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Jun. 15, 2003 - 5:40 p.m. Puttering about in a big webAgain, fun stuff set up as a buffer against Sad Me wondering why he continues to steal oxygen from those who actually deserve to breathe. I'm useless, but not for long In other news, news that hopefully won't make you hate yourself (or me) as much as I keep hating myself, I discovered that this place, where I thought about going, isn't as great as I hoped it'd be. It's closer, yeah, but it's hillier, and the only amenity it's got to speak of is the pool. And sure, you don't have to make reservations like at Avalon, but every time I've had a free day to consider going there, it's been raining anyway. (I went on one of those days and wound up paying $25 to have a place to eat the picnic lunch I'd packed.) I keep wanting to do a cry from hell on political matters, but so many people keep saying it better than I can. Like this explanation of why liberals tend to shout. Or like the Mighty Reason Man demonstrating that we are most certainly less crazy than them. Or even some ranting Flash video that lays out the timeline on why so many intelligent people think the success of the 9/11/01 attacks cannot be adequately explained by incompetence, or even just by the malice on the other side. (For those of you with no sound on your computers, this video has text.) Actually, there are far crazier conspiracy theories. Trying to find a fictional nation's real-world location, for instance. (I always thought it was Yugoslavia, from the whole "neither East nor West" deal it had going on, but Superscribe's reasoning convinces me.) And I was pleasantly surprised to learn that he's a friend of my sainted Unca Cheeks. And I finally found this year's Hugo ballot. Or rather, I finally got fed up with waiting for our ballots to arrive in the mail and did a real search for them. Or, to be even more accurate, I checked the "What's New" section of the Torcon website. It's quite possible CB cares more about the prose nominees than the dramatic presentations, but I've no idea if she's heard of any of the contenders. Well, bar Coraline. I assume she's heard about that one, if only because it's from the Magian. Come to that, I've no idea if she cares about any of them. My attempts to explain Worldcon to her seem to be falling flat; the idea of hobnobbing with writers and artists interests her, but the main foci of the con (handing out Hugos, deciding where to hold some future Worldcon) leave her cold. I've only seen three of the five nominees in the long-form category (90 minutes or more), but my mother's seen a fourth, and I mean to see Spirited Away at my earliest. (The parents seem persuaded to see it as well.) Update 5:40 p.m.: My kindly grey-haired mother came back from an attempt to rent something else with Spirited Away and a Bond she hadn't seen.) The nominees in the 89:59 or less department are an episode each of three different shows from Mutant Enemy, up against two episodes of Star Trek: Generation Zero — The Phantom Continuity. So, as you can see, they may call the newly-separated categories Long Form and Short Form, but in effect, they're Movies and TV. (Don't worry, I'll be sure to wake you when you care. ^_^)
Of course, all that means more if you've followed the adventures of Lyra and Will. (I think it's damn gentlemanly of Pullman to release his background notes to the public now, while he's alive.) And maybe it's reassuring, to know that I'll always be misunderstood anyway.
Obviously, the machine that gave me this never heard my classic explosion: FUCK! |
