Siesta
I wish.
Deadlines are circling, so I’m taking a few days off from this space. Back Monday.
We just tossed out a practically new container of Pounce kitty treats that have been added to the pet food recall, so keep watching the lists. The SF Chronicle’s Christie Keith has a must-read piece for pet owners on "the story behind the pet food recall" today.
I’d be remiss, however, if I didn’t direct you to the debut issue of Hot Metal Bridge, edited by one Carolyn Kellogg. It features new fiction by Michael Martone, an interview with Dan Chaon, and new poemtry by the one and only Alan DeNiro, to name but a few offerings. What are you waiting for?
While others have announced their write-in candidacies for SFWA president today, I choose not to pursue the means of electioneering. Instead, I declare war on SFWA.
This will involve:
– continuing to post opinions openly
– reading publications that SFWA doesn’t deem worthy of counting (you know, like Small Beer Press and Golden Gryphon stuff)
– continuing to mostly not pay attention to the ongoing election slapfights
– reading whatever the damn hell I want and not pretending that SANE people still automatically think all genre work is second class stuff
Hmmm… It appears I’ve been at war with SFWA for awhile now.
p.s. Lots of April Fool’s fun at the Inferior 4.
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We spent the day visiting the Tax Lady on the Mountain (due to our massive stack of evil 1099s we won’t know the extent of the damage until next weekend — please, fate and gov’t, be kind) and feeding fish in my parents’ pond, then came home and in a frenzy of spring nuttiness gave both dogs baths (!), then cleaned inside and mowed outside.
I also made my nomination for the next round of the LBC, and I’m superexcited about this book. I think it’s kind of funny that my two nominations are both going to be things that are (or could be) shelved in the mystery section; a fluke, that, but one that pleases me. (The first was The Girl in the Glass, of course, and this one you could probably puzzle out if you try.) Anyway, the discussion will be great fun, especially if we manage to "relaunch" (read as: refine) the LBC site/effort by then.
Tomorrow there shall be laundry and writing and email.
The NYT profiles the deal-breaking content of some apartments. One rich, strange bachelor has faded, decades-old kiddie sheets (because they don’t make them in adult sizes anymore*):
“I was dating this very nice woman, I thought,” says Mr. Podell. “I was ready and she was ready to do the big deed. I take her to my apartment, go into the bedroom, and fling back the sheets, and she said, ‘My husband had these sheets and he was a mean-hearted son of a bitch and you must be like him and I’m leaving.’ ”
Could it be maybe, just maybe, that the problem is that Mr. Podell refers to sex as "the big deed"?
But stuffed baby seal guy’s just getting a bad rap. Klimt posters, however? Buffy already handled that one.
Gavin, let me know if any of these people write in to Dear Aunt G: I am ready with the advice bazooka.
*This guy is a millionaire and yet not enterprising enough to get some custom sheets made? The women SHOULD be running.
I missed the win by four points (damn you, spread prediction!), and congratulate Brockman and his lucky reader on taking the Book Bloggers’ Office Pool. Next year!
But hey, The Road won, and that makes me happy. (Wait, has the backlash started yet?)
It was this easy to get so many women nominated for the Hugos. (Via Sharyn.)
I also love that Geoff Ryman stays Geoff Ryman. That’s what wearing that Tiptree tiara will get you…
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