. Here a friend and I (I'm on the right) go all gladiator and shit.
Here the husband and I kiss with twelve food items between us (Hershey's kisses, harhar).
The last one I'll post (the others have images of my kid, or personal information, or are GISHWHES in-jokes). My conception of what the most secret storage room in Area 51 looks like. Poor Mulder.
So I am back now. And tomorrow I should have a new story available, so I'll let everyone know. Looking forward to GISHWHES 2013!
Now, my BFF is a huge Supernatural fan, so she joined up last year and asked me to help with a couple items. The challenges on the list (there are around 200) are insane; last year I had to make a copy of The Last Supper with action figures (Hulk Hogan was Jesus) and take a big bite of a meatball sub with mint chocolate chip ice cream on it. But it was fun, so fun I decided to register myself this year and become an official team member. If anything, the items were even weirder this year than last year, but here are the ones I completed (the BFF persuaded a firefighter to pose in front of a fire truck wearing nothing but a loincloth fashioned from kale, so she's a GISHWHES goddess...my contributions are as nothing compared to hers!).
One item called for a picture of a flea strip club. FLEA! Get it? I crack myself up.
This diorama is one of the most disturbing things I have ever created, actually.
In another, two people fighting in armor made of kitchenware. Here a friend and I (I'm on the right) go all gladiator and shit.
Here the husband and I kiss with twelve food items between us (Hershey's kisses, harhar).
The last one I'll post (the others have images of my kid, or personal information, or are GISHWHES in-jokes). My conception of what the most secret storage room in Area 51 looks like. Poor Mulder.
So I am back now. And tomorrow I should have a new story available, so I'll let everyone know. Looking forward to GISHWHES 2013!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Happy Halloween!
Happy Halloween from Iron Man and Black Widow! They are taking time out from saving the world from Thanos' freaky armies to trick-or-treat at the zoo! Even though Stark could buy all the candy in the world if he wanted.
And my newest issue of The Fortean Times came today, so I get to read it (by flashlight) while freezing my ass off in the driveway waiting for kids to come get free sugar.
I LOVE HALLOWEEN!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Tales From the (Former) Day Job
These days I'm a stay-at-home mom, but I used to be a full-time bookseller (I still cover shifts at my old store. It's so much easier to be nice to customers when you only work a couple days a month!). This post on Publisher's Weekly made me recall the crazy questions I got.
Most customers were fine, but some were one of two extremes: either they thought the booksellers were subhuman because we worked retail, or they thought that because we worked at a popular independent bookstore, we were gods with all the knowledge in the world. There were so many "I need a book, I heard about it on NPR three weeks ago and I think it was about a war but I can't remember which one"-type requests that they're not even worth mentioning here. But we got some doozies.
There was the kid who wanted The Anarchist's Cookbook. We didn't have it, but could order it. He didn't want to give me his name and address for the order. "I'll just go to Amazon," he smirked. Yes, because when you order things online they don't require your name and address. >rolls eyes< At least I am reasonably sure he never got it and didn't pipe-bomb his school.
There was the man who marched up to the information desk and barked, "The World is Flat!" (a popular title at the time). Since he couldn't be bothered to act like a civilized person, I grinned and said, "That's not what I learned in school!" The other customers nearby laughed. He did not.
Another woman asked, "Do you have the Holy Grail?" (I knew she wanted Holy Blood, Holy Grail, which was popular after The Da Vinci Code came out). She wasn't being rude, she was just flustered, so I didn't reply, "If I did, would I be working here?".
Once a woman called and said, "What's the name of that song they play on >radio station< all the time? It's like, "Craaaaaazy...". I had no clue. I found the number of the station for her, but she couldn't believe I didn't know what song she wanted. Later a co-worker heard the story and identified the song as being by Gnarls Barkley.
There are hundreds more that I could never remember, but the above are my favorites. Are there any other booksellers out there with awesomely weird customer questions to share?
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Bear in Love and Painting the Basement- a 2 for 1 post!
The other day I took my son to our regular story time at a local bookstore. That day they happened to have Will Hillenbrand- a popular local kids' book illustrator- there to read his newest book, Bear in Love. It's a sweet little story and the illustrations are gorgeous, so I bought a copy for my friend's daughter, who has a birthday coming up. This is how Mr. Hillenbrand signed it when he found out it was a birthday gift:
Very cute. I love it when authors do something extra when signing. Of course, if you're Stephen King, you probably don't have time to personally sign all 4,000 copies of your latest novel for all the fans in line, but if it can be accomplished, it's something most people will never forget.
In other news, I have been painting our basement. After an unfortunate sewage drain backup (guess who got to clean the initial grossness up?) that soaked into the basement carpet, the insurance company decided to pay to recarpet the entire basement plus stairs- because our original carpet was SO OLD they couldn't find a match anywhere. Works for us! I'd been wanting to paint the basement for a while (it was industrial gray) so this was the perfect opportunity- and I don't have to use a drop cloth since the carpet is done for anyway.
