This is a story by James Tiptree Jr.
I really wish I could get mOm and pOp to watch the Expanse. It has so many superior moments in sci-fi -stuff where the physics and inertia of situations are really dealt with in visually amazing and reasonably accurate ways – and politically it’s as astute and observant as any adult TV can expect to be.
I just rewatched season four for the first time. There are so many things about it I didn’t get the first time (and I read the books…) and many of the things that annoyed me about it the first time really spun me up on rewatch. Now I’m seeing the desolation of the Martian Republic after the Ring gate opens against the collapse of the American Empire, which we are now watching in real time. Can you not see senior American army logistics people selling off American tech to the highest bidder as soon as a civil war breaks out or there’s a disaster which destroys the chain of command, however briefly? I know I can. This is the pointy, gritty, dying end of the collapse. it’s horrifying. And it’s completely normal and predictable. The Russians and the Chinese do not even have to plot it! all they have to do is prepare for it. To have the suitcase of cash ready when the materials become available.
The Marco Inaros terrorist/ belter leader /character is annoying af but people like that always are. The speechifying. The visions ‘of our people’, the psychopathic willingness to sacrifice anything in its path.
450 words on ‘best roommate’.
I’m trying to keep my mood good but it’s literally minute by minute. No shrimp curry last night, they only had beef instead, but damn it was good. Really good.
I recently discovered Solarpunk, a science-fiction genre that stands in opposition to the dystopian views of cyberpunk.
There’s an unofficial Solarpunk manifesto, from which I quote: “Solarpunk is a movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question “what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?””
From the Wikipedia entry: “Solarpunk is an art movement that envisions how the future might look if humanity succeeded in solving major contemporary challenges with an emphasis on sustainability problems such as climate change and pollution.”
I like it.
Finally got Finale running, haw haw, so I’ve started putting Thorfinn’s song (Standard of the Crow) into musical notation. I’ve got about a hundred songs to write down, and I’ll start fitfully posting songs over the rest of the year.
It was like air and water to see Katie yesterday.
I said to Jeff yesterday, “I’m in a good MOOD I just can’t get anything DONE.”
He’s not happy because NÃ¼rburgring was called on account of fog so there was virtually no night racing, which is what he *wants* to see.
Hello my SF fans, check out this science news. It’s an article from the Asia Times about how we as a species have figured out how to jam photons together to make matter. You need a dirty great laser….
Allegra’s very good week continues! I got my eyes checked (onset of diabetes, BP etc) and they are VERY GOOD for 62 year old peepers. Little bit cataract in one eye, no biggie, the horrific slide in visual acuity has been completely halted, and I do not have vertical heterophoria, something that often accompanies ADD.
Walked to Planet Bachelor – a very pleasant walk, only a tiny spit of rain on the way home – and Keith cooked a vegan lunch, and they talked and I listened about the move, and they are all so excited and happy it’s just blowing my mind. I thought Paul might need some help but Katie, our matriarch-in-training, is acing it. They’re going to double pay for accommodations so they can take their time. I made some notes.
Suzanne’s ex-husband Bill died in the last few days. The story is not mine to tell. I called Suzanne and while I wasn’t so foolish as to think I could cheer her up after her loss, I did manage to take her mind off her troubles for twenty minutes and that’s not nothing. Two of her four kids are in crisis right now and this family news will not help. Please hit me hard if I complain about my children. Not everything is planning, there’s a lot of fate in there.
The family court date did not provide a resolution, and it’s now going to trial.
Mexican Gothic (by a local sci fi / fantasy / horror writer Silvia Moreno-Garcia) is FINALLY at New West library, I go to pick it up today. Jeff has biz in town so I’m hoping to do a brief tour of the retailers of New West to pick up a couple of essentials as well as the book
People are LOVING my Christmas arts! It’s pleasant to have had some fun with it.
Jan M MADE ME AND JEFF MASKS FOR CHRISTMAS!!! along with a card of a giraffe – her consulting animal – covered in scarves – lol – and the interior MERRY FUCKING XMAS which is absolutely lovely.
sane people, pls leave – this is in response to Despair ep 18 of the last season of Supernatural.
Original creator of the show Eric Kripke (at least I think that’s who it is) with a rainbow flag and the word COPE:
backstory for the above, fans who only like the relationship between the two Winchester brothers are called bibros. Having Cas (canonically his name is CASS but that’s not what we do in fandom, ha ha) an actual life partner – potentially or otherwise – is making them lose their cheese.
Jesus Christ this above noted post made me laugh so fucking hard
the below-noted post IS IMMEDIATELY WHERE MY MIND WENT AFTER THE SHOW WAS OVER
Yeah NO SHIT, love this callback, although Dean didn’t actually get enough time to say anything
no, I really haven’t, because that’s the kind of love it is, and always has been represented that way, and fuck the haters
now in the fandom they’re saying destiel is what makes Putin resign, which when you consider HOW MANY RUSSIAN FANS THERE ARE is quite possibly the funniest thing about this tempest in a teacup
above is shown the catholic reaction….
LOLOLOL this was the Friday after the show/election
SPN fandom above is memeified in the Avengers universe. Cas disappears during the scene, but he’s already been resurrected three times, so…
I think @solarbirdy’s comments on the above noted complete lack of reaction are best, but she’s a filker so I won’t reproduce her speech without permission
In other words, this represents such an upgrade to the notion of queerbaiting they’ll have to throw out their previous thesis. Also, Tumblr as a social media platform was dying and the extra hits they got as a consequence of Supernatural 15/18 were substantial
Destiel fans often refer to themselves as clowns.
the above-noted isn’t exactly what happened either
nope, not this either and anyone who DOES expect skin should probably give their good ol’ head a shake. I want A HUG FOR THE BOYS that means a little more than the ones they’ve given each other so far.
