Against Book Bans
a six pack of books here, that go toward pushing back against bans, banning, and the losers that do that banning.
Best Reads from Lately
ten or so articles, reviews, columns and the like I thought worth saving—well, that I enjoyed enough to pass along.
FSU PhD
Scrolling through my camera roll looking for a cool mouse I saw on a rack somewhere (the clicky kind, not the “eats all my cheese”-kind [related: I have no cheese]), having to get past all the UK shots, which I plan on doing a post about before too long, and . . . found this,
Close Encounters of the Spielberg Kind
Anybody remember Taken (2002), that limited series Spielberg produced? Or was associated with somehow, it’s all kind of blurry now. Really cool and quite terrifying show, anyway. Reason I’m thinking of it’s that, in Disclosure Day, the aliens visit people by taking on the form of animals—really sort of nerve-wracking animals at that: the fox*
Blue Butterfly Land
posting this from, as Dire Straits calls it, “London town”: Was thinking about doing some animal-specific version of these posts, so kept these a bit separate. Probably won’t, though. But . . . I might keep a little sub-section here sometimes?
Two Trophies, One Amazing Night
Stayed up all night in Edinburgh, Scotland to watch these two ceremonies. So, so honored for The Buffalo Hunter Hunter to have somehow won both a Bram Stoker Award and a Nebula Award. Did some light searching on a train, and it looks like maybe only one other novel’s ever won both? Cool. As for
Locus Award for Good Stab!
Maggie and Sara kill it as MCs, there’s so many good acceptance speeches, cool keynotes, and Connie Willis is, as always, hilarious: Here’s the trophy: Such an unexpected honor.
How to know you’re living right
Friends at cons give you the actual knife FROM this: from there to my hotel room: And . . . probably going to have to check my bag to get home, now. Also, keeping this friend close to the vest, as he probably doesn’t want to be the Connection . . .
Best Reads from Lately
best ten things (well, articles, columns, that-type thing) lately, from all over
Fango’s Top 100 Horror Films
If only I had room, ANYWHERE, for this excellent poster (someone just gave me an 8 x 11 thing I’m putting in a frame, and cannot find even enough wall space for that). And? Looks like Martyrs is the only one I haven’t seen, here. It’s not that I don’t like grueling. I mean, okay,
From the Camera Roll
Couple months back, my back went out, I decided I did not prefer my back going out—weird, I know—so . . . figured why not do a plank or two? Starting out, thirty seconds was a push. But, now, things are getting better. Or, worse? That last minute’s never easy. Not sure I want to