It's been almost a week and I am nearly finished (I am doing every step of this solo, and the basement is about the same size as the entire upper floor, so...yeah). While I was working the other night I thought that painting is kind of like writing. You get it finished, realize there's a bunch of missed spots and places where the old pain shows through and where you got new paint on the ceiling, and have to go back and cover them up. And then you notice more after that and do it again. Which is great, you don't want to do a sloppy job. But at some point you have to say 'good enough' and put a bookcase in front of that chipped spot. Otherwise you'd be working on this paint job forever and never move to another. At some point you have to stop worrying your story like a terrier with a rat and say, "Good enough."
Of course, in writing more than likely an editor will come back at you with more changes and things you STILL missed after 14 read-throughs. And that's their job and you should take them seriously. But initially, when the project is all yours, at some point you have to let go.
Personally, I'm glad we have a lot of bookcases in the basement.
Very cute. I love it when authors do something extra when signing. Of course, if you're Stephen King, you probably don't have time to personally sign all 4,000 copies of your latest novel for all the fans in line, but if it can be accomplished, it's something most people will never forget.
In other news, I have been painting our basement. After an unfortunate sewage drain backup (guess who got to clean the initial grossness up?) that soaked into the basement carpet, the insurance company decided to pay to recarpet the entire basement plus stairs- because our original carpet was SO OLD they couldn't find a match anywhere. Works for us! I'd been wanting to paint the basement for a while (it was industrial gray) so this was the perfect opportunity- and I don't have to use a drop cloth since the carpet is done for anyway.
It's been almost a week and I am nearly finished (I am doing every step of this solo, and the basement is about the same size as the entire upper floor, so...yeah). While I was working the other night I thought that painting is kind of like writing. You get it finished, realize there's a bunch of missed spots and places where the old pain shows through and where you got new paint on the ceiling, and have to go back and cover them up. And then you notice more after that and do it again. Which is great, you don't want to do a sloppy job. But at some point you have to say 'good enough' and put a bookcase in front of that chipped spot. Otherwise you'd be working on this paint job forever and never move to another. At some point you have to stop worrying your story like a terrier with a rat and say, "Good enough."
Of course, in writing more than likely an editor will come back at you with more changes and things you STILL missed after 14 read-throughs. And that's their job and you should take them seriously. But initially, when the project is all yours, at some point you have to let go.
Personally, I'm glad we have a lot of bookcases in the basement.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Snoopthulhu
Check out my awesome new shirt. It's H.P. Charlie LoveBrownCraft and Snoopthulhu (yeah, I am wearing it in the picture).
Like it? Sorry, it was a Teefury shirt and only available for 24 hours about a week ago. But check out their site, they have lots of Lovecraftian shirts off anf on!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
R.I.P. Clementine Limberdark
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I lost my first RPG character last
weekend. It was my first loss, and also my first RPG character; yes,
I went down in my very first campaign. The game was Lamentations
of the Flame Princess, which is similar to D&D but weirder
and more vulgar (there's a campaign-level monster called The Time
Fucker. Seriously.). Our GM chose a campaign called The Grinding Gear
for my first foray into tabletop gaming. The Grinding Gear is what is
popularly known as a 'fuck you' dungeon.
Thanks, Ed.
Her name was Clementine Limberdark, and
she was a halfling. She left her village shortly after two of the
other party members (who had played a campaign before with the same
characters) unleashed a zombie apocalypse upon the world of
Lamentations. She was searching for adventure, and found it
when she was napping a tree and fell out of it right on top of the
party, who happened to be passing beneath it.
I won't go into the grisly details, but
in the course of four sessions poor Clem was volunteered by the
others to check out every narrow hole and crevice no one else could
fit into. She was terrorized by blood-sucking bats, attacked by a
giant face-eating spider, nearly melted by green slime, tossed into a
hole filled with headless zombie corpses, bitten by venomous
centipedes, and finally, while fleeing something called a gelatinous
cube, fell and hit her head, knocking herself out. At this point she
had negative HP, which I didn't know was possible, and was
unconscious, carried by my husband's demon elf from a hell dimension.
While still comatose, we encountered a puzzle that meant the party
had to recall some trivia from an earlier encounter. The surviving
members (our thief having been taken out by poison gas earlier)
couldn't recall the right answer. This resulted in all of us being
electrocuted. And since Clem was already weakened...she bought the
farm. The two losers who couldn't answer the question survived the
entire game (well, since I was trying to help- from beyond my coma whoooooo- and I couldn't remember either, I guess I am also a loser), which was remarkable since the dungeon was basically
designed to kill people quickly and brutally.
