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* Hey, I’ve got two Dreamwidth invite codes. Nifty. Who wants one?
* I saw Star Trek in IMAX this weekend. It was big and exciting and well paced ... and in 2009 there is absolutely no excuse for such a dearth of female characters. We are nothing but mothers and wives and if we happen to do anything related to the plot it'll have to be while taking taking off our clothes and being spied upon by a man. I have no lingering childhood affection for Star Trek so I have no inclination to forgive it for failing so utterly horribly in its representation of women. Say what you will about Battlestar Galactica, at least they had the guts to gender balance their cast by turning a bunch of the men into women. Wake me when Star Trek catches up.
* Lots of Writercon stuff happening!
- Our official t-shirts (awesomely designed by contest winner Savannah Teague) are now on sale.
- We're going to open workshop sign-ups on Thursday at noon EST--watch the website and LJ comm for details.
- If you're attending the con, we want you to sign up to run a fan led event!
- If you're interested in selling something in our dealer room you can sign up as a vendor.
- We've posted interviews so that you can learn all about our fantastic guests.
- And more news is coming soon!
Are you coming to Writercon? Yes, I'm asking YOU. If you're involved in fanfic in any way--reader, writer, feedbacker, beta, comm mod, ficathon organizer--Writercon is for you. Think about attending--you can find out more info at Writercon.com or writercon or just ask me and I'd be glad to answer any questions you may have.
* Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) is awesome. It reminds me of the 80s music I listened to in high school. Which makes sense as it was released in ... 1980. Wow, man, it's like everything in my life is running in one big circle! *is a dork*
* I've been spending a lot of time reading Twitter. YEAH I DON'T KNOW, OKAY. It's addictive, though: behind the scenes snippets from Rachel Maddow, extra jokes from Stephen Colbert, a daily stream of adorkable geekery from Bowie's son Duncan Jones, fan wank from Trent Reznor, and of course all the latest NYC vegan news from SuperVegan... plus little life updates from various friends, past and present, RL and fannish. And I can read it all on my phone!
* I read just enough Doctor Who spoilers to know that Rose is definitely coming back. YAY!!! I'm not sure what's better, my joy at getting to see Rose again or the sadistic glee I take from the bitter, bitter tears of the Rose haters. Clearly this fannish experience has corrupted me! (To be fair it's really 95% joy that I'll get to see Rose again.)
* Picked up The Disorderly Knights to continue my re-read. I think what stopped me for a couple months there was that it was coming up on what is, to me, the most traumatizing character death of the series. But I got past it. (*sniffle*)
And, wow, glad I'm continuing, because I just hit a couple of my favorite lines of the entire series:
"I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with."
(p. 331, and I don't want to spoil which character says it)
And this whole exchange between Lymond and Jerott, where Lymond finally snaps in the face of Jerott's relentless, self-righteous, ignorant condemnation:
"You love all this!" said Jerott. [meaning war and power]
"Love it!" said Lymond, and Adam Blacklock looked up sharply.
Recalled to himself, Francis Crawford smiled, a little wryly, and dropped his voice. "An overdose of applied conjecture. I'm sorry. The answer, Jerott, is that I don't find this particularly enjoyable."
Jerott's gaze didn't move. "What do you miss? Women?"
Lymond looked ahead. "The point you always seem to be making, Jerott, is that I don't lack them enough. No, I don't miss fair company. Look what I've got instead."
"Then what?" Jerott pursued, ignoring utterly Blacklock's silent advice to be quiet.
"Jerott, for God's sake! Are you doing this for a wager?" said Lymond, his patience gone at last. "What does anyone want out of life? What kind of freak do you suppose I am? I miss books and good verse and decent talk. I miss women, to speak to, not to rape; and children, and men creating things instead of destroying them. And from the time I wake until the time I find I can't go to sleep, there is the void--the bloody void where there was no music today and none yesterday and no prospect of any tomorrow, or tomorrow, or next God-damned year."
He stopped. Adam Blacklock, saying nothing, looked down; and even Jerott, after the first moments, removed his troubled gaze. Then, as their horses paced evenly, Jerott Blyth said blankly, "Music?"
(p. 366)
Doesn't it make perfect sense that I would adore Lymond? *sighs fondly*
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