EVERY G.D. WORD O’ THIS ABOVENOTED POST
LOOK UPON THE WOMAN WHO SAVED THE WORLD, now we have to survive the next two months OH PS SHE’S OUT ABOUT BEING A SUPERNATURAL FAN but we do not know how she feels about destiel and I would very much like to think that she STANS.
WELL I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT, BUT THERE’S ANOTHER CHASER FOR THAT SHOT
JESUS CHRIST, THIS FANDOM
will note that I have been trying to get my auction items from VCon
I have FINALLY picked up my auction items from VCon. I have given Jeff his Stingray hoodie, put the welded trash garden gnome in a corner of the deck, and am considering giving the stuffy rocket to Alex or Keith.
Martha Wells writes Murderbot stories; I think both mOm and pOp would enjoy them. Fast paced, space-based ‘wholly-owned planets’ kinda stuff; Murderbot is a self-actualized Security Unit, partly human based and the rest? layers of mayhem, hacking other bots and secsystems and badassery, but ALL IT REALLY WANTS is to hole up in a cubby and watch its serial, Sanctuary Moon. Which it does, when it’s not rescuing hapless civilians, blowing holes in Large Dangerous Indigenous Fauna, swapping armor with enemy units for a RUSE, and taking over the external sensors of petbots to figure out what the hell is going on down that corridor….
I have been downloading the prequels here.
Anyway I preordered the May 5 release of a Murderbot novel in e-format and I’m looking forward to it in ways you can’t imagine. Murderbot rules.
A regressive bunch of almost entirely guys has hijacked the Hugo nominations so that their slate is most likely to win.
My response on facebook:
They can game the system for a couple of years, and then they’ll be back to crying. The test of their horsemalarkey will come from sales. If the almighty free hand of the market makes it rain for their publishers because the Sad Puppies widdled on the Hugos, then they get to gloat. If, as I predict, all this posturing means nothing to the bean counters, their victory will be virtual and ephemeral. In the meantime, it’s never been easier to find whatever kinds of fiction you enjoy, and even to find ways to avoid bad cover art, which seems to be a problem with the Pupsters.
I intend to write contemporary SF that messes with intent with every one of the Sacred Tropes of the Golden Age of Privileged SF, torches the evidence and makes sidewalk chalk with the ashes.
Ah, but it’s like cat’s piss
this regret, weighing worse in the air
in some rooms than others
you are missed with a ferocity
that yet may crumple me
and then, no fucking meme of bitten lip passed over
move from memory to a place
where I can at least look at you
in my mind, where else
and recognize that I must thank you
rarely do I remember how
this is no sea of troubles
I ride life in a barque
partly of your design
these seas I lately conjure are
My beloved heartsblood ideas
are ripe for satire and me
well I’m ready to be rendered
into literary cracklin’ baby
I have been watching the culture war
and I have sent my
smelliest rubber boots a wandering
here and there upon it
Rustled my jimmies and parsed
my arse to the stenosing bones
while dealing with blues &
unemployment, learning to breathe
with a cpap machine and fuck it
I did it anyway. That was the point.
The work often takes longer than we’d like.
I find this haunting. Someone has tried to reconstruct Babylonian song.
Yesterday I saw Sue in Little Women the Musical. Unfortunately the book was not as good as the actors and musicians. Fortunately I was able to argue my points with the actors afterwards without being dishonest or unkind, and it widened into a broader discussion of the challenges and rewards of musical theatre. Ten years ago I would have said, Oh it was great, it was great. Now I have the brains to respect people enough to be honest and the social intelligence to be honest without being a cad.
It was in Granville Island. I had half an hour to Christmas shop. I got an Alexosaurus (stuffed T Rex) and a kazoo. Strangely, that is what I wanted. I have rarely had a briefer and more pleasant Christmas shop. The weather was crisply glorious and I likely won’t get to Granville Island again until Tammy comes.
Jeff and I walked to IHOP and back for breakfast. It was very pleasant.
I think Riddle Number II is a cloud. What do you think?
Work on the trilogy continues. Kima is pregnant – with more than 100 zygotes by three fathers of two different morphs. This presents any number of social, emotional, physiological and ‘race’ issues.
I had a pleasant recent conversation with Dave JD. He has joined the ranks of the unemployed. I tried to get Facetime to reduce the expense of talking to him and repeated and lengthy attempts to purchase it were fruitless. I really loathe anything to do with Apple customer service. When I want an Android app or book I press a button, and free or not, it appears on my phone in about five minutes. (I’m still on the first chapter of the Piketty book -if anyone wants to mock me… go ahead).
I can’t really deal with heeled shoes any more so I took two pairs of Fluevogs into church yesterday (the bus DIDN’T COME at 10:03, or even five minutes earlier according to the guy I ran into so I was 25 minutes late for church, screw you translink). Anyway the teenaged co-congregant who had admired my steampunky shoes got about 300 dollars worth of footgear in a little bag, and if I did nothing else yesterday I made her very happy. Her socks MATCHED the second pair of shoes, in a most gratifying way.
How do you detect an extrasolar planet? With objects found in hardware stores and Nikon lenses and software and a little something something to remove blur.
Yesterday morning I awoke to a dream in which Hitler’s mustache was crawling up my door frame. I woke up for real and spent a disoriented couple of seconds looking for it. Very odd, and not a little disturbing.
Breakfast of writing champions! Peanut butter cookies warm from the oven and fair trade coffee with real cream. Ha!
We think Autumn may be knocked up. It’s always something.