Rest in peace, little halfling. I'll
have to reboot for the next campaign with Clem's cousin, halfling
Cornelia Whistlebottom.
This entire episode brought to mind a
panel I attended at Gen Con. It was a live taping of the podcast
Writing Excuses (co-hosted by writing GoH Brandon Sanderson).
They spoke to a writer/editor who complained of people trying to turn
their RPG campaigns into novels. I had to snicker because, even
though I was only three-quarters of the way through my first game, I
knew that idea was ridiculous.
For instance, my friend's character in
this game was the brother of his earlier character, who died while
bringing about the zombie apocalypse. That guy was Hawk Aeonseeker.
In keeping with the bird theme, Hawk's illustrious brother was
Cockatiel Aeonseeker. Cock for short.
Cue two hours of cock jokes (the best:
we were being attacked by mosquito bats, which suck blood. One landed
on Cockatiel Aeonseeker. The thief cried, “Stop sucking on Cock!”).
Sadly, my friend is a lunatic when it comes to these games and will
press every button, pull every lever, and open every door he finds.
So Cock didn't last long in the Fuck You Dungeon. This necessitated a
replacement character who happened to wander in through the dungeon
door we had left open...and later, another replacement who also
wandered in through the same open door. This is highly amusing in an
RPG. Not so much in a novel. The readers are going to rebel against
such a nonsensical entrance, as they should. And while it's fine to
kill off main characters in order to keep your readers on their toes,
it's not really okay to go through them like tissues.
Also- and this probably isn't true of
every campaign- The Grinding Gear was very, very repetitive. Clem's
electrocution came after going through four identical rooms wired to
kill, each with a trivia question. There were endless corridors,
oubliettes, rooms we had to examine minutely. It's interesting when
you're doing it, but reading about it is going to put anyone to
sleep.
So don't novelize your campaign, for
God's sake. And pray for Clash Nemesis, successor to both Cock
Aeonseeker and Purity Grimoire. With Alex controlling him, he's going
to need all the help he can get in our next game.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Before Gangnam Style...
YATTA!
For some reason I was thinking of this in the car as I drove back from the grocery. It never fails to make me laugh. This time I was laughing to myself so hard I almost screwed up on the roundabout by our house.
I think my favorite part is when the man gets blown off by the chick on the sidewalk and all his friends run out to comfort him in their sneakers and underpants. And no one on the street even seems to notice.
For some reason I was thinking of this in the car as I drove back from the grocery. It never fails to make me laugh. This time I was laughing to myself so hard I almost screwed up on the roundabout by our house.
I think my favorite part is when the man gets blown off by the chick on the sidewalk and all his friends run out to comfort him in their sneakers and underpants. And no one on the street even seems to notice.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Literary Pin-up Girls!
I think I am the only person in the world (well, among my friends anyway) who wasn't particularly impressed by Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind. I won't go into why, but I'm not a drooling fan like everyone else I know. Yet today I happened across this post on his blog...and I just e-mailed the husband to tell him we need this calendar.
Literary Pin-Up Calendar
I love books, and I love many of the authors in this year's calendar, and I love pin-ups (they're so playful and cute!- and I like a nice rack as much as the next girl). I can't wait to see the Bradbury girl, the Beagle girl, the Martin girl...well, all the girls.
I do have to say I am glad this calendar doesn't feature the authors dressed as pin-ups though.
Literary Pin-Up Calendar
I love books, and I love many of the authors in this year's calendar, and I love pin-ups (they're so playful and cute!- and I like a nice rack as much as the next girl). I can't wait to see the Bradbury girl, the Beagle girl, the Martin girl...well, all the girls.
I do have to say I am glad this calendar doesn't feature the authors dressed as pin-ups though.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Stan Lee!
I don't do this very often, but I'm presenting to my followers a chance to help a kid meet his hero.
I became acquainted with David Wilde through the Gen Con forums. He writes an ongoing SF epic on his blog, and also blogs about the daily challenges of being high-functioning autistic and living with a son who has the same diagnosis, plus possible bipolar disorder.
This poor kid has had a rough couple years, and David thinks that meeting his hero will make a world of difference. I honestly don't know much about autism, but I do have a son, and I know if he had a chance to meet his hero I would do whatever I needed to do in order to make it happen.
(Of course, it helps that the kid's hero is Stan Lee, comic god of awesomeness. I can always get behind that).
So if you have a few extra dollars, please consider throwing them David's way so he can make his son's dream come true.
http://thewildeman2.blogspot.com/2012/09/send-this-autistic-10-year-old-to-meet.html
I became acquainted with David Wilde through the Gen Con forums. He writes an ongoing SF epic on his blog, and also blogs about the daily challenges of being high-functioning autistic and living with a son who has the same diagnosis, plus possible bipolar disorder.
This poor kid has had a rough couple years, and David thinks that meeting his hero will make a world of difference. I honestly don't know much about autism, but I do have a son, and I know if he had a chance to meet his hero I would do whatever I needed to do in order to make it happen.
(Of course, it helps that the kid's hero is Stan Lee, comic god of awesomeness. I can always get behind that).
So if you have a few extra dollars, please consider throwing them David's way so he can make his son's dream come true.
http://thewildeman2.blogspot.com/2012/09/send-this-autistic-10-year-old-to-meet.html
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Eureka!
Every once in a while, in writing, you have one of those "Eureka!" moments. It's when something comes together in your head, or you have some awesome revelation that opens up a character. They're uncommon but when they happens it's like God Himself just poked you.
My favorite Eureka moment occurred a few years ago when I was working on my first novel. In the story, my main character is seeking revenge. However, he is completely, utterly unsuited to violent acts of vengeance; his temperment is gentle. Everyone in the novel sees this but him. Still, he thinks he wants revenge.
I knew that wasn't really what he wanted, but I didn't know what he did want. I puzzled and puzzled 'til my puzzler was sore, with no luck.
At the time I worked in a bookstore. One day while straightened kids' pictures books I came across a (then)new title by Patrick McDonnell, cartoonist and animal activist who created the adorable strip Mutts. He had done a couple books before and I thought they were sweet, so I skimmed through the new one, Just Like Heaven.
In the book, the cat Mooch falls asleep under a tree. When he wakes up he is surrounded by fog, and since he is a cat and not really capable of critical thinking, he decides he must be in Heaven. He then takes a tour of 'Heaven', seeing his familiar places with the idea that they must be Heaven. The idea, of course, is that Heaven is a lot like home.
Reading it, I realized what my character secretly wanted. He wanted Heaven. More specifically, he wanted home.
It was brilliant. I was nicer to customers than I had been in weeks. I couldn't stop smiling. EUREKA!
As much as writing can feel like banging your head against a brick wall, these rare moments of clarity make it all worthwhile. So keep on truckin', waiting for the next Eureka moment.
My favorite Eureka moment occurred a few years ago when I was working on my first novel. In the story, my main character is seeking revenge. However, he is completely, utterly unsuited to violent acts of vengeance; his temperment is gentle. Everyone in the novel sees this but him. Still, he thinks he wants revenge.
I knew that wasn't really what he wanted, but I didn't know what he did want. I puzzled and puzzled 'til my puzzler was sore, with no luck.
At the time I worked in a bookstore. One day while straightened kids' pictures books I came across a (then)new title by Patrick McDonnell, cartoonist and animal activist who created the adorable strip Mutts. He had done a couple books before and I thought they were sweet, so I skimmed through the new one, Just Like Heaven.
In the book, the cat Mooch falls asleep under a tree. When he wakes up he is surrounded by fog, and since he is a cat and not really capable of critical thinking, he decides he must be in Heaven. He then takes a tour of 'Heaven', seeing his familiar places with the idea that they must be Heaven. The idea, of course, is that Heaven is a lot like home.
Reading it, I realized what my character secretly wanted. He wanted Heaven. More specifically, he wanted home.
It was brilliant. I was nicer to customers than I had been in weeks. I couldn't stop smiling. EUREKA!
As much as writing can feel like banging your head against a brick wall, these rare moments of clarity make it all worthwhile. So keep on truckin', waiting for the next Eureka moment.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Gen Con Report Day 4: The End
Sunday we hauled ourselves out of bed
and started packing. Even though we hadn't bought much, it still
seems like we had way more stuff than we came with, which always
happens.
I put on my favorite outfit- cute
skirt, Hello Kitty t-shirt, Hello Kitty shoes (no, seriously), knee
socks, adorable lion necklace, and braids. I was like a pastel Sanrio
nightmare. I hit the only panel I planned on for that day: a 9 a.m.
discussion on how to end your stories. Once again, I was entertained
but not particularly informed, as most of what the panelists
suggested was pretty basic stuff.
My husband had been waiting outside the
dealers' room with a ton of other people until it opened at 10. By
the time I got there around 10:10 the crowd was clear, so I waltzed
in and over to Meg Lyman's table. The cuttlefish print I bought on
Saturday made me so happy that I decided I needed more. I told her
this, she seemed touched and I think she actually gave me a discount
on the other two pieces I purchased.
I met the husband outside True Dungeon
(we'll have to do that someday, maybe when the kid is old enough to
come and enjoy it). He had a massive pyramid of Warhammer miniature
boxes. He'd already bought a new rules book which is REALLY pretty,
at least, as pretty as 40K could ever get. He spent a couple hundred
but it was still far cheaper than buying his army elsewhere. I don't
remember what they are exactly. Death Angels? Something like that.
They look like robots.
We traipsed back to the hotel, checked
out with a minimum of fuss and sat down to wait for the valet to
retrieve our vehicle. And waited. And waited. Half an hour we sat
outside with out stuff, among others all waiting for their cars as
well, most of them toting much larger amounts of stuff. It appeared
only two valets were actually working. They were apologetic about the
wait and of course we didn't hold it against them, but you'd think
the hotel would schedule more employees on a day when lots of people
are likely to be checking out.
And that was the end of our Gen Con
2012 adventure. We'll be back next year, hopefully with me in a new
costume (hee hee...>evil twining of fingers<). See you then!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Gen Con Day 3: SHAZAM!
Saturday came after Friday, as it
usually does. Saturday I couldn't drag my butt downstairs to the
treadmill; in fact, I didn't even get up at the time assigned to the
alarm clock, which is why I missed my first panel.
That say I costumed as one of my
favorite superheroines- though she's partly my favorite because she
has a costume that isn't made of spandex or particularly
slutty-looking. Mary Marvel is the twin sister of Captain Marvel, and
if you want people to yell “Shazam!” at you all day, wearing a
Marvel Family costume is the way to get it done (there is also
Captain Marvel, Jr.). Now, I wore her original costume from way back
when- and by that I mean the 1940's- not her white costume from The
Power of Shazam or her black latex costume from when she accidentally
acquired Black Adam's powers. It's simple, comfortable and shockingly
recognizable- last year I was surprised and pleased how many people
professed to be Marvel Family fans. This year was not different. I
posed a LOT and got to talk to some very cool people, including one
guy who was taking pictures with all the superheros he saw to show
his nephews that he really knew superheros, then asked me to sign a
card for them as Mary Marvel!
(and only one person called me 'girl
Flash'...I can forgive that since the Marvel symbol and the Flash
symbol look very similar)
The panel I missed was The Business of
Writing. I actually hate the business of writing. I like writing, but
I hate submitting, researching, networking, reading contracts...all
that practical crap (which is probably why I needed the panel). I did
attend the same panel last year, though, and if the other panels were
any indication it probably wasn't going to tell me anything I didn't
already know (but didn't want to hear).
My next panel was Big on Small Press. I
am already big on small press; in fact, I decided some time ago to
skip the big presses and market my stuff solely to small presses. I
like the tight relationships between editors in the small press
world, the way everyone seems to know everyone else, or at least
their names. I like the fact that there is less bullshit (less money
too, but if you write for the money you're better off selling your
body. You get more money that way, at least if you're reasonably
attractive and have a generous pimp). I also ran into Steven Saus of
Alliteration Ink. I knew Steven from Millennicon a couple years back,
and Gen Con 2011, and Fandomfest 2012. I was the only person to show
up at his Read & Critique panel at Fandomfest, and he read the
beginning of a novella I had. Then he generously offered to read the
rest of the novella (he does this for cash money, so it was quite a
generous offer). We did the exchange, chatted a bit, and then I
skipped my next three panels in favor of the siren call of the
dealers' room and lunch.
First, let me explain something about
my feet at this point. My Mary Marvel boots have three-inch chunky
heels and are just slightly too large. Last year I put on socks over
my nylons, preventing my feet from sliding too much. This year I
forgot (!) and instead spent hours wondering what was different about
this year.
At any rate, by 10 a.m. my feet hurt. A
LOT. I have had a c-section and I think walking in these boots was
roughly equivalent to walking the day after my surgery, the pain was
just in a different place. I was literally limping but hey, I'm a
stoic. And a huge attention whore. No way was I taking off the
costume on the busiest day of Gen Con.
And it was fortuitous that I didn't.
Because while I was wandering the dealers' room, I caught sight of
something amazing.
“Oh my God!” I shrieked to my
husband. “An Uncle Marvel!”
In the old comics, Uncle Marvel was a
man who pretended to be one of the Marvel Family- but when it came
time to swing into action, he always had 'shazambago' and couldn't
fly, so the others would give him a lift. Amazingly, he sometimes did
things to really help out, like tricking Black Adam into saying the
magic word so he turned normal again. Never in my wildest dreams did
I ever think I would see an Uncle Marvel. I RAN to him (not easy in
those boots) with a huge fangirl squeal. We got several good
pictures. Sadly, I didn't see him again that day. But from other
people's galleries I saw that Uncle Marvel was in the costume
contest, and now we're blog friends, and he's an awesome guy. That
pretty much made my Gen Con right there.
I also found some new dice. I LOST my
old set, which made me really unhappy as they were a gift from my
husband and a very pretty blue. The new ones are red and blue and
shiny. The Husband calls them my Superman dice. When we got home I
tied my blood-red bag to his bag of dice so they won't be lost. My
other acquisitions were a Hello Kitty shirt (surprise...), a Hello
Kitty figurine, a Jesus Loves Gamers sticker for my laptop, and a
stuffed goblin for the man-child. I very nearly fell prey to a fuzzy
hat with fox ears but instead was beguiled by the artwork of Meg
Lyman. Meg Lyman loves cephalapods almost as much as I do. And I
really, really love them. I bought a postcard-sized piece (cuttlefish
holding a rose...so romantic).
The Husband and I had lunch with three
friends at a place called Scotty's Brew Pub. I don't drink (they were
all trying different beers) but they had Arnold Palmers there, so it
was A-OK. I had some kind of enchilada (that sadly came with black
beans, which was not mentioned on the menu, but I managed to eat
around them). Our waiter asked us about Gen Con and said he had
recently begun playing D&D with some friends. Of course we gave
him a big tip- gamer solidarity- and it wasn't until several hours
later we considered the possibility that he just said that to people
with Gen Con badges to get bigger tips. Not like he even needed to-
gamers are some of the most generous people I have ever come across.
I made it to my 2 p.m. Panel- Writing
Excuses Recorded Live. Writing Excuses is a podcast partly hosted by
the Gen Con Writer GOH, Brandon Sanderson. It was entertaining to see
other podcast hosts doing interviews and talking about stuff while
actually staying on topic, something we at The Yellow Menace Podcast
can't do to save our lives.
After that it was seven hours of
people-watching, hall-wandering, picture-taking, Husband agonizing
over whether to buy a shitload of Warhammer 40K stuff, and dinner at
Johnny Rockets (it was all right but it did have places to sit,
unlike the rest of the mall food court). Our server's nametag said
“Kentucky” but when we asked what part of Kentucky she was from,
she said she wasn't really from there and her manager had randomly
put it on there. Strange. I had pictures made wit Powergirl and the
best Phoenix I've ever seen, AND met a guy who showed me a picture of
the Black Adam costume he wore to a local comic convention, but
HADN'T worn to Gen Con. It was terribly disappointing, we could have
had epic photos with Uncle Marvel. Dude, if you read this, wear it at
Gen Con 2013 on FRIDAY.
At this point I was in such horrific
pain that I had to go back to the room and change into tennis shoes
and my Game of Thrones Clegane t-shirt. Oddly enough, the
first day of the con I had seen a man wearing the same shirt. I
almost yelled “I have that shirt!” at him, but he was talking to
someone so I didn't.
I had bought tickets to the Tom Smith
concert at 10 p.m. Tom Smith is the only filker who consistently
makes me laugh and who seems to hate fairies as much as I do. We had
to walk to another hotel about a block away. The first song he
performed was actually Smash the Fricking Fairies, my
favorite! There followed a mix of old and new for an hour,
including new songs about how watching Death Trap turned a
redneck onto his potentially homosexual side (seriously, it's not
even that hot of a kiss) and the Mighty Thor's version of John
Denver's “Rocky Top”.
We later stopped by to see the ruins of
Cardhalla, which had been speedily cleared away so there wasn't much
to see. Then, bed.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Gen Con Day 2: Everybody Loves Owls
Friday I actually managed to drag my
lazy ass out of bed at 6 a.m. and hit the treadmill in the hotel's
exercise room. It's a really nice place; the treadmills even have
little TVs with cable on them. There were some guys already working
out, which was kind of annoying as I like to work out in privacy
(since I probably look like a moron doing it) but was also good,
because when there are other people there you don't want to look like
a pussy so you try harder.
Then I hauled myself upstairs and put
on Friday's costume: Athena, complete with laurel leaves and owl. The
owl was a burrowing owl puppet by Folkmanis (burrowing owls = not
native to Greece, but he look liked an Athenian owl). I just tucked
his legs into the hand-pocket and safety-pinned him on. He stayed up
surprisingly well. I discovered two things during the 14 or so hours
I wore this costume:
- If you want people to like you, just pin a stuffed animal to your shoulder
Seriously, walking
along, people kept glancing at me and smiling. I thought, “Wow,
people really like Greek mythology!” Then I realized they weren't
smiling at me- they were smiling at the owl! Every time I stopped for
a picture the photographer commented on my owl. Kids loved it. I
heard one girl say, “She has an owl! I want an owl!!” (sorry
parents, I didn't mean to). So if you're kind of socially awkward and
want to make friends, pin a stuffed animal to your shoulder and you
will instantly be Mr/Ms Popular.
- Corsets, worn for 14 Hours, Hurt Like Hell and Leave Marks for Days
Although my friend
Kim, who is well acquainted with corsets, told me that quality ones
with steels stays don't do this. Guess I better shell out next year
for a real one. Also, I've complained about women wearing corsets
before, so I will only say this once: back panels, ladies. They do
exist. And also if your breasts are hitched up so high that if you
look down you would suffocate, you might want to reconsider how tight
you have that thing cinched.
My first panel was
9 a.m., Mano-a-Mano. This
could have been about gay sex in fiction, or fighting, and it turned
out to be about fighting. Ah, well. It was very entertaining and
pretty helpful for someone like me who sucks at writing action. Next
I had a panel about Alexander the Great (speaking of gay sex...).
This panel was a bit of an ordeal to find. I didn't know there were
actually two Marriott hotels connected to the ICC (TWO? Overkill a
bit?) and so ended up in the wrong one. I had to cross a parking
garage to get to the correct one, and then ask for help finding the
room. I know the most popular events will be held in the
highest-traffic areas (and I am grateful the writing panels are!) but
I actually skipped a couple panels later in the weekend because I
didn't want to have to track them down in one of the hotels. I don't
blame Gen Con; I need to be more proactive about finding where things
are, I suppose.
I checked on the Husband in the gaming hall (he was playing some sort
of massive 100 hour Battletech game) and wandered the Dealers' Room,
picking up two books from Chaosium (weird tales of Arthur Machen
volumes 1 and 2; I am grateful to Chaosium for keeping a lot of
awesome stuff in print, but I only pick up their stuff at cons
because I have heard stories about the difficulties of actually
receiving the things you order from them).
I
hit my next panel, the Structure of Scenes, around 1. And here is
something about the Writers' Symposium that I noticed this year: a
lot of the panels I attended had the same panelists as last year, and
several were on the same subjects I saw last year. I really like the
authors, so no quarrel there, but I didn't feel this year like I was
learning much that I didn't learn last year. Not all the panels were
the same, of course, and I enjoyed them regardless, but much of the
advice given is aimed at new authors. I certainly don't believe I
can't learn anything new; as a writer I am always learning and
improving. But 'new author advice' is something I've already heard
quite a bit. Next year I would like to see more panels aimed at
specific genres: horror writing, taboos in various genres, the use of
folklore in fantasy etc. But that's a suggestion to send to the
Symposium director...
I grabbed lunch at Subway, knowing I wouldn't have another chance to
eat that day, ate in on a bench next to a man who kept checking his
phone (and didn't smile at my owl. Strange). Also ran into a Deadpool in the dealers' room. Luckily he didn't talk nearly as much as the real one.
I spent more time people-watching, and skipped a panel called Ghost
Ships (a shame as I love ghost ships!) because it was in a hotel I
had never even heard of before- later I found it was the Crowne
Plaza, about a block from the ICC. I will know for next year!
My last Friday panel was another Read & Critique. It was run by
the same crew who ran my Friday R&C last year- all friends (two
are even married) who have no problem squabbling over their opinions.
Luckily, they are always entertaining. I ended up being the last to
read, was not quite ripped apart, and got some very good publishing
advice from the group, which I really appreciated as at this point it
was nearly 10:30 p.m. and we were all running on fumes.
I met up with the Husband, realized I was hungry, realized further
that nothing was open (Husband had eaten out with some friends and
regaled me with stories of a motorcycle rally that was happening on
the same weekend, including ladies serving at a bar in their undies
to a crowd of bikers- sorry I missed that). I settled for a
hot chocolate from the Starbucks in the JW Marriott. We also checked the progress of Cardhalla.
I watched part of a Law & Order episode (told you- ALWAYS
ON) and crashed my aching, corset-marked body into the comfy
Courtyard bed.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Gen Con Report: Day One: Safety Razor My Ass
So we get to our hotel, the Courtyard by Marriott, around 3. It's about a block or two from the convention center where the bulk of Gen Con events are held. It's pretty swanky (see picture below) with a couch and a tiny fridge and everything. Sadly we weren't in there very much to appreciate the selection of cable channels, but they were probably all playing Law & Order reruns anyway.
Once there I reached into my suitcase
front pocket to grab my lipstick. And you know what? The cover thing
on my safety razor, which was also in that pocket, had somehow come
off. OWOWOWOWOWOW. There was a great deal of blood and a great deal
of stinging pain. I wrapped my poor index finger (on my right
hand...and I'm right-handed) in a tissue and managed to button my
dress one-left-handed, which takes mad skills. It seems I took a
sizable chunk of skin off my finger (which makes me wonder what
happened to the gouged-out flesh. Is it still in my suitcase pocket?
I am afraid to look), so it was still bleeding when we went
downstairs...and still bleeding when I asked the guy at the front
desk for a band-aid. He provided one promptly and I put it on,
preventing me from bleeding all over their lobby and leaving a trail
to the convention center. Because neither rain nor snow nor hail nor
gruesome hand injury will keep me from my Gen Con.
We arrived at the convention center
about 4 p.m. and picked up our badges and tickets with no wait. There
was a slight hitch because my husband uses his middle name, so what I
put on his tickets didn't match up with his license, but they let us
go...this time. What? I forget he has a real name sometimes
since he never uses it.
We wandered about to refresh our
memories from last year of where everything was, then met up with my
friend Kimberly Goldstein (proprietor of Smoldering Wick designs). We
headed to the food court in the attached mall for dinner- the last
time that weekend I was able to find a vacant table there, and even
on Thursday we had to sit back in the corner.
My first panel of the weekend was 6
p.m. Thursday, Read and Critique. How this works: a group of writers
gather in front of a panel of authors/editors. They have 3-5 minutes
to read a piece they've written, and then the authors/editors tear
them to shreds. It's awesome.
No, seriously. As a writer, you have to
crave criticism. It's the only way to get better. Last year and this
year I signed up for two Read & Critique sessions at Gen Con.
Last year they were free; this year they were $4 apiece, which I
didn't mind. The only problem was that at the Thursday session, one
of the four panelists was a no-show, and one of the remaining three
had been double-booked and had to leave only an hour or so in. So by
the time they got to me, they were down two critics. I really like
having a variety of opinions and suggestions and it was a little
disappointing to lose two from the get-go. It wasn't the fault of the
panelists or the Writers' Symposium but some sort of general
scheduling glitch.
I brought a short story I have been
having a LOT of trouble with. It's been revised half a dozen times
and I'm still not happy with it, but at the Read & Critique I got
some fresh perspective and solid advice. Since that was what I was
after, I consider it a success. The session ended unusually early
(while the program claims Read & Critiques run from 6-8:30, last
year I didn't get out of either of mine before 10)- winding up right
around 8:30. Certainly the small panel and their relentlessly keeping
things on track helped a lot!
Shortly after meeting up with the
Husband, we ran into Ed and Steph McWalters, who invited us out to
dinner, and were shortly joined by Alex Mayo and Greg Harris. On the
way to Buca di Beppo we came across some more friends of Alex, who
also joined us for late munchies.
Buca di Beppo is a family-style
restaurant, which means you order a bunch of crap and every passes it
around. Thanks to this policy, and to everyone ordering large
portions to share, we ended up with what can only be referred to as a
metric fuckton of Italian food. And since I had eaten earlier, I
didn't partake...much (except the garlic bread, bruschetta,
carbonera-type pasta, and pizza). During dinner I was charmed by a
conversation about the variety of ways hemorraghic viruses can kill
you (Ebola FTW in that case). Even with such a large group, we ended
up with pounds of leftovers, which we packed up and sent home with
the only local, Greg. Hope his family enjoys Italian food.
The Husband and paused to check out the
progress of Cardhalla- very impressive even on Day One- and staggered
back to our swank hotel room where we watched a rerun of Law &
Order and rested up for the next day.
Well, the Husband ended up waking with
a pinched nerve in his neck, so he definitely didn't sleep, and I
didn't much. But it didn't really impact Day Two.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Book Maze!
E-books are all fine and good, but I quite literally feel nauseous at the thought of ever getting rid of my physical books. After all, they are good for all kinds of things besides reading:
1) Doorstops
2) Makeshift coffee table
3) Lash them together for a raft in case of flood
4) Build a fort
5) Maze
Maze?
I can see it now.
Me: "Oh, this title near the bottom looks interesting, maybe I can angle it out realllllll slow and-WAAAAH!" >CRASH<
Book mazes: not for bookworms.
1) Doorstops
2) Makeshift coffee table
3) Lash them together for a raft in case of flood
4) Build a fort
5) Maze
Maze?
I can see it now.
Me: "Oh, this title near the bottom looks interesting, maybe I can angle it out realllllll slow and-WAAAAH!" >CRASH<
Book mazes: not for bookworms.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Fifty Shades of...Station Wagons?
I haven't said much about 50 Shades of Grey since I haven't read it all (oh wait, I think I said it was shit. Never mind). Someone recently sent me a link to a tumblr thing (I am not sure what tumblr is, if it is a site or what) with quotes taken directly from the books.
While there is some incredibly awkward writing, my favorite quote so far has the main character referring to her boyfriend's (master's? Whatever) Audi SUV as a 'beast of a car'.
This makes me think E.L. James, the author, has never actually seen an Audi SUV. Here is a picture of one. In America, we call these 'station wagons'.
Also in these quotes this Grey guy is continuously referred to as a 'Dark Knight', which makes me think he sounds like Christian Bale's dopey gravelly Batman voice. Not like Michael Keaton's Batman voice. His is too good.
While there is some incredibly awkward writing, my favorite quote so far has the main character referring to her boyfriend's (master's? Whatever) Audi SUV as a 'beast of a car'.
This makes me think E.L. James, the author, has never actually seen an Audi SUV. Here is a picture of one. In America, we call these 'station wagons'.
Also in these quotes this Grey guy is continuously referred to as a 'Dark Knight', which makes me think he sounds like Christian Bale's dopey gravelly Batman voice. Not like Michael Keaton's Batman voice. His is too good.
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